My Boss, the White-haired Nun

"The ship can still hold on, but the veterans can't, buddy." The middle-aged man grinned when he heard this.Touched his abdomen. "For a seafarer, my body has reached the point where I can no longer continue."

"Uh... sorry..." Walter, who felt that he had said something that should not have been said, apologized softly.

"There's nothing to be sorry about," the man said, laughing again. "I'm a soldier! A soldier! For a soldier, this is nothing unusual."

"..." Walter stared blankly at his laughing face, a little silent, and after a long while, he said something incomprehensible. "You seem to be living...happy now?"

"Happy? Of course I'm happy!" The middle-aged man turned to him.The second-hand smoke from his mouth choked the black-haired boy's face. "If you have experienced war, you will know it! Now this kind of peaceful life, I can't be more happy."

"...Then..." Walter asked suddenly after being silent for a moment. "What if someone wants to break this peace?"

"Break the peace?" The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, and glanced back at the shotgun he was leaning on the back of the carriage.When speaking, for the first time, there was no matching smile. "Although the veteran is old, he is not so old that he can't lift a gun."

"..."

Walter pursed his lips, turned his head, and looked out the window.

Beside him, the middle-aged man was still talking nonsense. Did he hear hearty laughter? Even though Walter didn't respond at all, he didn't have the slightest intention to stop.

Walter suddenly regretted getting into the car.

"Here we are, my friend." After an unknown amount of time, the middle-aged man's voice reached his ears.Then, there was the sound of the car stopping.

The black-haired boy looked up, and in front of him, the city of London was within easy reach.

"Thank you very much." Wald nodded in thanks, and reached for his wallet.

"You don't need those things." However, the red-haired man smiled and waved his hand, interrupting his movement.

"I didn't bring you because of these things." He leaned on the other side of the car door, and said with eyes in front of his eyes.

"But……"

"It's nothing to worry about, get out of the car!" The man suddenly straightened his face when he saw this, opened the car door directly, and issued an order to evict passengers impatiently, "I still have things to do, don't dawdle."

He looked very rough, and his face was straight at this moment, which seemed a little scary.

Walter couldn't help showing embarrassment when he heard the words, but he couldn't stay any longer, so he hesitated and got out of the car.

"Hey, that kid." However, just as he closed the car door and turned to leave, the red-haired man suddenly stopped him again.

With a face full of doubts, Walter turned his head, and what he saw was indeed the face of the middle-aged man smiling again.

"It can be seen that you have something on your mind."

"I don't know what else you're thinking." He shrugged, but I have a word for you.This is the speech I gave when that ship was launched.

"May she also say with just pride (may she say with pride in the future)..."

"I ha.ve done the State some service (I have made some contributions to the country)?" However, just as the middle-aged man finished speaking half of the sentence, Walter continued the second half with a confused face.

"Haha! That's it." Hearing this, the man laughed and extinguished the cigarette in his hand, turned the steering wheel, and drove away.

All that remained was the roar of the engine and the exhaust that slapped Vettel in the face.

"Whoever you are, good luck, man!"

Author's message:

ps:

I really don't want to complain about Shuke's sensitive words

AV in have is a sensitive word...

I really want to know how much English dialogue is available if the word have is removed?Remove all the words with av in the alphabetical order, how many sentences are still valid?

Also drunk.

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In all senses, New York, as a young city, does not have the borders called walls like those cities with a long history.Although most of those cities also gradually abandoned the original protective walls in the later development and expansion, there is always an invisible boundary in the hearts of the people who have lived there for generations.

However, this young city of New York is not like this. It is alive, and even inexplicably gives people the illusion that he is even breathing.It's so elite and prosperous that the city's boundaries are changing every day, and the city's periphery is redefining every year.Extravagance seems to be a vocabulary created specifically to describe this city. Countless people frantically crowded into this city, bringing those fragile bubble-like dreams to be crushed by the cold reality.

Perhaps, this is also the ending of all metropolises in the future.

With an inexplicably complicated mood, the black-haired boy walked towards the city.

The middle-aged man said that the place was here, so he let him go, but he didn't just throw him by the side of a road in a marginal area.Putting his location aside, it can already be regarded as a famous street in New York City - even if it is not the most prosperous one, at least the traffic is convenient enough.

From the direction he drove away, it was not difficult to find that the man who sent Walter here actually spared the road.

Walter looked at the city in front of him, walking silently and aimlessly, with a calm and indifferent expression.He straightened his waist, put his hands in his pockets like the most ordinary young man, and walked step by step, but inexplicably showed a sense of loneliness.

At this time, it has been a long time since the dim dawn, the sky has brightened, and the city has woken up from the night, the rows of street lights on the side of the road have been turned off, but a few shops along the street still have neon lights for night lighting .

The time should already be counted as morning. There are already many hurried pedestrians walking on the edge of the road with briefcases or other things in their hands. There are also women shopping on the street and adults holding children.The time was about eight o'clock, because he saw pedestrians queuing up to buy breakfast at the fast food restaurant on the street - this time was his guess, it's not that he didn't have a watch with him, it's just that he didn't have the mood to look at it.

That watch was dug out by Einstein from his desk drawer. Although it was well preserved, it was obviously not brand new. At that time, he had guessed who the previous owner of the watch was. Think, but also have the answer.

In fact, with Ai Yin's financial resources, there is no need for him to use the things left by that man to buy many things. It's just that those things are passed on to him, and maybe he will have more of that man's shadow on him.

Suddenly, something tiny fell from the sky and hit the skin of his face, giving off a slight tactile sensation.

He raised his head, and in the sky, white snowflakes began to fall from places beyond his sight, as if descending from some mysterious heaven.

So he lowered his head and put on the hood of his jacket.Continue walking on that road, passing through streets and intersections, passing people one after another.Just kept walking like that, aimlessly, and never stopped.