Gracie's Wonderful Studio

"I'll put it in the trunk for you."

"Ah, uncle driver, no need..."

"Tsk, why are you being polite to me?"

The driver snatched the things from Gracie without saying a word.

Then the cold sweat came down.

His protruding waist disc was so good that it was directly folded in half.

"This, what's in it? So heavy?"

"It's all kinds of canned food... Many friends want to eat different things, but Aponia's mother probably won't do it, so I bought a lot of ready-made canned food."

Main ingredient for canning.

Just glass and water, naturally heavy.

Greixiu got into the car and roughly explained the location.

"It's a bit out of the way...but I have an impression."

The driver fastened Gracio's seat belt and started the ignition.

The uncle took out the cigarette conveniently, tore open the package, clamped the cigarette, and lit the fire, all in one go.

Just about to take a sip.

I just remembered that Gracie was still sitting in the co-pilot.

Immediately, he hit his right hand a few times with his left hand.

"This n...cough cough, why can't you control it?"

Stuffed out the cigarette that was just lit, and lowered the car window to let in some air.

Then he said intentionally or unintentionally.

"It seems that you are living by yourself now. What are you doing? I know some good families whose children were killed in the previous disasters. Many of them do not plan to have any more, but they intend to adopt those who were also affected by the disaster and lost their loved ones. children."

"They're good people."

"Yes." Gracie nodded, "These uncles and aunts are all good people."

"then you……"

"My dad is still here."

"Is that so..."

The driver sighed and didn't mention it again.

Dad is here, so Mom is gone.

"You said you opened a studio now? Then I have time to go, can you draw something for me?"

"of course can."

Gracie would not refuse.

As long as it is not the color that makes people uncomfortable, she wants to know.

"Sigh, it's a pity that your place is not very good. After the disaster, it has been dead for a long time, and there is no popularity. I don't know how long it will take to recover..."

Gracie chatted with the driver just like that.

But most of the time, she was the one listening to the driver.

Only occasionally go along with it.

The uncle driver is well-informed.

Although not very professional, but for Gracie who lacks a lot of common sense.

Also listen with relish.

Sometimes the driver said some untrue gossip, and Gracie didn't refute it, and just listened quietly.

"Well, I don't understand the art of painting, but it's not easy to do business now. If there are fewer people, naturally I can't get jobs."

The driver complained while waiting for the red light.

"You see, I can't even compare to you as a child. I don't have any other specialties, so I can drive a car. I can't pick up some long-distance orders, and I have to pick up my son from school in the afternoon."

When it came to his children, he obviously talked more.

I have been complaining about how disappointing my son is, and always making mistakes in school.

But the more you talk, the more you reveal how much you care.

"Well, if that kid can have a craft for making a living like you in the future, I will be satisfied."

From the child, to the child's school, to his parents, to the family's rumors, all kinds of rumors, the driver talked nonsense, and almost never stopped along the way.

But it's almost time to reach the destination.

The uncle driver's tone suddenly became serious.

"You are the one...that fighter against the Houkai Beast that appeared on TV, right? Otherwise, at such a young age, you wouldn't be able to reach that level of strength. At least my son can't carry a bag. Let alone you, a little girl."

"Well... I am indeed one of them." Gracie thought about it, and felt that there was nothing to hide.

"Then you don't have to go to the battlefield, just fight those monsters."

"No." Gracie shook her head.

"That's good."

The driver nodded in satisfaction.

"I knew that these organizations would definitely cultivate fresh blood in order to continue, and you must be one of them... I can accept the cultivation of new people. If they want you to go to the battlefield, I definitely don't agree."

"If we are going to go up, we will die, and it will be your turn."

"..."

Gracie didn't know what the driver had made up in his brain.

Cultivating fresh blood, chasing fire moths is not without doing.

But the success rate is too low.

The mortality rate of hyperalteration surgery far exceeds the success rate.

New members can't just make up if they want to.

But she really doesn't have to fight.

She feels that she actually has some strength, and she can share it with everyone on the battlefield.

However, neither Eden, Alicia...even Cosmo, who almost obeyed her, didn't agree.

Chapter 26 Aponia: Being a Grandma and a Mother

Whether in Japanese comics or American superheroes.

Even middle school students who are twelve or thirteen years old like Gracie, as long as they have power, they will save the world.

As Peter's uncle said to Spider-Man - with great power comes great responsibility.

But in the collapsed world, the situation is different.

Most people have the same idea as this uncle driver.

The disaster caused by Honkai is too huge. After so many years, it has been tacitly accepted that this is not something that manpower can take the initiative to fight, and can only bear it silently.

Human beings have almost implemented herd immunity therapy now, and are in a state of coexistence with Honkai.

Like some viruses.

Despite knowing that infection is risky and can kill people.

But society is still at a normal functioning level.

As long as the social order does not collapse, civilization can still be called civilization, and there is still hope for everything.

When they got to the place, the driver strode hard to not charge Gracie's money.

Gracie didn't say much.

She has experience with this kind of thing.

Everyone seems to dislike taking money from her, but she is actually a rich second generation, and she has no intention of taking advantage of others.

And she has already received other people's concern.

For Gracie, this warm color is much more important than a cold coin.

She did not refuse the driver's kindness.

This is the truth she has newly realized these days.

That is, when others care about her, she will feel warm, but those who give to her will also get an indescribable satisfaction at that time.

In layman's terms, that is - to help others.

She rejected other people's kindness, that is to let the other party lose a chance to be happy.

This is completely different from eating and drinking for free, taking advantage of others, or begging.

Gracie is also willing to pass on this color.

"Thank you uncle."

Gracie waved goodbye.

It can be clearly seen that the driver's mood has become much happier.

Of course, when he went home to clean the car, he would find that Gracie had secretly stuffed a banknote under the seat cushion before getting out of the car.

"Mother Alponia, I'm back!"

Familiar buildings, familiar passages.