"Are you sure you are an old man with gray hair, wearing a black formal attire and holding a red-brown cane?"

After explaining the purpose of the visit, Donald was a little overwhelmed by the answer given by the gravekeeper.

According to the other party's description, it was Cannon Antoine who worshiped the Grants before him?

This... doesn't make sense.

Sitting next to the tombstone, Donald pondered the possibility that if Cannon Antoine knew the Grants, there would be no reason not to know himself.

The two sides have seen each other twice so far, not just a quick glance, but a communication, especially when they were in a bookstore for the first time, they spent nearly half an hour together.

Can you remember the Grants' death day and not remember their children?

However, it was that Kann Antoine did not show any familiarity during the two meetings. So based on his understanding of Grant and his wife, it means that the old man does not want to recognize Donald Grant.

It is not feasible to ask directly, it is too abrupt. If the other party wants to indicate his identity during two encounters, he can do it at any time.

Donald was also hesitant and came to the door with no brains. Not only did he not get the reply he wanted, but he would also cause trouble.

The bookstore that Karn Antoine said before had new tea, which was originally considered polite, but now it seems that it must be a taste of it...

Since you can't ask directly, it's always OK to test it?

After leaving Schotts Cemetery, Donald headed straight to the corner bookstore on Iris Street.

The door is open and open hours.

"Mr. Antoine, I'm here to drink tea, haven't I finished the tea?"

The father and son of the bookstore were tidying up the bookshelf. Donald entered the door and called out Mr. Antoine, causing both of them to stop.

"Of course not. My son Charles Antoine, just call us directly from now on. You can't tell who is who. You can sit next to you for a while. I'll make tea, Charles, you're watching outside."

After the former finished speaking, he put down the work at hand and entered the inner room. Charles and Donald nodded to each other, saying hello.

Donald walked towards the window closest to him, ready to wait for tea there.

"Mr. Grant, it's cloudy outside and the lighting of the windows is not good. Why not try to sit inside? My father specially purchased the desk lamp from the lamp market. No one has appreciated it, but it has been depressed for a long time."

Charles' voice came from behind the bookshelf. Donald, who had just arrived at the table, was about to sit down, but his movement stopped.

It's around 1:00 p.m. Although it's cloudy, the light doesn't make you unable to see the text on the book clearly. Before that, Donald would have sat down directly. Just thinking about his purpose today and understanding this sentence, he turned around obediently and went directly to the last table against the wall in the store.

"Mr. Charles, how long have you and Mr. Karn opened the store here?"

I picked up a comment on the current affairs on the bookshelf next to me, with a black and white photo on the cover, and a man with a mustache standing in front of a four-wheeler.

Below is a bold black text: The progress of the times, the new means of transportation!

"About two years, the bookstore was not here before, but it moved two years ago because of some things."

Charles still only heard the sounds but did not see the person.

"Two years...how's the business?"

I casually flipped through the magazine in my hand and picked up the pictures to read, as if I was commenting on the content of the new era of technology.

"As you can see, the business is not going well, otherwise I wouldn't have read the Economic News every day, thinking about investing, how good would it be to lie in the store all day to collect money?"

The relocation of the bookstore obviously did not bring business to them.

"The tea is ready, produced from the Nimitz Plateau, try it."

There are two tea cups with colorful patterns on the porcelain plate, and the heat is steaming.

"Don't you mind if I sit here?"

Put one cup in front of Donald, and the other cup was held by himself and sat on the other side of the table.

"Please feel free."

My fingers were around the cup ears, and the tea water was clear, and the tea leaves were rising and falling in the hot water, wafting out a fragrance. But Donald was thinking about how to speak, but he was not on this cup of tea.

How to open up the topic?

Flipped the magazine to hide his thoughts, Donald didn't want to show too much emotion.

"Donald, that's my name, is that OK?"

Unexpectedly, Kann raised the topic first.

"certainly."

I felt relieved. If the stalemate continues like this, the atmosphere will become very strange.

"What's wrong with your life recently? You seem to be feeling a little depressed."

The other party took the initiative to bring the topic to Donald. Is this cooperation?

"There is a little bit of a situation, a little beyond my expectations... I went to see my parents today and thought of many things. In recent years, my luck has been so slumped. Not only did my parents have an accident, I became an orphan for no reason, but the surrounding environment is not so friendly to me..."

He stopped talking in time, and Donald did not continue to say it, it depends on the other party's attitude.

"There is no simple statement for adults' lives. There are always troubles, so I grit my teeth and take them over."

He picked up the teacup, blew away the heat, and took a sip. He seemed to have not much intention of exploring the difficulties Donald said.

Either they really don’t know, or they just made up their minds and refused to say anything.

OK.

Donald had no hope of an old man suddenly appearing as his backer.

"Hey, my troubles can't be overcome by gritting my teeth."

At this time, Donald relaxed a little, took a sip of tea, leaned back on the back of the chair, and said with a wry smile.

The taste of the tea was surprisingly good, which made Donald's originally frowning looser, and his emotions began to rise.

"It's delicious, tea produced in the Nimitz Plateau? I have to buy a few packs."

"I didn't lie to you. My tea has a very good effect. It can refresh my mind. If you are tired and sleepy, you can have a cup, but you can't drink too much. One cup a day is also good for your body. You are the first to taste it, so I'll give you 5 packs, which is a small gift."

Kann took out a small bag of packed tea from behind like a magic trick and put it on the table. It seemed that he was ready.

"this......"

The eyes wandered between tea and Kann.

"Take it and give it to you. Remember to drink a cup every day and drink a few sips when you are tired of reading the book. It will be beneficial."

After Kann said that, he pushed the tea bag forward and started sipping tea on his own.

Donald accepted the gift and left the Corner Bookstore at 2 p.m.

"Can he drink?"

Charles finished his cleaning and sat in his position before Donald.

"Why not, this is tea, what's the reason to store it? What's more, that's really good for him."

Kann pinched the cup with his fingers, and the tea was hot, but he had no intention of letting go.

Dingling ~
Chapter completed!