Chapter 12: my friend

"Sorry!" Weiss jumped out of the car and looked at a depressed man sitting on his front porch, shouting embarrassedly, "I'm late!"
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"Wes!" The young wolf Matthew ran out of the backyard, his face full of joy, and he turned back to Alpha, "This is Wes!"
Benjamin pursed her lips, otherwise?
Seeing Matthew, Weiss was also very happy. This was his former playmate. He nodded. The last time he saw Matthew freshman in high school, puberty passed, Matthew changed a little bit, "Matthew! You have changed a lot!" The two smiled and hugged, Wes looked at and Matthew, who was almost as strong as himself, felt that this guy should join the army. "Mell told me you worked in Grand."
"Yeah." Matthew didn't realize that it was Weiss reminding him to introduce. Wes can't tell who these two Grandes are. Once the Southern District people called these two guys the Grand sons who fell from the sky. This is not a commendation.
"Zacree, just call me Zac. That's Benjamin. He doesn't like being called Ben." Zac tightened his bottle, and he was much better, and introduced with a smile.
The vampire and Alpha's gaze quickly placed on the van behind Weiss. "Is this the one?" Zac looked at Benjamin with a smile. "It's much better than we thought, it's almost brand new."
Weiss dryly laughed, "It's only been opened for about half a year, and then it has been idle. It has been gray in the warehouse for 17 or 18 years."
Weiss took the key, and when he arrived, he handed it to Zac. He vaguely remembered that Zac was the brother. Zac waved his hand and pointed to Benjamin, who had walked to the side of the car. He touched the wagon and blinked at Wes. "It's clean."
"Hehe." Weiss laughed again, not knowing what he was thinking.
Benjamin took the key. He opened the door very familiarly and beckoned Matthew to test it.
"I'm in the mirror. Bayi ●? Chinese ▲ Wen ■ net. Ww.81zw.com?" Zac looked at the co-pilot, his eyes were red, and there was a trace of doubt in the rearview mirror. . Fasten your seat belt.
Wess shook his head. He suddenly forgot what he wanted to say and blinked, "Oh! Mel said you actually want a radio, this is good."
"Not just the radio." Zac turned his head and smiled. His eyes had returned to normal light green. "We want a whole car."
Benjamin turned the key. Compared to Grand's original unrestrained car, the motive of this car sounded like a girl's breath. Benjamin tilted his head, "Not bad." The palm had turned the radio. I tuned to the channel he remembered and was ready to be tapped.
"Arthur's music box welcomes you to listen to ..."
Benjamin turned his head again and smiled at Weiss. "Very good."
The truck began to circle around Weiss's house.
"Not bad." Benjaminga.
"Good." Benjamin drifted.
"Good." Benjamin pulled the steering wheel down with one hand.
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The dirt roads around the rural households in the Southern District were not very level and clean. The dust rose, and they were quickly covered with car windows and rearview mirrors. Wes swayed the seat belt in the back seat and looked at Matthew with a searchable eye. But honest Matthew only looked at his boss with a happy face.
The car parked in the front yard again. Weiss looked around in the back seat. He felt that he spent the afternoon washing the car in vain.
"We like it very much." Zac smiled at Wes with his head turned sideways. "Matthew. Checkout."
Matthew panicked a check from his pocket and handed it to Weiss.
Wes froze for a while, but actually sold it? He took the check and blinked. Immediately returned to Matthew, "No, this is too much! This is just an old used car! It's still a truck!"
It ’s not an old-fashioned car, and it does n’t even have the meaning of collection!
"You should take a look at our old car. ◆ Eight ★? ★ One Chinese website. Www.81zw.com?" Zac smiled sideways. "In contrast, this is the new car." Zac said on the check. Written is more than 20,000. That's enough for Weiss to buy a truck that is commonly used today (the trunk is not covered). But Weiss thought it was more than two thousand dollars, enough for him to buy a second-hand motorcycle. After all, this old truck in his mouth was neither practical nor old in his eyes.
"Too much." Wes frowned and looked at Matthew. He thought that in the dual relationship of Mel and Matthew, the two Grand brothers who had no intersection with themselves would pay such a price. "This car The car is really not worth the price. "
Matthew took the rejected cheque and looked at the two bosses in the front seat for help.
"Explain yourself." Alpha pouted and gave the order. Matthew's weakness is too obvious, this guy is too honest, it seems that Alpha is to train him.
"Uh." Matthew opened his mouth, and er, for a long time, looked at Wes and squeezed out, "Grand actually doesn't lack a car."
