Light and Darkness by Pitt Michael (free e reader txt) 📖

forgot how your parents died? And who made us suffer from hunger and frost in this place? What? You..." The old man could not catch his breath, only to frighten the girl's face to white, and quickly helped the old man, but the tears kept flowing down.

　　 The old man calmed down a little, shook her hand fiercely, walked into the house, and fell heavily on the door.

　　 The girl cried, "But grandpa, your illness can't be delayed anymore!!! And, Mr. Et is a good person..." The girl's voice is getting lower and lower, but in the end it is choking.

　　 The girl sat sobbing weakly on the ground, and a white silk handkerchief was brought to her eyes. Isabella took it over and wiped her tears, suddenly realizing that this is a luxury she can't afford, but now it's dirty, but how is it good?

　　 She raised her head in a panic and saw a gentle fat face, the smile was so warm, as if even the ice and snow could be melted.

 

Out of the mountain

Isabella jumped up in panic and said, "I'm sorry, but it's dirty your stuff. I didn't mean it."
　　 Rogge’s smile is warm and springy: “It’s okay, I’ll give it to you. If you haven’t been with you for more than a month, Aite will suffer much more.”

　　 The girl's face surprise: "You, do you know Mr. Ett?"

　　 "Yeah, not only do we know, we are the best friends." The fat man paused and looked around the courtyard. Every detail was never overlooked. Although the courtyard is simple, it is elegantly and naturally furnished, and even the vulgar objects such as Rogge feel calm for a while. Roger said softly to the girl: "Can I see your grandpa?"

　　 The girl was a little hesitant and whispered: "Grandpa...I'm getting angry now."

　　Roger said: "It doesn't matter, I just want to see his old man. It's Et, but let's go and take a look first, get familiar with the environment and work."

　　 "But what about grandpa?"

　　 "Well, I will help you explain to him, rest assured! Ah, yes, your grandfather's illness needs any medicine, you can say Et. The medicine money is even your bonus."

　　 "However, those medicines are so expensive!"

　　 "So, you have to do it well!" The fat man laughed wolf-tailedly.

　　 "I will definitely!" The girl nodded vigorously, then walked happily.

　　Roger saw that the sun was a little west, and the old man was still sitting in the house with anger, so he laughed, kicked the door open, and got into the room.

The old man's thunderous voice immediately sounded: "Who are you! Won't you even come knocking on the door?! Ah, it turned out to be an aristocrat. I don't welcome you in the country yard of this little old man! I cannot afford shoes!"

　　 Roger looked at the room with a hip smile. The room was very small, and a bed and a bed, a table, and two chairs were packed. There is another small door that looks like a kitchen. The fat man pulled a chair and sat across from the old man. He also picked up the teapot in front of the old man, poured himself a cup of tea, and tasted it.

　　The old man's face changed from red to purple. If Roger wasn't a noble, he would have thrown him out with something.

　　 The fat man narrowed his eyes, looked at the feet from the head to the old man, and then looked at the head from the feet. Even the pervert looked at the stripped lamb, and did not do so carefully. All of a sudden, the room was surprisingly quiet, and only the old man's bellows were heard.

　　 "Master Fog Master!" The fat man listened to the old man's ear with a soft sound, but it was like a thunder. He jumped up and the teapot was dropped.

　　 Rog snorted, like an invisible hand in the air, the teapot lightly rolled over in the air and returned to the table.

　　 There was another moment of silence in the room.

　　 "What are you afraid of?" said the fat man with some irony.

　　 The old man sat down heavily and seemed to be several years old. "Fog Fantasy, Fog Fantasy. Alas, no one has mentioned this name for more than ten years. Master Fog Fantasy has long been dead. You nobles have forced the Fog Fantasy to die, even if he is still alive, he will never be The nobility will do your part. If you have nothing else to do, please come back. The old man is old and has few days to live. In the end, he just hopes to be quiet."

　　 "Well, this old man is so abominable that he blocked all the roads first." Roger thought angrily, "I'm not going to make you happy!"

　　 The fat man rolled his eyes and picked up the small teapot and observed it. After a while, he shook his head. "Ah, anything like fog and mist is just a name for nothing. Just looking at this teapot, you will know more than ten years of market life, and your misty eyes have long been coated with sewage sludge. It seems that I have come in vain, but it is better to go to the Principality Painting Garden and find some artistic authorities to help."

　　The old man was furious and shouted: "You vulgar boy knows what taste is! The teapot will be put down for me! Don't blame the old man for knocking you out!"

