After three drinks, the table was in a mess.

Jiang Xilin originally had a good alcohol capacity, but his young body was not very resistant to alcohol. He got a little drunk after two sips, which was not as good as Vera's alcohol capacity.

"Can I still drink?"

Wofk looked at Jiang Xilin with a red nose and a kindly teasing look on his face.

Jiang Xilin shook his head and gave up with a smile.

"Then don't drink it!"

Wofk put the wine bottle aside and looked at Vera pointing at the roast goose.

Vera understood and used a fork to insert a piece of roast goose for Jiang Xilin and put it on his dinner plate.

Wofk smiled and patted Jiang Xilin's shoulder gently.

"Basically everything in the house has been packed up, and Trish will pack the rest tonight. Trish and I will take the train early tomorrow morning. You can stay here tonight and wait until tomorrow to move the gift."

.”

"Thank you Mr. Wofk for your kindness. All my things are at the hotel. If I don't go back at night, I'm afraid the hotel owner will lose my gift."

Of course, these are all excuses.

In fact, he still trusts Bernicea. Although this little girl is a little greedy for money, she is a serious business person, and she is not the same as those sharp and mean businessmen who always like to take advantage of loopholes, always compare every penny with money, and are unscrupulous and profiteers.

Are not the same.

…

After dinner, the older maid Tracy began to clean up the dining table and kitchen, while Wofk took Jiang Xilin and Vera (and the insignificant An An) to the sofa in front of the fireplace in the living room.

Wofk held his pipe in his mouth, used the tongs to pick out the red charcoal in the fireplace, and lit the tobacco.

The three of them started chatting again after the meal.

As the conversation continued, the topic gradually strayed into the old man's memories.

…

"At that time, your father and I were both working at the Kingdom's Historical Research Institute, and we basically spent most of the year stationed in the snowfields. Wine became one of our few hobbies."

"What I remember most clearly is that your father loved to drink the Eternal Distilled Liquor produced by The Macallan Winery. A bottle of wine like this would last for half a year if we drank a little every day."

"But every time when there was half of the bottle left, he would hide the bottle and say it was gone and he had finished the drink."

"And he always hides it at the bottom of his clothes box, and everyone in our camp knows it."

…

Wofke told a lot of interesting stories about him and Vera's father when they were young, and Vera would add a few words from time to time.

In Wofke's narration, Jiangxi Lin also had a general understanding of the work he and Vera's father did when they were young.

Probably similar to an archaeologist.

Most of every year, I spend most of my time in various ancient ruins studying the lost historical relics and texts.

This can also explain why the three books Vera sold him when she left Dongting City were all books related to history and mythology.

After all, in a sense, myths are just history exaggerated by the ancients.

"Sir, it's already ten o'clock."

The older maid Tracy came to the hall and whispered a reminder beside Wofk.

Wofk, who was excited about talking, turned to look at the pendulum clock on the wall next to him, and then sighed:

"Time flies so fast."

Jiang Xilin found that when he sighed, his eyes unconsciously fell on An An, who was lying on Vera's legs and covered with a quilt.

"Yeah, it's getting late. Uncle Wofk, you have to catch the early train tomorrow, so we'll leave first."

"Um."

Wofk stood up,

"I'll take you to the door."

Vera didn't refuse. She reached out and gently patted the little guy's face, trying to wake her up.

"Forget it, I'll carry her."

Jiang Xilin walked over and knelt down. Vera was not polite, hugged An An and placed her on Jiang Xilin's back.

"Thanks a lot."

"What's this?"

Jiang Xilin smiled nonchalantly.

An An only weighs so little. He could even throw Sam, the big human trafficker he met on the first day of the journey, over his shoulder. Carrying An An on his back was no small matter.

Jiangxi Lin carried An An on his back and walked out of the gate of No. 13 McDerlin Street with Vera, accompanied by Wofk.

The night sky was as dark as ink, and the phlogiston street lamps on the streets gave off a hazy light.

"Uncle Wofk, Aunt Trish, just stay here, there's no need to send them away."

"Okay, please be safe on the road."

Wofk said this, but his eyes were looking at An An on Jiang Xilin's back.

Jiang Xilin saw deep reluctance in his eyes, and...his hanging, trembling hands.

He probably wanted to touch the sleeping An An, but he kept restraining himself.

I just don't know what he is suppressing.

…

…

Although it was already ten o'clock in the evening and the temperature was much lower than during the day, there were not many fewer people on the street.

Probably because I have been stuck at work for too long, I finally waited for a vacation and wanted to make up for it all at once.

Jiangxi Lin was carrying An An on his back, and the cold night wind blew on his body, causing his cheeks to hurt.

Fortunately, An An was wearing a fur cloak given by the maid Tracy, otherwise the little one would have been frozen to death.

The two of them were walking side by side on the street, and Jiang Xilin couldn't help but finally asked about the confusion in his heart.

"I found that Mr. Wofke doesn't seem to like An An very much."

The quiet atmosphere between the two was broken. Vera looked at Jiang Xilin in surprise, gently lifted her hair that was a little messy by the night wind, and then said:

"That's why I moved out."

"I feel that Mr. Wofk treats you like his own daughter. There is no reason to be so indifferent to An An. He loves the house so much. Is it because of An An's father?"

"An An's father?"

Vera looked at Jiang Xilin with a strange expression, then glanced at An An, who was sleeping soundly on Jiang Xilin's back, and shook her head.

"In fact, even I don't know who An An's father is. My father picked An An up from the snow on a snowy day."

Jiangxi Lin:!!!

A father picks up a daughter for his daughter?

Shocked, this time it really shocked him.

In the past ten years to this life, although he had heard many stories about "orphans" and "adoption", this was the first time that such a thing had happened to him.

Moreover, logically speaking, shouldn't the child picked up by his father be a younger brother or younger sister?

"Is that so? Does An An know it himself?"

"I don't know. He used to ask me all the time, but then he grew up and stopped asking me."

Vera shook her head and stretched out her hand to gently tuck the corners of An An's fur cloak while she was sleeping.

"Actually, I was quite disgusted with this at first. After all, no one can become a mother without getting married. However, it was only after my father passed away that I realized that he probably knew that he wouldn't be able to stay with me for much longer, so he was afraid

After he left, I was alone, so I specially found this little guy to accompany me."

After saying that, Vera looked up at the night sky.

Jiang Xilin understood why she suddenly looked up at the night sky, so he wisely changed the topic to the issue of "living together":

"By the way, after I move to Mr. Wofk's house, you and An An can move here too."

"ah?!"

Vera expressed confusion at first, and then understood what Jiang Xilin had planned.

Although I don’t dislike it, I still look forward to it in my dreams occasionally.

But out of female restraint, she shook her head and declined on the grounds that "it's too far away from where I work and it's inconvenient."

All right!

Jiangxi Lin was not disappointed with the expected answer.

After all, there will be many, many opportunities in the future.

I hailed a four-wheeled carriage on the roadside. After getting in, I said to the driver:
Chapter completed!