After visiting Grande's new living quarters, Mr. Ford sat directly on the back porch, and Zach had to carry his briefcase downstairs. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You don't look good. Zach held a cup of tea in his hand and handed it over hot~

"Hmph, can you do it. Ford's eyes were a little glazed, "My dream has been stolen." "It's sloppy, but the direction is clear—Grande's living quarters," No. "And self-correcting," I handed it over to someone else. My, dreams. ”

Recalling all the plots where Ford appears in this story, it's not much, it's easy, everyone should understand this sentence, don't explain it.

Zach smiled slightly, opened his mouth, and countless words that could be said in this situation were screened and eliminated by our vampires, and finally became, "Thank you, we, Grande, need to thank you." ”

Ford's gaze retracted in a shaking, and he glared at Zach as he took the briefcase, "So don't let me down!"

The theme changed extremely quickly, and Zach was about to say something when he was stuffed with an empty cup in his hand, "Three funerals." The information he took out was also handed to Zack, "I have already seen the price of the coffin and cemetery in the funeral industry that Alan obtained, so I don't embarrass you." "I was originally going to be cremated, but now the time is not right, and the relatives are unwilling to wait, and the price is very low." I've already discussed it with my relatives, everything is fine, the church doesn't need it, they just need to ...... people," Ford pouted again, "just dispose of it." ”

Well, how to say it, there are still such people, too practical. The deceased is the deceased, and the living, to say that it sounds good, are busy looking forward, and to say that it is unpleasant, it is ...... There is no ugly way to say it, in short, it is hoped that the last trouble left by the deceased in this world will be solved as soon as possible with the least amount of energy and money. As you know, corpses can't be thrown in the trash.

Zach was going to flip through the papers, but he didn't feel the need to turn them over, "Okay, no other requirements?"

"As soon as possible. Ford shrugged his shoulders, "The only request." Oh yes, preferably during non-working hours. ”

"It's convenient. Zach shrugged his shoulders as well, "Send it today, and you can bury it all in the evening." ”

The corners of Ford's eyes twitched, and he looked at Zach with a smile on his face, "Do you want to make me feel better?" ”

"Yes~" Zach didn't deny it.

Ford twitched the corner of his eye, and he was in a really good mood, but he was still like that, "Halfway through!

Halfway is talking about Zach. Accident, no, Zach just came halfway, didn't he? Don't be surprised. The owner of the Grande funeral home? This is just an identity, everything about the owner of the funeral home, everything that Zach knows, who taught it? Don't let your brain get caught in the door, think that the old Grande who came to the South Side to enjoy retirement with old Hank, waited for death by the way, and had two more sons by the way, is this peer, Ford. Okay, to be fair, old Hank taught about a quarter, like burying people in North Park, and the rest, Ford taught.

I still remember the first time Grande received a real 'big' funeral, Mr. Quinn, who to turn to for help.

So go back and see Zach's thanks, that's not polite, it's true.

"A funeral is a funeral! Our job! An obituary must be issued! Relatives must be confirmed! The process that should be done is the same! This is our job!" Ford's smiling eyes and mouth foaming at the mouth were really a little awkward, "Hmph, you can bury it at night! No help, the funeral industry I have dedicated my life, my dream, will be ruined in your hands!"

Zach smiled and patted Ford, who was obviously cramping under such awkwardness, believing that Ford's mood had been, "Then when will these relatives come back?"

Ford rubbed his face, "In the afternoon, I've already said hello, just drag three pairs of Hank's ready-made coffins, it should just come and see at a glance, and the cemetery is too, there won't be any requirements." The relatives also agreed that they could do the burial ceremony together, so let's get it at noon tomorrow. Glancing at Zach without joking, "I'm still going to have to get a priest." ”

"Father. Zach nodded, "Eric, remember." ”

"Uh, Eric Eric?" Ford raised an eyebrow, "The son we worked with last time?"

"Yes, just him. Zach shook his head, "You won't believe it, at his father's funeral, this Eric met the priest of the Church of the Holy Son, Father Constantine." Zach seemed to be saying a gossip, "Now Father Constantine, well, is on a business trip, and Eric is the new priest of the Church of the Holy Son. ”

"Uh......" Ford opened his mouth, not knowing how to say it.

