Our embarrassment frightened the noisy children who were fighting for milk, and also frightened Father John. "Holy light!" The oil lamp in his hand flickered and almost fell to the ground, "You guys ...Did you encounter a life-threatening robber?"
"It's worse than this." Dallion replied. His face was so swollen that his pronunciation was a little inaccurate.
He made me sit on a chair by the door and told Father John exactly what had happened, causing the milkmaid to cover her mouth and scream.
"It's those fucking thugs from the patrol again!" He clenched his fists angrily, filled with indignation, "If I meet them..."
"If you encounter them, run away! Tom!" John slapped him hard on the back of the head, causing him to groan and hug his head, and almost fell into the sewage on the ground.
"Go clean the shed! Boy! Otherwise, I'll deduct your wages!"
Tom's face turned red from holding back, "We drink the milk of justice! We must also have a heart of justice!" He shouted dissatisfied, and then obediently picked up the smelly milk from Father John's raised palm. Broom, but it is obvious that the just Tom did not give in at all. Look at his figure walking towards the barn so tall and majestic.
"Master Dalien, go and wash your face quickly!" John turned around and said, "I have some potion on the table, hurry up and get some. Even my cows won't like you looking like this!" He said Dallion rushed into the house and then returned.
"I don't think you can do it here anymore, miss," he said in a low voice after looking at me for a moment.
To be honest, I don't want to lose this job at all, "But... I mean, maybe in a few days..."
"Impossible, that gang of villains will definitely try their best to retaliate against you. Speaking of which, you and that young man are really not... I mean, those swollen breasts..."
The corners of my eyes twitched, "Oh, that's enough! I don't want to hear your vulgar metaphors again. Everyone can enjoy fragrant milk, but not everyone loves fragrant milk. I prefer Goat’s!”
John looked at me for a while, then sighed. He took out ten silver coins from his pocket and put them into my hands. After thinking about it, he put the small pocket on his waist directly into my hands. , "If you really need a job, I'll introduce you to one. Old Wiesel needs a female worker, maybe a seamstress or something. Her home is on Jacaranda Street in the north, close to the city wall, and there are almost no patrols. Go there. By the way, do you know how to sew?"
I looked at him in frustration, and then at my hands in frustration, "I can learn."
"Su?" At that moment, John suddenly raised his head and called out. Following his gaze, not far in front of us, I saw that thin figure again.
I could see clearly this time. Su was a little guy with gray hair and a face full of freckles. His lips were pale and tightly pressed, and his eyes were dark and gloomy.
Without saying a word, he stretched out his muddy hand toward John, and then John placed a small box in his hand.
"These are plum candies, kid." Father John said, with a smile that didn't quite suit him. "A kind gentleman gave them to you."
Su blinked her dark eyes and said nothing.
I don’t know why, but that child gave me a strange feeling. Just when I slowly frowned and wanted to find out more carefully where the strangeness came from, Father John’s voice sounded like a bell again, "This is milk, hold it tight!" He put the bottle in Su's other hand. The child nodded to him, turned around and ran away.
"Remember to give your mother a drink!" John shouted at him. Of course, he didn't get the slightest response from the child. In fact, the child didn't even look back.
"Can't he speak?" I stared at that thin figure, feeling that weird feeling in my heart that I couldn't get rid of.
"I could talk and chatter originally, but then I got sick and couldn't do it anymore." John shook his head, with some pity in his tone.
"What disease?"
"Cold and fever."
"Can't this be cured?"
"He is the son of a mermaid. Most of those children are the children of mermaids and have no money to see a doctor."
"……What?"
"They live on Mermaid Street at the back. I did... uh, I mean I was on good terms with his mother. Maybe he is my son?" John stroked his beard and had wild thoughts. Maybe he didn't You know, the smile on his face is extremely obscene.
*
Jacaranda Street is in the corner of the city, close to the city wall.
Just like its name, it is neatly planted with jacaranda trees more than ten meters high on both sides.
It has snowed now, so there are no blue flowers on the trees, only the bare branches swaying in the cold wind.
Granny Wiesel lived at the corner of the street. Her home was a two-story slate house.
The hall is on the first floor of the slate house, and the fireplace inside warms the whole room.
At this moment, I am sitting at the wooden table in the middle of the hall. I never thought that one day I would have to pick up a sewing needle and face a mess.
oh! Isn't this the thing I hate the most? !
"You look very unfamiliar, my child." Granny Wiesel leaned on the lounge chair by the fireplace and spoke shakily. She was an old woman with a wrinkled face, a thin body, but her eyes should have been cloudy. , but it shines brightly and seems to be deeply rooted in people's hearts.
I sat at the other end of the wooden table, grabbing the thread in my hand helplessly, "I have tried my best." The holes in the dress in front of me were sewed crookedly and wrinkled, just like Wiesel's face. , "Perhaps, I'm really not suitable..."
