Chapter 2502 Unexpected

Although the night is deep, the wind is very warm.

However, Master Dewey was shaking non-stop, and he was as confused as chaff. Those who knew him knew that he was agitated, restless, and struggling. Those who didn't know thought that he had been electrocuted for no reason, or that he might have suffered from cerebral thrombosis, hemiplegia and other diseases that made it difficult for him to move. .

During the period of hesitation, Master Dewey's expression was extremely complicated, including sadness, melancholy, timidity, excitement, excitement, and happiness. I can guarantee that Master Dewey's expression at this moment was simply more exciting than the face-changing expression in Sichuan Opera.

If someone could record Master Dewey's expression at this moment, copy it, and perform it, he would definitely be very popular and have a chance to be selected as the national quintessence of Wichburg.

I folded my arms and leaned aside, watching all this silently.

Master Dewey’s joys and sorrows do not affect me deeply. In my eyes, every move of the old man is like a wonderful tragic comedy. However, the current drama is still Master Dewey’s one-man show. I believe that when the old man After Patch joins, the scenes will be more exciting.

I kept wondering how Master Dewey and Old Patch would face each other.

First he knocked on the door, and Old Patch opened the door with a constipated expression. Because it was getting late and he hadn't seen him for a long time, he didn't recognize Master Dewey's identity, but he saw that he was wearing expensive clothes and I was accompanying him. , instantly positioned Master Dewey as a fat sheep, and grinned, revealing eight white teeth and that common profiteer's smile.

After eagerly inviting Master Dewey into the tree house, he immediately asked his wife to make tea and water, and maybe bring out a plate of leftovers from the day. However, they had been carefully screened and decorated carefully, and the appearance looked like a high-quality product. Excellent cookies from the pastry shop.

Then Old Patch will serve him attentively to eat and drink. He will not get to the point until he has finished a pot of tea and a plate of cookies.

Maybe Old Patch will chat with Master Dewey about business-related topics for a while, but it won't last long. After all, Master Dewey is not here to buy anything, but to meet old friends and renew friendship.

After learning that Master Dewey was not a guest, Old Patch would probably show a bored expression and send him away impatiently.

I guess Master Dewey would reveal his identity when Old Patch was serving tea to see off the guests, and then Old Patch froze in place, like a sculpture with a stunned expression.

I believe that Old Patch's wife will also be confused and dumbfounded.

Master Dewey, on the other hand, would burst into tears, and his sadness, pain, and sadness would be like a river bursting its banks, out of control.

Three people, one dumbfounded, one stunned and horrified, one crying bitterly, came together to create a world-famous painting called "Reunion".

I'm sure that if an artist painted this wonderful scene and auctioned it at an art exhibition, he would definitely make a fortune and reach the top of his life!

squeak——

There was a sound of the door bolt rubbing, and a thin figure appeared at the door.

It was Old Patch.

The old man stood there, first looking at Master Dewey who was standing at the door, trembling with excitement, frowned, and then looked towards me.

The scene in front of me is different from what I expected!

At a loss, I smiled awkwardly: "Good evening, uncle."

Old Patch curled his lips, with a trace of curiosity and a trace of surprise in his eyes, but these emotions were fleeting. He pursed his lips at me and said, "Say in the house."

"Oh, okay" I replied calmly, took a step forward, and entered the house honestly.

Old Patch invited me into the house, but did not invite Master Dewey. At this moment, he was leaning on the door frame with his arms folded, looking at Master Dewey's excited old face, his eyes and expression, it was like looking at a cat. Dogs fight like passers-by.

Standing in the room, looking at the door, feeling at a loss as to which direction things would develop, a familiar voice sounded.

"Isn't this Xiaoyi? Why did he come to my house in the middle of the night?"

Her voice is very soft and her tone is very gentle. You can tell from her voice alone that she is a virtuous and gentle woman without looking at the person.

"Ah, Aunt Tracy, are you awake? I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb your sleep."

Turning to the woman behind me, I apologized profusely.

"It's none of your business." Tracey said with a gentle smile: "It's Patch. He said there was a figure hanging around outside the window. He was worried that someone was urinating under the window, so he came out to take a look."

I was immediately embarrassed and didn't know what to say.

"Patch, what are you doing?" Tracy walked forward slowly and passed by me. She asked softly: "Who is outside the door? Is it an acquaintance? Or someone staying overnight? Please come in."

Old Patch lowered his arms, did a chest-expanding exercise, waved his hand and said, "Come in."

No matter how you listen to this tone, it is very rude. I dare to say that he is the first person who dares to speak to Master Dewey in this tone.

As soon as Master Dewey entered the room, Aunt Tracy was stunned. After hesitating for a second, she quickly stepped forward and looked at Master Dewey's face carefully.

After looking at him for a moment, she smiled and said, "It turns out it's you. It's been a long time."

She affectionately led Master Dewey to sit down at the dining table. At the same time, she pressed Old Patch on the chair opposite and said softly: "You guys talk first, and I'll prepare some food and refreshments."

Old Patch looked at Master Dewey with a strange expression, while Master Dewey smiled awkwardly and said: "Thank you, thank you."

As soon as Tracy reached the door of the kitchen, she suddenly stopped, waved to me, and said, "Xiao Yi is here to help, too."

"Hey, come on!"

I was happy to be away from the awkward atmosphere, and quickly entered the kitchen.

In the kitchen, looking at Aunt Tracy's busy figure, I lowered my voice and asked, "Aunt, do you know him?"

"How come we don't know each other?" Trish said in a nostalgic tone: "We were all friends when we were young. Even if we get older, they still look the same."

"You don't hate him?"

"Hate him? Why?" Aunt Tracy straightened up, rubbed the back of her wet hands on her apron, smoothed a few stray strands of hair, and looked at me in confusion.

"It's because of his personal bodyguard that you and old Uncle Patch ended up like this."

"You just said that it's because of his personal bodyguard and it has nothing to do with him, right?"

Aunt Tracy picked up a few firewood, threw it into the stove, and said: "Besides, even if that incident hadn't happened, even if Patch and I had been living in Fort Vicky, no one could say what would happen now. .”

After thinking hard for a while, I said in confusion: "I don't understand what you are saying."

"It's normal not to understand. Even those who were born and raised in Vicky Castle may not know the truth of this matter." Aunt Tracy said: "And even among the nobles and royal family, there are probably not many people who can really figure out the truth."

She paused, smiled bitterly, and said, "It was just by chance that I heard the truth of the matter."