"I know. Zach shook his head, looking empathetic, "Makes you doubt that faith is right, as if anyone can be a priest." ”

"I'm not religious. Ford pouted, rolling his eyes inconspicuously, "It doesn't matter, that guy can get the job done." After speaking, he patted his leg and stood up, looking very relaxed, "Okay, it's okay, I have nothing to talk to you about." In a bored tone, obviously deliberately, "The information is in your hands, and the transfer will be sent to you after the funeral, and you will leave." ”

I really didn't bother to go back, and before getting into the car, I took one last look at Grande's living quarters by the door, shook my head, and got into the car.

Everything was smooth in the start and turn, except that he was stopped when he was out of the backyard - Madison's car was thrown in the dust and drifted into the Grande under Ford's knee-jerk curse.

Zach simply didn't go upstairs, and handed over the materials in his hand to Louise, who was in a daze behind the counter in the exhibition hall anyway, and watched as Madison jumped down and went straight to himself without even stopping the car in the harsh friction sound.

As soon as he stepped onto the back porch, Madison calmed down inexplicably, slowly exhaling while tidying up his appearance.

Zack, tilting his head, watched Madison's actions without expressing an opinion, and patted the seat next to him. What's the hurry, Madison himself will speak.

"I'm going to die. ”

Zack's head tilted in a different direction, but he didn't expect Madison to say this.

Still didn't speak immediately, but raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his hand and pinched the brim of Madison's hat, and lifted it up a little. Naked. Put it back.

"Are you sick, Madison?"

Zack played a military doctor for a while, remember, although if the vampire really wanted to save those poor soldiers only needed a little blood, but Zack was very attentive, and there was often this kind of thing that had to shave the soldier's hair before surgery. So Zack's question is Zach's reasonable interpretation of Maddison's behavior.

Interpretation is interpretation, Zach still dialed Madison's chin, pressed his fingers on the side of Madison's neck, raised his eyebrows, and replied to himself, "No, Madison, you're not sick." ”

"I'm not sick. Madison took Zack's hand away, "But I'm going to die." "It was calm when he spoke.

If it weren't for Grande's backyard, the smoke from Madison's car hadn't yet fallen, and Zach would have believed in the calm, and pursed his lips, "Say, Madison, what are you nervous about." ”

"I'm not nervous, I'm stating. Madison said affirmatively, "I'm going to die, Zach, I'm telling you, I'm going to die." ”

"Okay. "Zach made a ...... Thinking about the terrible thing—he rolled up his sleeve and handed his white arm to Madison, "I don't care anymore, what about you?"

Anyone is thinking about the fear of things, please combine the orthodox Toredo bloodline, Eli Toredo, Charlie, and you can also bring Ian, the General, and it is better to bring Leo about the flaws of the immortal vampire bloodline......

Madison didn't think, but looked at Zach's outstretched arm and swallowed. Then, holding down Zack's sleeve, pulling the cuff back, putting Zack's arm back in front of Zach in an almost cautious gesture, and taking a large deep breath, "West is going to write me." ”

Zach straightened his cuffs, looked sideways at Madison, and didn't respond immediately, but blinked, "And then?"

"And then!" Maddison's calm shattered, "You forgot what she wrote about Wales?!she wrote Wales to death!Dead for what?!Because his cat was sick!She didn't have time to keep making up stories!So she just wrote the main character to death!!"

Zach naturally remembered the writing class he was auditing, and shrugged his shoulders, "Relax Madison, that's her fiction, you're real, you're his friend, she won't, well, just write you to death." ”

"Are you comforting me?

Zach continued to shrug his shoulders, "What do you expect me to say?" Zach was surprised, well, to Madison's death, "You're the guy who took the writing class, you know your teacher, well, Mr. Morris, right, like to emphasize the explosion of conflict and dramatize it, don't you?" Zach shrugged his shoulders still, "There's no guarantee that Mr. Morris's favorite student won't be dramatized on her friend, can he?" ”

Maddison glared at Zach as if he was seeing Zach for the first time, "You, who are you??"

"Your unscrupulous boss, a vampire mixed with humans. Zach was still shrugging, not because he didn't have anything else to do, but because he was expressing something, hehe, "Aren't these the two core elements of your character that make me the most important, you know best." "yes, for a guy who suddenly ran up to Zach and said that he was going to be written by someone else, Madison seemed to forget that he was writing Zack.

