100 Things You Must Do in the West

Jack and Adrian walked side by side on the edge of Sendell Town. On the right hand side were scattered miners’ sheds under the hill—there were no famous mine veins near Sendell Town—and on the left was the vast wilderness. Chirping, not like a falcon, nor a vulture.

Breaking the silence requires starting with a more silent topic.

Sergeant Jack asked: "Are you used to it in the town?"

Adriere replied very cooperatively: "Father Enochsen treats me like a family member..."

Sheriff Jack raised an eyebrow: that sounds really unloving Northam.If it's Father Enochson in Sendle, first he blesses you, second he prays for you, then he smiles at you - every two hours of prayer requires only an expression of love to the Father and a donation of "a little" Oh property.

Sergeant Jack shuddered for no reason, and Father Enoch's "loving and gentle" smile appeared in front of his eyes again, and he whispered, "That's great." It was the first time that Sergeant Jack felt indirectly that the priest in Sendel Town The Father's loving care for the people, although it is for an outsider.Still a little boy.

Jack snorted coldly, his steps took a little longer, and he and Adriel no longer walked side by side.

Adrian turned a blind eye and asked eagerly: "Sheriff Jack, do you like the apples I sent?"

Jack asked funnyly: "Is that your apple?" He stopped walking.

Adrian withdrew his hand that was about to grab the hem of Jack's clothes: "Don't you like it?"

Sheriff Jack simply can't stand Adrian's coy behavior.

Adrian said suddenly: "Can I stay?"

Sergeant Jack stopped, and Adrian was a step away from him, and he looked at him.

Jack took out a roll of tobacco from his pocket, took out a match to light the roll, and threw the charred matchstick to his feet, crushing the soles of his riding boots.He took a deep breath, and the smoke from the corner of his mouth outlined his smile. Jack looked at Adrian, and couldn't help lowering his head to hide his widened smile: this guy's face became whiter in the sun, not like a man.

"What didn't you remember?"

Adrian took a small step cautiously, and said softly, "No..."

Jack lowered his head slightly and brought his ears closer, and shouted loudly, "What did you say?"

Adrian raised his voice and said, "No."

Sergeant Jack didn't seem surprised. He shook the cigarette ash and said casually: "You can't remember if you were robbed by robbers; your family, friends, nothing."

Adrian's face was like a candle with a lampshade on his face, and he said, "Does Sheriff Jack have any clues?"

The sheriff was taken aback, and asked jokingly, "Do you like Madame Butterfly?"

Adrian seemed to be unable to understand English, reacted for a while, his face was slightly pale, and said: "She takes care of me like a sister."

Sheriff Jack said, "You feel like you have a sister?"

Adrian hesitated and said, "Maybe... yes, but only once? If she was taken away by robbers, I can hardly imagine what kind of persecution she will suffer."

Sergeant Jack bit one end of the tobacco roll, patted the ashes on his hands, and said vaguely, "Sorry."

Adrian took another small step, and his chest was almost pressed against Jack's arm. Adrian asked, "Will Sergeant Jack be my family?"

Jack was suddenly choked by the smoke that rushed into the trachea, bent down and coughed violently, and raised his hand to refuse Adrian's help.

After he coughed out the non-existent foreign body in the trachea, he spit on the ground, wiped the saliva from his mouth with gloves, and scratched his eyes at Adrian next to him: Maybe he should bring this guy to Dr. Edward Brain, oh, Dr. Edward is not in charge of looking at the brain, and he himself is not very good-damn, what did he just say: want to be your own family?

Sergeant Jack couldn't help wondering whether "Adrian" was really stupid because he hit his head, or he wanted to get close to him too hard.

Adrian looked into Jack's eyes when Sergeant Jack was silent, like seeing an ignorant child in the wild west on the train for the first time.

I'm afraid I'm not a fool.Jack caught his gaze out of the corner of his eye: it's no wonder that Father Enoch took care of him so much, except for such an amnesiac and "stupid" little boy, he was also unwilling to cooperate with Father Enoch's way of being a heavenly father.The West is where the "Gods" come to have fun.

Jack took a long puff of smoke, Adrian looked at his hazy and soft face in the smoke with thin sunlight, and waited quietly.

