Chapter 852 Ending (Part 2)

Just after an autumn wind, a cold rain came again. The next morning, the chill penetrated through the cracks in the window frames, but disappeared in the warm air inside the house.

Jason got out of the soft and comfortable quilt, stretched out his hand to comb his messy, bird's nest-like hair, stood by the bed, stretched out, and opened the window.

The moment the cold air came in, he shivered, and then quickly closed the window gap a little smaller.

He pulled on his slippers, opened the door, and walked towards the public water room at the end of the corridor without turning back and closing the door.

The water room is about the size of two bedrooms. There are four rows of faucets in the middle, and faucets are all hung on the walls. At this time, the water room is full of children. Some are washing their faces, and some are wiping their faces after washing. Others just hold water cups to get hot water.

Jason yawned and saw a faucet at hand. He walked over, turned on the faucet, washed his face twice with cold water, then walked to the cabinet at the end of the water room and took out his toothbrush. Cup and toothbrush for washing up.

The two children next to them brushed their toothbrushes and filled their mouths with foam. They laughed and sprayed bubbles at each other. Most of them were very curious about brushing their teeth. In particular, the toothpaste purchased by Wanshiwu was very foamy. After brushing, they could almost pretend to be Santa Claus.

After washing up, Jason went back to the house to change clothes, and then walked around the Wanshiwu office and found that everything was as usual here.

The children were like swimming fish one after another, passing through corals and seaweeds. The strong wind outside the window did not affect them at all. Some of them were even sweating from running back and forth.

At this time, the rosiness on their faces and the hope in their eyes were something that had never appeared before.

After a while, Jason took the younger children to the day care center and handed them over to some older girls there. Then he went to the school downstairs to urge other children to read.

After finishing his work in the building, he left the building, got on a bicycle, and rushed towards the Bingshan Restaurant.

As soon as the wind chime rang, the waiter hurried up and took Jason to the office upstairs in the restaurant.

In addition to Cobot, there were several children there, the same little beggars that Cobot had rescued before.

They were still very thin, but their complexions and physical condition had improved a lot. At this time, they were talking in low voices.

Cobot and Jason led them out. Jason waved to them and said, "Follow me. We have two children there. They paid extra money to get a better house in the second phase, and their rooms are free." Now, you can stay here first and come back after your place is renovated..."

The children were a little scared, but Cobot got on the bus first. They obviously trusted the leader very much, so they pushed you and others to get on the bus.

After sending the children to the Everything House where Jason was, Cobot did not get in the car when he came out of the building, but planned to take a walk around the East End.

Go around the building of Phase 1 and Phase 2, and behind it is the construction site of Phase 3 and Phase 4. At this time, the building is almost half completed, and further forward, you will find the Phase 5 and Phase 6 project not far from Bingshan Restaurant.

One construction site after another springs up from the ground like bamboo shoots, and tall buildings rise from the ground. Nothing is more shocking than this.

Cobot had not read many books, but he could still feel the magnificence of the changing times. The roar of huge machines was like the wheels of history rolling by. The bigger and taller buildings were like the continuous upward climb of human society. of branches.

After returning to the Iceberg Restaurant, he drove alone to the North District. Compared with the East District where there were many projects, it seemed very quiet, or a little lifeless.

The car was driving very slowly, so Cobot could see from the car window that in the windows of the manor, many heads of the twelve families were intently admiring the collections they had just acquired.

Beautiful oil paintings, exquisite sculptures, and antiques full of history, but they stood on the bridge and looked at the scenery, and the people standing upstairs also looked at them.

Cobot felt that these heads of the twelve families were like antiques left over from the previous era, carrying the hazy and hazy atmosphere of the previous century, exquisite and fragile.

The strongest barrier that fought against the wind and waves of the last century is vulnerable to the roar of the machines of the new era. If they can wake up early, they may still be able to occupy a place in the new era, but if they are unwilling to do so, then the museum is Their best destination.

The car stopped in front of the Falcone Manor. When Cobot walked out of the car door, he subconsciously adjusted his tie and stamped his feet. Then he paused, shook his head, and strode into the manor. inside.

He met Alberto in the reception room. Cobot walked up to him, shook hands with him and said, "I heard you are engaged? Congratulations, but I don't know which family the woman is from yet..."

Alberto shook his head and said, "No, she is not from Gotham. She is a girl from the metropolis that Vince Yin met when he was rehearsing a play. The two of them fell in love, and the godfather did not object."

Cobot raised his eyebrows, as if he had some doubts about the last sentence. Alberto said: "I know that there are rumors that the godfather relies on his wife's natal family to gain power, but in fact, my mother is not a native of Gotham. , not from any wealthy family, she is just a fisherman’s daughter, from a small seaside town.”

