After dinner, Long Island Estate fell into a happy mood again.
The wind and snow outside have completely stopped, and the night sky is so clear that you can see the stars.
Soldier Boy is sitting on the steps of Backyard, holding a cup of freshly brewed tea bag in his hand.
He looked at the driveway that he had swept with his own hands in the yard, and the piles of neatly stacked firewood in the corner, and he felt an unprecedented sense of security in his heart.
Just when he was thinking about whether he should take the initiative to take out the kitchen garbage tomorrow morning, the back door of the villa was pushed open.
Lynn walked out wearing a coat and stood on the steps looking down at him.
"He chops firewood well and washes the dishes reasonably well."
Lynn's tone was neither salty nor bland, "Go and put on the clothes you wore in the morning. Now that you've eaten and finished your work, it's time for you to leave in the evening."
These words were like a basin of cold water with ice particles poured directly from Soldier Boy's head to his heels.
Go?
Where to go?
Should he go back to the sewer that smelled of sour fish and dead fish to fight for leftover pizza with four little tortoises, or should he roll back to Vought International in disgrace and face Stan Edgar's mocking and hypocritical smiling face?
After staying in this house for a day, I was scolded by a dog, ignored by several brats, and even sold out as a coolie.
But here there are hot meals, clean and warm clothes, and most importantly, there is a sense of security where people can completely let down their guard.
He doesn't want to leave.
He has never wanted to stay in one place so shamelessly in his life.
"I... I have nowhere to go now."
Soldier Boy coughed dryly, trying to make his voice sound less guilty.
Lynn ignored his excuse, just looked at him calmly, turned around and went back to the house.
Soldier Boy is anxious.
He knows that Lynn is the absolute leader of this family, but Lynn is a person who doesn't take soft and hard advice, so it will definitely be useless to directly beg him.
The old gangster's mind was spinning rapidly, and he decided to take a roundabout route and find a breakthrough from the little brats at home.
As long as the children ask him to stay, Lynn must take into account the family atmosphere.
He took a deep breath, opened the door and slipped into the living room.
As soon as he entered the door, before he could reach the children, Big Golden Retriever Buddy, who was lying next to the fireplace to warm himself up, opened his eyes.
Buddy yawned lazily, shook his golden hair, and looked up and down at Soldier Boy, who had a guilty conscience.
"Hey, look who this is."
Buddy's voice rang in the living room, gloating. "Isn't this our great United States hero? Why, why don't you go back to your sewers after you've eaten and drank enough? Why are you still wandering around in our living room?"
Soldier Boy glared at it, lowered his voice and cursed, "Shut up, you stupid dog, I've been working all day, why don't you just stand here and rest for a while?"
"Have a rest? I think you want to stay and eat and drink."
Buddy stood up and walked around him. The dog snorted and laughed,
"Do you think no one can see your little thoughts? You were ordered to be kicked out by Lynn just now? Now you want to come here to please these little ancestors? Save it, old man, you are like a homeless man selling miserable food on the street!"
Buddy stepped on his sore spot mercilessly. "You think you can stay by wagging your tail? You don't even know how to be a lovable dog, and you still want to be someone's father. I feel embarrassed for you."
Being scolded by a dog like this, Soldier Boy was so angry that he was livid, but he did not dare to attack at this time. He could only grit his teeth and avoid Buddy, and walked towards the center of the living room.
On the wool carpet in the living room, Reggie and Tommy were crossing their legs, rubbing the handle crazily in front of Street Fighter on the TV screen.
Soldier Boy cleared his throat, leaned over and crouched behind the two of them, pretending to be a tough elder who he thought was very kind.
"Boys, how about playing games?"
He pointed at the red man Ken on the screen and tried to get close to him, "When I was on the front line, the soldiers also liked to play this kind of fighting game. You guys are not good at pressing buttons. Remember when I destroyed a tank with my bare hands in Europe, relying on the explosive power of my muscles. How about I teach you two practical close combat moves?"
Reggie didn't even look back, he directly used a big move to take Tommy's character away, and then rolled his eyes hugely.
"Old man, can you stay out of the way? Your explosive muscle strength was rubbed against the bridge by John last night. Also, you are blocking me from watching TV."
Tommy was already bored when he lost the game, so he waved his finger to the side casually.
An invisible force of Telekinesis hit Soldier Boy's shoulder, pushing him forward several steps and almost sitting on the ground.
Reggie and Tommy were frustrated. Soldier Boy rubbed his shoulders and turned his eyes to Annie and Kevin sitting on the other side of the sofa.
Two little guys were sitting together, head to head, reading a colorful illustration of marine life.
Soldier Boy tried his best to smile, leaned over, and took out a mint candy that he just picked up in the kitchen from his pocket.
"Little guys, where are you reading?"
He handed over the mint, trying to keep his voice as soft as possible, "Would you like some candy? This is a good thing."
Kevin raised his head, looked at the candy, and then at the strong man with stubble in front of him.
He leaned closer to Annie, wrinkled his small nose, and did not hide the disgust in his eyes.
"You smell like stagnant sewer water, and your sugar must be contaminated with bacteria."
Kevin's voice was not loud, but he enunciated clearly, "And I don't eat things given by bad people."
Annie reached out his little hand in tacit understanding and blocked Kevin half of his body behind him.
There was no timidity in her big, beautiful eyes. Instead, they lit up with dazzling golden light, staring straight at Soldier Boy.
"Kevin is right, no one here likes you."
Annie's voice was clear but full of hostility, "Yesterday you beat Mr. Black Noir to vomit blood. If you don't go away, I will blind your eyes, and then let Kevin ask the gophers in the yard to bite your toes."
The two little guys seemed to be facing a villain who broke into the territory together. They hugged each other tightly and their attitudes were surprisingly consistent, not giving him any chance to get close.
Soldier Boy was blinded by the bright light on Annie's hand, and choked half to death by the words of these two brats.
He backed away repeatedly, and finally left the living room area in embarrassment.
The successive setbacks made him feel extremely aggrieved, but he did not give up yet.
He has one last trump card, which is John.
After all, I am his biological father. As long as I am more sincere and say a few soft words with this old face, maybe there will be some success.
He found John at the end of the corridor on the second floor.
The blond boy was leaning on the windowsill, holding a thick fairy tale book in his hand, reading quietly.
"John."
Soldier Boy rubbed his hands, stepped forward, and spoke in the gentlest tone in his life,
"Look, there may be a misunderstanding between us. I know what happened yesterday was my fault, and I shouldn't be so impulsive. Anyway, my blood is flowing in your body, and we are a family. Can you talk to Lynn and let me stay? I promise to be a good chopping wood from now on and listen to you in everything. I can even teach you all my combat experience."
Do you have any combat experience?
John looked away from the book.
Those Azure eyes were like a bottomless lake, looking calmly at the man in front of him who was trying to please him.
There was no anger or emotion, only indifference.
"My fighting experience was taught by Mr. Black Noir. I think it is more useful than yours."
John's voice has no ups and downs.
"Also, the blood flowing on your body means nothing to me. Lynn didn't kick you out because you chopped firewood, but that doesn't mean you can take advantage of it. If you interrupt me reading again, I will tell Lynn that you are lazy here."
After saying that, John lowered his head again, returned his attention to the book, and completely ignored him.