"Then do you think that you were robbed by robbers and they killed your family?"

Adrian shook his head slightly, smiled and said, "I don't know, Sheriff, but I can feel..."

"Do you think they'll believe you?"

Adrian looked sideways and asked, "Don't they believe you, Sheriff?"

Sergeant Jack looked sideways, and slowly snorted: "Alcohol and joy paralyze people's nerves."

Adrian asked, "Is Jack unhappy?"

Sergeant Jack waved away the smoke impatiently and said, "Are you so fond of asking 'why'?"

Did Father Innocent ignore him?Jack thought: at least Father Enoch would be a qualified answerer.He himself was always impatient.

Adrian shrugged and said, "Because I don't know anything, but you saved me, Sheriff, and helped me settle in Sendel Town..."

No, he never helped Adrian, nor did he want to.Jack thought, but just smoked in silence.

Adrian took out another apple from his satchel, handed it to Sergeant Jack, and said, "Thank you."

Sergeant Jack glanced at the slightly dehydrated and shriveled apple, and his subtle intuition warned him.

"I remember your first words to me - smells like rotten apples?"

Adrian withdrew his hand, leaned forward and sniffed, Jack took a step back subconsciously, Adrian said with a mischievous smile in his eyes, "The smell of butanol."

ha?What?Sergeant Jack was at a loss, but he had a vague sense of vigilance.

"Sheriff Jack, I believe you." Adrian spat out an incoherent sentence, "'Even if you suspect that the stars are fire/Even if you suspect that the sun does not move', can you trust me? I did lose my memory, But my senses tell me the sorrows of the stars, they hang down to mourn my misfortune, and the winds of the wasteland tell me what I have lost, my family and my past, trampled under the gray horses' shoes, and the sand blows their blood, gray The horse took all traces of..."

Sergeant Jack pretended to be slightly interested in Adrian's words - in fact he didn't understand, but he would not admit it.

"You are very talented as a clergyman." Sergeant Jack interrupted Adrian when he saw Adrian's constant expression, and said dryly, "Your accent has improved a lot now."

Adrian smiled and said, "Thanks to Father Enochson, he has been persuasive in the past week..." He stuffed the apple into Sheriff Jack's hand, and took out a tattered little book from his satchel, which read Hamlet, "He taught me Shakespeare."

Sergeant Jack had heard that there was indeed a corner for books in the church, but he didn't expect that someone would actually pick them up.He couldn't help laughing and murmured: "No wonder Father Enossen likes you so much. However, I'm not interested in this, uh, Shashapeia." A "newspaper clipping" strung together with lines: all black and white pen drawings of women with half-exposed breasts and thighs.

Sergeant Jack laughed when he saw Adrian's ears turning red unnaturally: "You should see this!"

"No, thank you." Adrian covered his ears.

"Want to have a drink at Maria's Tavern?" Sergeant Jack put away his collection, and pushed Adrian with his elbow. The latter hesitated for a moment and then shook his head: "Father Enochson doesn't want me to drink."

Sergeant Jack muttered and asked, "Then shall I treat you to a big meal?"

Adrian shook his head, his blue eyes flashed a little tentatively: "Jack, look at the sun—"

Jack turned his head in doubt, and the hot sun hovering in the sky stared at him like a god. He felt a gust of wind scratch his face, and the hot and humid breath spread to his nostrils.

Jack turned his head sharply to stare at Adrian, who had a genuine smile on his unnaturally white face, blue eyes that reflected his own annoyance.When he turned his head, he pulled out the gun, but he just stared at Adrian scorchingly, with unknown meaning, mixed with disgust, repulsion, killing intent and hesitation.

The hoarse taunting of vultures in the distance reached his ears, but he didn't pull down the safety.He really spat at his feet, ran over, realized that the other hand was holding the apple he gave him, threw it away in disgust, turned and walked away without saying a word, the spurs rattled muffled, and Or just his emotional delusion.

Watching the sheriff leave, Adrian kept smiling, picked up the discarded apple, bowed his head and whispered:

"'How beautiful is the human race! Ah! Brave New World, with such people in it!' Sugar-coated rotten apples."

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