No. 6 Mink Street, in a single-family house.
Weinerson put his hands on the corners of the wooden table, his eyes staying on the notice without moving away a bit.
"What are you looking at?"
"Ah..." Weinerson raised his head. After a few seconds of confusion, he adjusted his state and said:
"The college acceptance letter has arrived and I'm reading it."
Mies nodded. When he turned around, he was suddenly stunned for a moment and found that Irene was looking at him unnaturally.
"What's wrong?"
He scratched his head, feeling that his memory had deteriorated a bit, as if he had overlooked something important just now.
"No, not you."
Eileen's body trembled slightly, and she turned her head sideways. Wei Nasen, who had already adjusted his condition, met Eileen's gaze with a smile on his lips.
Different from the extremely blurry vision just now, he could see extremely clearly now.
The extraordinary power of the distorted space has completely disappeared. I should be in the same space coordinates as them now.
I took a long breath in my heart and suddenly saw that Irene had put on a new dress that she had never worn before. The cuffs were exquisite leg-of-mutton sleeves, and the edges of the skirt were inlaid with lace. It was a very feminine outfit. take.
"New dress?" Weinerson asked in surprise.
Erin said "Hmm", and she grasped the folds of the skirt with her hands nervously and unfamiliarly, but she was afraid of tearing it with too much force.
"It looks great, Erin. It suits you just fine."
"No, Weinerson, we can not discuss the skirt thing for now. You seemed to have mentioned the notice just now, right?"
"Notice?"
Mies reacted suddenly and stood up quickly. Her amber eyes glanced at the wooden table and immediately focused on the unexpected extra letter.
"Well, it's a notice, a university admission notice." Weinerson nodded lightly.
From the beginning, he had no intention of hiding this matter. As the youngest brother in the Van der Rohe family and the only one with the ability to enter college, this joy must be shared with his family.
It's just that this joy comes in a scary way.
Fortunately, the owl messenger distorted space, otherwise it would have frightened Irene.
"When did it arrive?"
Miss walked to him first and asked while picking up the notice.
"Just now."
"Just now? Weren't you in the bathroom just now?"
"Miss, it's not important...can you show it to me?"
Erin's voice was trembling at this time, and her eyes were vaguely covered with white mist.
"Eileen, please don't use the root word 'can'. I was admitted to the university thanks to the support of you, Mies and Gropius."
Staring at the delivered notice, Irene took out a handkerchief from her bag, wiped her little hands, and then carefully took the admission notice in a dark red envelope, staring at it for a long time.
"The patterns on it are so beautiful, and this ball of red fire paint is so beautiful."
Irene couldn't help but rub it over and over again, the white mist in her eyes getting bigger and bigger, and finally it dropped uncontrollably.
At this moment, Irene cried like a child. It felt like a seedling that had been carefully cared for bloomed into bright flowers one morning.
"Continue to celebrate tonight. Weinerson officially becomes a college student. By the way, we also need to tell Mr. Frank about this joy. Among all the people we know, he is one of the biggest supporters."
Erin wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes with a handkerchief and handed the notice back to Weinerson:
"What's for dinner tonight? Lamb stew? Beef stew? Or roast goose?"
Roast goose? Roast goose for New Year?
Lightning suddenly flashed across my mind, and a fragment of memory popped out. It was about the traditional custom of eating roast goose during the New Year.
In the Kingdom of Ghent, whether you are aristocrat, middle class or commoner, eating roast goose is an essential process.
On New Year's Eve, the family reunites and sits at the dining table in front of the warm fireplace. After toasting together, they share the delicious roast goose dripping with rich fat. This can be regarded as a compliment to the labor of the past year and a hope for the coming year.
"It's still more than half a month before the New Year. Isn't it too early to eat roast goose?" Weinerson asked doubtfully.
"It's not early at all. The university starts two weeks before the New Year. After attending the entrance ceremony, many freshmen will basically stay in school to spend the New Year. You should understand what this means, right?"
Uh...the first two weeks? What a ridiculous time, stuck at the start of school in the New Year?
Weinerson shook his head in silence for a moment. He had never thought that the opening time of the school in another world was so strange.
I can guarantee that if this were on Earth, in China, this kind of school would definitely be trolled to death by online recruiters, including me.
Wait, but having said that, China’s graduate entrance examination is also at the end of December, and the results are released in mid-March of the following year.
Hiss...this feels a bit similar inexplicably?
With his thoughts spinning, Weinerson turned to Eileen and Mies and said:
"Actually, I can come back and spend the New Year with you. After going to college, I won't have time to spend the New Year with my family, right?"
"No, Weinerson, you need to make new friends, and spending the New Year at school would be a good time for you to socialize for the first time."
Mies stretched out her index finger and shook it in mid-air at Weinerson, completely disagreeing with the idea of coming back to celebrate the New Year.
At this time, Eileen nodded and said:
"Mith is right, this is your important social time."
No, when did Miss have such a thorough understanding of the university? Could it be that he had been there before, or had he heard of it in Plymouth Harbor?
Miston immediately shook his head.
"Don't look at me with that look. I read it in the newspaper. Didn't I tell you before that if you read the Faslanka Morning News occasionally, you can learn a lot of useful information."
"Newspaper?"
Weinerson was speechless for a moment, and after a long time he stopped laughing:
"Well, I really should read more newspapers and learn about the news in the future."
"This is just my habit. Many people are actually not interested in newspaper news. They are only crazy about the various novels serialized on it."
As he spoke, he took out a one-pound note from the inner pocket of his gray vest:
"I'm going to buy ingredients later. I should be more luxurious this time and go to the Bauhaus area to buy them."
"I'll go with you. It just so happens that this dress doesn't fit well. I think..."
Before Irene could say anything, Mies and Weinerson interrupted in unison:
"This dress fits you perfectly."
Although Weinerson didn't know the specific situation, he vaguely guessed something.
My sister, it actually doesn’t cost much to study at Hornavitch University, and our family is not poor now. Your brother and I have a huge sum of about 150 pounds.
As he talked, Weinerson thought of the huge sum of money again, 150 pounds, which was like a dream.
"Eileen, I know you are diligent and thrifty, but you don't want to wear the old white dress in the New Year, right? Also, you said you would also invite your good friends Miss Sangana and Miss Angelica Is it rude to wear last year's dress when you come to your home as a guest?"
Mies did not accuse Irene of making her own decision, but instead smiled and said:
"Not only do you not have to return it, but you also have to go to the Bauhaus district with me and buy a pair of stockings. This is a fashionable outfit in recent years. Although it is a bit expensive, it is worth it."
"Also, don't worry about money. Gropius and I have an extra sum of money in Faslanka Bank, about 24 pounds. He has already gone to withdraw it in the afternoon. This year you can invite good friends to your home in a dignified way. Be a guest.”