Weiss' face was wrinkled even more.
"No!" Matthew waved anxiously and explained, "The car has it! But it's not suitable!" Matthew grabbed his head, and his pale gold hair was messed up. "We are a funeral home, we need to be like This closed car! "
He was really squeezed out of the reasons for the past. Of course, we know that what needs to be strong and closed is not the funeral industry, but purely the personal preferences of vampires and werewolves.
Zac turned his head and smiled. He didn't want Weiss to be misled, thinking that Grande used trucks as hearses.
"Need is one thing, but more is our habit. Mel should have said that we have been driving the previous car, it may be nothing to others, but it is priceless to us, something left by Old Grande It ’s all old and broken, and it ’s no longer useful.
Zach smiled, but he looked very serious.
I think you should understand it too.

Seeing Zac say this seriously, Wes pursed his lips.
Weiss couldn't understand. Once he remembered that Grande's two brothers came to Barton from the field to find their father and found Old Grande. His situation is exactly the opposite. He was in Button, and his parents left Button, he never thought about it.
He was too young to die on the battlefield when he was still puzzled and sad about his parents leaving. When he was admitted to the Quinn Orphanage, he was used to being a child without parents. This cannot be blamed on anyone, but on the resilience of a strong five-year-old human.
Wes took the check, and he needed to show understanding.
Zac smiled, of course, our vampire saw Wes's completely opposite mood. But this is just a reality constructed by lies. It suppresses an unspeakable reality. Zac achieves his goal. He does not want to treat the orphans created by war.
Think about it, Zac is also an orphan, an orphan of Toledo. Sadly, Toledo is still the defeated side.
"Thank you." Weiss looked at the check in his hand. He still decided to use a second-hand motorcycle. The rest was like his other money, donated to the orphanage. After returning to Barton, I went to the police station to report only once, and then I was packing up the house. Before I had time to go back and have a look, I could send it together.
Benjamin glanced at Zac not very satisfied. Zac escaped for Matthew. Zac raised an eyebrow and looked back, meaning, ‘you did n’t teach anything, what exercise did the honest guy get? ’
Benjamin pouted and honked his horn, bright and sharp, "Not bad."
The transaction was over. Matthew relaxed, pushed open the door with a smile, and got off the car. "I'm showing Benjamin the tree we planted before!"
Weiss smiled, but was still a little surprised that Matthew called his boss's name directly. In the past, this guy rigidly discussed his teacher in private as the surname. It seems that this brother-like Matthew had a good time at Grand House.
"I saw it. It's been very thick for a few years." Wes responded with a smile. When he came back, he was shocked. How can I know that a bunch of little guys used to joke can still live to this day, his This inherited old house still seems to be taken care of from time to time, but I don't know who it is.
Zac and Benjamin also got out of the car and were very politely invited into the empty house. The two were giving time for Matthew to reminisce, and the young wolf was excited after knowing that Wes was back. It's one thing to have a vampire next to Barton, it's another thing to enjoy life.
But it didn't take long for the Weiss family to have guests. The knock on the door actually echoed in the empty, empty room, and Weiss opened the door awkwardly.
"Secretary Pells?" Weiss looked at the southern police chief at the door, a little puzzled.
"Rookie!" The director was less polite, and stepped into Weiss's house with a folder under his hand. He looked around. "You live in this ghost place? There's nothing ..."
Director Perth's words got stuck in half because he had just turned a corner and saw three Grandes sitting in front of a small wooden table in an empty living room.
"Secretary Pells!" Zach stood up with a smile, walked to the southern police chief who had only seen a few faces, extended his right hand, and then looked at Wes with a smile. "Are you a policeman? That's great! "
Perce frowned, and his expression was unnaturally gripped by Zac. Uh, and looked in the room, "Are you three?"
Zac nodded when he felt something was wrong.
"Rookie!" The tone was a little unpleasant, "Who else here knows you are a policeman?"
Wes frowned, "Just them. And they don't know, before you call me" Rookie "."
Perce stared, and he didn't like the rookie's tone very much, "I said Button! Who else knows?"
Weiss looked at the middle-aged director, "Two friends."
"first name!"
"Urent Mell (Old Mel's full name), James Lance. They are my friends."
Zach, who raised his eyebrows, didn't listen carefully to Pers shouting in an uncomfortable tone, ‘Old Mel at the grocery store? ! He will tell everyone! Damn it! ... ’
Zach only heard ‘James Lance, my friend’. (To be continued.)