Madison was silent for two seconds, just two seconds, "Can this be the same?!I could write about your death countless times, and you'll still be here!!But West wrote about my death once, and I just, I ......" Madison's hand was straining in the air, probably hitting the air.

Zach was very focused and raised an eyebrow, "So, you wrote about my death? countless times?"

Instinctively, "Uh-no, I'm just analogy......" and then reacted to the uga and get more agitated, "I'm not talking about you right now, I'm talking about myself, my life!!my ......"

"Then talk to West. Zach interrupted, "Let her stop writing you to death, what are you excited about." "Zach is really calm.

"I said it!" Madison was quick to respond, "but I, I ......"

"You don't trust your friend?" asked in a raised end, and Zach began to shrug his shoulders again, this time probably without other appropriate movements.

"It's not a matter of believing it or not! It's, it's ......," Maddison said, his face tangled. Think about it from Madison's point of view, 'Hey, are you writing about me?, by the way, don't write me to death~I'm really going to die~', you can't say anything, right?

"Suddenly, why did West suddenly want to write about you?" Zach looked at Madison obliquely, and asked a somewhat accomplished question.

"How do I know...... "What seemed to be a positive response, but halfway through the sentence, Madison's face turned gloomy, "Maurice! tsk! this damn Maurice ......"

"Teacher. Zach actually reminded Madison at such a time that "a little respectful." ”

"You don't know!!" Madison seemed to be ignited again, "Originally, West wrote some love stories, and it was well written! That Morris introduced West to join some anonymous sharing group! A bunch of stupid people who doubted life got together and said something......"

As Zach raised his eyebrows with a hint of curiosity and was about to listen to the details, Madison was stuck again, mouth open, throat shaking.

Sem, I know, abrupt fellow, walked down the back porch, "I'll help Louise." ”

Zach nodded, looking back at Madison, "Go on." ”

Madison shut his mouth and told Zach with a full-body tension that he was not going on. Well, well, as far as the facts are concerned, Madison can't continue, can he? His imminent escape left him with no participation in the anonymous sharing at all.

Zach shook his head and comforted Maddison seriously, "Take it easy, isn't Wales really dead." After all, a story is just a story, the end is the end, and the reality continues. Zach raised his hand, yes, the hand that had just rolled up its cuffs and reached for Madison, "And you still have this, as you complained, I'm here." ”

Maddison's gaze was probably drawn to Zack's shaking hand, and he swallowed again and fell silent.

Zach looked at Madison's hat again, "You really chose a 'good' time to change your hairstyle, you know, although your ability is useless, but at this time, it should be a bit of a warning." Zach raised an eyebrow, "Speaking of which, why did you shave your head?" James came running early in the morning to tell you about your hair...... "Zach didn't even ask the concerned question, 'What happened to you yesterday?'.

Madison stood up, "Is Ford here to give you the funeral business that has been accumulated during this time?"

"Yes. Zach tilted his head, and didn't want to say it, then forget it, I don't know, so as not to be tempted to irritate James, "Does the mill have a business?" ”

"Yes. Madison actually turned around and walked to the car in the backyard, "Hmph, in my work report, haven't you had time to read it?" ”

"Hehe, yes, isn't James here, hehe, I haven't had time to see it yet~" Zach is so steady.

"Look, call me. Madison gave Zach a blank look and got into the car.

Therefore, the visitors to Grande so far today have all come to find comfort, and Zach thoughtfully sent out to comfort them, and they left without saying a word. Uh, don't say that Zach didn't comfort James, Zach gave him a goal to play his 'James', didn't he?

Just after seeing Madison leave, Sam came out, "I know about the anonymous sharing group. Still abrupt, but listening to him, "Yesterday, when I went to find that Kyle's classmate Vincent, as you said, his uncle went to him and said that he would take him to an event in the evening to see what it was like to be a person who was really crushed by life. ”

After hearing this, Zach blinked at a loss of knowing how to react, "Okay, sounds boring, thanks for telling me this." "I don't know what the use of this kind of information is.

"No thanks~" Sam left a sentence, and turned back to the exhibition hall to help Louise. (To be continued.) )