69novels Chapter 11
Chapter 11
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Thinking of this, the boy quickly ran downstairs, and without thinking about it, he called the housing agency and a series of departments related to this house.
The final answer was that the house still belonged to the Pace family.
This is too incredible. —Who was so kind to help him decorate the room?
Edmund couldn't figure it out. ——He is an orphan from an orphanage, and his adoptive parents have no close relatives. Who would do such a thing?
In the end, the boy chose to ask the neighbors.But he didn't hold out much hope. ——This is Alaska, which is sparsely populated. There is a long distance between him and the nearest neighbor. In addition, the winter here is relatively long, and it snows most of the time. The snowflakes are at least as big as his fingernails so big.This way, there is less chance of being seen entering or leaving the room.
In the evening, Edmund returned home. —he asked his neighbors, the town patrol, even the truck rental company, but still got no information.
The well-meaning man seemed determined not to be found by the boy.So after a fruitless investigation, Edmund simply gave up.
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Edmund walked around his new home curiously for a long time, and it wasn't until his stomach started growling that he realized that he should have finished dinner two hours ago.
"From now on, I have to do everything by myself. In short, I have to buy something to eat first." Edmund muttered, and found a red scarf, a pair of blue gloves and A white plush hat armed himself well before stepping out of the house.
As the sun had already set, the surrounding temperature began to drop rapidly, and the half-thawed ice skates solidified again, hanging beside a string of flashing neon lights.
At this time, the blue-eyed boy was holding a green shopping basket and standing by the shelf, staring at the ketchup placed on top. ——Is it really necessary to design the shelves so high?Even if he jumped up, he couldn't get it.Do you really need help from others?
At this moment, a bottle of ketchup fell into his basket with a bang.
"Edward?" The boy's eyes widened. ——He had no idea that he would meet Edward Cullen here.
"Good evening, boy." Edward smiled at him, "What a coincidence, are you here to buy things?"
"I'm here to buy some food." Edmund shook the basket in his hand at him, "What about you?"
"Some groceries, Esme sent me.—Oh, I guess, we can talk while we walk, can't we?—I heard Carlisle say you're out of the hospital." Edward led the boys through the shelves, Help him with everything.
"Oh yes."
In fact, he would like to stay in the hospital for a while longer.
Edward laughed again, because he heard the boy's thoughts. —he'd bet it was because of Carlisle.
"You look fine."
"Thanks, Edward.—Oh, and oil, I forgot."
Edward lifted a barrel of cooking oil that looked quite clear from the shelf and put it in his basket, "This one is a bit heavy, let me carry it for you first. ——What else?"
"Thanks. Hmm—and onions and black pepper."
"I guess you're having steak tonight."
"You've always guessed right."
"How about another bowl of fruit salad?"
"There are too many things, I can't bring them back."
"It's okay, I have a car, I can take you back." Edward put a few bunches of grapes, a few grapefruits, a quarter of a cantaloupe and some red cherries into the basket.
"...How old did you get your driver's license?"
"Not so long ago." Edward casually picked out the bottles and jars printed in Spanish, and put the best salad dressing in the boy's basket, "Everyone in the family drives, of course I want to join . . . so Carlisle gave me a Volvo for my birthday."
"A car? As a gift?—great!" said the boy.
Edward blinked. —He found that the boy's mind was very special.
If it was an ordinary boy, after hearing that someone else got a car as a gift, he would feel some envy or jealousy to some extent, but Edmund's thinking made him unable to find that feeling at all. ——It seems that he himself doesn't like cars very much.
"You don't like cars?" As soon as the words came out, Edward knew he was wrong.
"Don't like cars? How come?" The boy narrowed his blue eyes, "I want to own my own sports car even in my dreams."
"What brand?"
"Chevrolet, Camaro."
"You must be a fan of Transformers."
"haha, yes!"
With Edward's help, the boy didn't take long to buy everything on the list.Then—almost in the blink of an eye, he stood at the entrance of his own house.
"Then, I'm leaving."
"Thank you for helping me with my shopping today, and be careful on the road. - Remember to say hello to your family for me."
"I'll never forget it." Edward smiled, waved his hand and drove his sports car around the corner and left.
"Hmm...I always feel like I've forgotten something.—What exactly is it?" Edmund closed the door, stood in the hallway and thought for a while with his chin in his hand, but to no avail.Then I gave up decisively and started packing up the things I bought.
5 minutes later--
"Ah... my oil!!!"
He forgot cooking oil on Edward's Volvo.