"No, no, no, kid, don't be discouraged. No matter what you do, don't be discouraged." Wiesel interrupted me with a smile, "Girls always have to learn some female celebrities. Think about it, a girl sitting in front of the window , use fishbone needles to sew a dress for your sweetheart, how beautiful is that?"
Following her gaze, I saw the lady named Dolly. At this moment, she was sitting in front of the window sewing clothes. The bright sunlight hit her full forehead, straight bridge of nose, and soft-lined face. It seemed to have given her a layer of light yellow, making her look as gentle and beautiful as the Virgin in the church portrait.
Occasionally she would stop what she was doing and turn her head to look at the child sleeping in the crib next to her. Whenever the child murmured in his sleep, she would whisper and coax him.
That was her baby, a beautiful little guy. He is only two years old and likes to bab and say unknown words. When I poke his cheek gently with my finger out of curiosity, he will grin with his toothless mouth and giggle.
As if noticing our gazes, Dolly turned back to look at us, her black braid shining with beautiful golden light, "What's wrong? Granny Wiesel? And...Messiah?" As she said, Looking at the clothes in my hand, I couldn't help but laugh softly, "Do you want my help?"
I put down the needle and thread in my hand in frustration, "It would be great if you could help."
"It's the last one anyway." Dolly said with a smile, she bit the gut string hard and walked over quickly.
"You've helped me a lot these days, Dolly." Granny Wiesel said, "Are you really leaving tomorrow?"
"Well, I'll go back to Briar tomorrow. I'm afraid that he will come back while I'm away."
"your husband?"
"Yes, my husband." As she said this, Dolly stopped sewing and reached out to touch Wiesel's withered arm. "You have hired a considerate helper. I am very relieved."
"Well," Granny Wiesel nodded with a smile and looked at me across the table, "Messiah, you won't leave a lonely and pitiful old woman alone, right?"
"Well...actually you are still very young."
"Ah, you are right." Wiesel laughed happily, the shawl on his head dancing gently in the wind blowing in the fireplace, "Young girl, and her sweetheart, I will be very happy here. Lively, I like lively, it reminds me of many happy things."
Dolly pursed her lips and smiled. She took the clothes in my hand and carefully peeled off the messy threads on it, "Messiah, you are really not good at female red... Look here, there is such a seam here, The angle of the needle is a little slanted and inserted into the small slit. You really have to learn how to do it, otherwise, your tall sweetheart will have to wear frayed clothes from now on. That would be really pitiful."
I was biting my finger and watching her perform the injection, but her last words made me interrupt her, "Wait, my sweetheart? I don't think you have seen him!"
"Isn't he the young man just now? I saw there are bruises on his face. Is it a medal left for you?" Dolly looked up and smiled. The needle in her hand was as if she had eyes. Every needle was precise. penetrated the thin slits of the linen fabric, "If you don't want him to stay here, he will leave and say, 'I'll pick you up later and we'll have lunch together.' Oh, how sweet!"
Under the gaze of those playful black eyes, my cheeks couldn't help but feel a little warm. I vaguely realized that Dallion's behavior was indeed not right, but I still wanted to make a final struggle, "He is good to everyone, we are just friends, and he also told me that he only wanted to be my friend. "
That sentence caused them to chuckle in unison.
I couldn't help but frown.
"Messiah, how can a boy of this age only want to be a friend of a beautiful girl?" Wiesel supported his head and spoke slowly, with a meaningful tone, "You have to believe in the vision of an old woman. Only God knows what he has." I really want to go out on a date with you.”
That sentence made my eyebrows knit even tighter.
"Oh! You don't like him at all." Dolly glanced at me, smiled and shook her head, "Poor young man."
"Of course I don't like him. I have a beloved boy. I told him clearly. How could he still not understand my feelings? Did he intentionally deceive me?"
Dolly was stunned and said nothing.
"Maybe he did it intentionally, maybe he did it unintentionally, but so what?" Granny Wiesel interjected. She sat up straighter in the recliner. The flashing light in her eyes made everyone understand that gossip has nothing to do with age. .
"...How about it? He's cheating on me."
"Listen, Messiah, a good girl doesn't embarrass someone who loves her. That's a good boy, isn't it?"
I hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
"Then, you have to think of a way to be tactful. What is out of reach is not a hard mountain ridge, but a clear but unreachable sky, and a gentle but bottomless sea."
……What?
I looked at the mess on the table and felt that my mind was exactly the same as that mess.
"Grandma Wiesel?" After a long time, I hesitated and said something.
"Say it, dear."
"Can I stay in the empty house at the back? It's the one under the jacaranda tree. Sorry, I took a peek when I came in. It was empty."
"If you really want to live here, you're welcome. I like the excitement."