"You two brothers... I mean, your illness... well, don't you have any objections?" Cobblepot asked tactfully, referring to Alberto and Yin Wens' dissociative identity disorder.

Alberto shook his head and said, "I can't understand love, and I don't intend to pursue true love. I hope that the Falcone family can stand in a broader world, transcend the rules and laws of Gotham, and gain true glory."

"When will the engagement ceremony be held?" Cobblepot asked again.

"How about choosing the Iceberg Restaurant in a week? By then, all the celebrities in Gotham will gather there, which will be good for your business."

Unexpectedly, Cobblepot shook his head and said, "I don't want to deal with the people of the Twelve Families now. They are full of Renaissance and Impressionism. God, do they still remember that they are a gangster family?"

Alberto smiled and said, "People are like this. After obtaining the wealth accumulated for them by violence and blood, they desperately want to get rid of their origins and use all kinds of things to prove their nobility."

"You don't have to feel bored with them. Maybe soon, you won't see most of them again." Alberto shook his head and said, "Wayne won't wait too long."

As he looked out the window, red leaves fell, and golden ginkgo leaves covered the sermon. On the day of the engagement ceremony, the entire Iceberg Restaurant was covered with colorful fallen leaves, as if celebrating the couple.

Pairs of shiny leather shoes stepped onto the red carpet, and one after another, the leaders in suits and leather shoes walked into the brightly lit hall.

Laughter, blessings and music sounded at the same time, and the blood-red poppies, the golden chandeliers, and the curtains in the deep twilight, all kinds of colors complemented each other.

"...My student, a sincere, upright, and energetic young man, and such a beautiful, dignified, and noble girl will make a lifelong promise to each other today..."

"As Mr. Falcone's teacher, I feel very gratified that such an excellent student, a junior who deserves love, a son loved by God, a believer and a righteous man, should receive loyal love..."

At the front of the hall, Schiller glanced at Yin Wens, then at the future Mrs. Falcone, and then turned his gaze to the godfather standing behind Yin Wens.

This was the first time the old godfather stood behind someone, but he seemed very calm, with some nostalgia in his expression.

Then, Schiller began to pray. He said, "I am here under the guidance of the merciful Heavenly Father. I will witness the promise of a couple here. St. Peter once said..."

Accompanied by the somewhat obscure prayer, Yin Wens took his fiancee's hand and turned around to look at the photographer's camera.

Cobert, Bruce, Dick, Jason, and many of Yin Wens' classmates all came up and stood in several rows.

With a "kacha" sound, accompanied by applause and cheers, the photo flew out of the camera and landed on a brown table.

A hand wearing a black leather glove gently stroked the surface of the photo with its fingertips. He put down the violin case in his hand, took off the felt hat on his head, and sat on the seat of the train carriage.

The distant whistle sounded, white smoke rose, and the red carriage passed through the valley.

"Hello, sir, do you want a cigarette?" The smoking boy on the train knocked on the door of the carriage, and the door slowly opened, revealing an old face inside. Although his temples were gray, he was majestic without anger.

The boy saw the cigar box next to him, so he smiled apologetically and was about to leave, but the old man stopped him, handed him a roll of money, and asked in Italian: "When will the train arrive?"

"Sir, if you mean the next station, there are still ten minutes."

The boy left after saying that, and when the next station arrived, another person came into the car.

Seeing the old man opposite him dressed like this, his fingertips trembled slightly, took off his hat and put it on his chest, and said: "Sir, can I sit here?"

"Of course."

The man opposite heard it, the old man's Italian always has a sinking ending, just like people in the last era.

"Do you know when the next station will arrive?" The Italian with a classical accent echoed in the car, and the man opposite replied, "It will be about twenty minutes later. If it is the terminal, it may take a few hours..."

"It doesn't matter, as long as it can arrive."

The car fell silent, and the man opposite glanced at the violin case under the table, and his fingers clenched.

"Relax, kid, God bless you."

The old man opposite lit a cigar, put it in his mouth, and said incoherently.

He turned his head to the window, looking at the scenery that looked like an impressionist oil painting, which was rapidly receding beside him.

The sound of the carriage doors colliding with each other, the noisy sound coming from outside the door, the aroma of leather and cigar in the carriage, the ringing of bells from time to time, the loud greetings from the waiter... Everything was like when he was young.

He thought that the legend of the past forty years had finally come to an end, and in the smoke of the cigar, he saw the peaceful and tranquil coast, the fishing boats in the sunset, and the beautiful girls in the small town...

At the window of the Falcone manor, Alberto saw the lighthouse of Gotham light up, emitting a hazy light, guiding the ship home in another cold rainy night.

The young godfather looked far away, beyond the blurred coastline in the rain, and saw the protagonist of the legendary story, the distant and beautiful Sicily that he had told him many times.