　　 Such a ruthless word, Rogge did not believe it. The accusations of nobility in Europe are large and small, and Rogge does not break this point. The fat man rolled his eyes, looked at the sky, and snorted dismissively, saying: "I just don't understand anything, and I know this art word, and I'm particular about craftsmanship and skillful craftsmanship. Art everyone, don't create in a beautiful environment with a quiet environment, don't you? Can you find inspiration in this place full of sewage and smelly smells? What are some sculptures painted?

The old man shivered with anger and said, "One of the arts, seeks nature and speaks about the charm of the gods! Every time this knife goes, don't follow the nature, fit the heaven and earth, no more points, no less than a cent, just right. It’s a god. It’s natural that everything is in the world. There is also a university in this sewage. Children crying can also enlighten the soul. Are you nobles who only know gold and pearls know?!”

　　 "Oh?" Roger came in amusement and said humbly: "This has never been heard before, and I still have to ask."

In the anger of the old man, he only asked him to persuade him to persevere and let him know that the word art is broad and profound. Among them, there is no place in the world. Those authoritative art authorities are only cheating Rogge. In this kind of preaching, the old man talked eloquently, pointing his hands and feet until the sky was dark, and he was still exhausted. I didn't know how to drink a few pots of tea to moisturize my throat.

　　 The sound of the door opening came, followed by Isabella's sweet voice: "Grandpa! I'm back." The two of them were awake and calmed down. The old man is still unhappy, Roger is willing to suffer.

　　The fat man stood up and said goodbye again. He grunted again and whispered, "I haven't understood much after you have spoken for so long. If you are really profound and profound, how can you not tell me? You know it, but you cannot preach and teach, this master Two words, hum, hum." The old man was very angry, just wanting theory, but Rogge went away.

　　 Early the next morning, the fat man appeared in the misty courtyard again, and was meeting Isabella's eyes with red eyes. Roger immediately asked, "What happened? Ett bullied you?"

　　 The girl's tears almost fell again, and gently said: "Grandpa said he wouldn't take medicine, said he would rather die than the nobles. He also scolded me fiercely. Woo."

　　The fat man was also furious and said, "Although you go to work, this old man... old... old gentleman owns me to deal with it!" The girl went out.

　　This time to deal with the illusion, the nobles have spent a lot of effort. Franco has the highest artistic talent, but he was first washed down. The reason is that his art taste is no matter how high it is, but it is not too high. This old man is weird, can he still be in his eyes? As for Lens, Ett firmly opposes it, and of course, the five big and three thick Ett are not suitable to come forward. When the old man saw that the nobleman beat his granddaughter, he didn't chop him to eat? Only Kate and Rogge looked like good people, and only Rogge was able to adapt at random, to be eloquent, to be eloquent and unconventional.

　　 wants to use rogue means to deal with the weird old man, it should be the right way.

　　Like yesterday, Roger kicked the door and entered the house. The old man was about to yell at him, and when he saw him, his spirit was up, and he had to preach again. Unexpectedly, Rogge took the lead: "I originally respected you a few years old and lived alive. I didn't expect to have the same temper as a child! Isabella worked hard and made money to buy medicine. What's wrong? You poured the medicine. Oh, it’s so prestige, why do you only use it for little girls?"

　　 "Huh, what do you know, I would rather die than touch the dirty things of those nobles!"

　　Rog snorted: "I want to ask, why is the noble's stuff dirty, and where is it dirty?"

　　 "These nobles, there is not a good thing, even you! I think that year..." This memory of the past, I can never close the gate. One old and one can't stop fighting, and in a flash another day passed.

　　 Day after day, Roger came here to report on time every morning, to fight with Wuwu. The small courtyard is no longer quiet in the past, the two yell and sometimes fight each other. Fog Fantasy had long forgotten to ask Roger why he came here every day to quarrel. Afterwards, the fat man left every day and was a little bit reluctant. Tossing and turning in the night, just thinking about how to refute the boy's persuasion tomorrow, he also calculated his bad breath for many years. Roger quarreled during the day and was not idle at night. Anyway, he was mentally powerful, and he just wanted to meditate for a moment, so he was full of energy. It is hard to read from night to night, from ancient times to the present, from the south to the south, from the gods and deities to the hundreds of schools, all-inclusive, all-reading. I hope to let the old man understand as soon as possible. After not knowing the world for more than ten years, he is just a frog at the bottom of the well.

　　 As for the neighbors, they