Han Xuan was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, and it was difficult to fall asleep. Fortunately, it was a single room, so it would not disturb others.

Lying on his side, looking out the window, there were countless stars hanging in the dark sky.

The midsummer scene in Providence was beautiful. I could have been able to enjoy this wonderful starry sky leisurely, but the boy couldn't calm down.

The sound of birds and insects made him a little irritated. Even if the air conditioner whirred, it could not calm Han Xuan's inner heat.

Because I heard the news just now, Old Hall passed away.

He left suddenly.

Some time ago, my father called and said that Old Hall had a stroke and his lower body was numb and could only walk in a wheelchair. He originally wanted to wait half a month later and go to see him on summer vacation, but unfortunately everything is late now.

Hall is a very competent neighbor.

Before Augsger sold the ranch, the two families were often in contact with each other. A few years ago, the Snow Mountain Ranch expanded and was adjacent to his Smith Ranch, and the relationship became closer.

Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. For Han Xuan, Lao Hall is a representative figure among the "near neighbors".

When he was a child, Old Hall often hugged Han Xuan intimately, but he was very resistant to this matter at that time and even pulled Hall's beard for this. Whenever he hunted and got wild game, Hall would always send some here.

Among the older generations, he was the most lively, not like he was fifty or sixty years old at all. He could drink seven or eight kinds of cocktails. Even John, who is the most famous for alcohol, was poured down by him.

Hall was a very pure man, usually like a child, and his heart was always in the land of Montana, where he was born and died, and Smith Ranch accompanied the whole life of this old rancher.

I also said at the party a few months ago that I would go on vacation with Han Xuan and the others to enjoy my old age this year, but now I am leaving quietly.

The soul returns to the arms of the Lord he believes in and will never appear again.

This made the boy feel a little uncomfortable.

I would rather believe that he is like himself and live in another time and space again.

The alarm clock at the bedside was twitching rhythmically. After walking around, Han Xuan fell asleep in the early morning. That night he dreamed of a lot of things.

It was just dawn.

Gregory was woken up by someone on the bed, his head was still confused at this moment, and he could hear a vague sound.

"I want to take leave, Principal."

"Huh? What?"

The old man spoke unconsciously, raised his hand to wipe his eyes, raised his pillow and leaned on the head of the bed, and asked again: "Please leave? Why?"

"A very familiar person has passed away. I want to go back and see him." After only slept for more than an hour, Han Xuan was a little depressed and bloodshot in his eyes. At his age, staying up late is rare. He had already put on his clothes. He thought about it for a long time and finally decided to go home.

"There are a lot of final courses and homework recently, which will delay your grades this semester." The old principal comforted him.

"It's okay, the group homework is basically done, as long as it is finally integrated, and I can talk to them on the phone and help complete it at home."

"Okay, I can tell your teacher, because you are working very hard this semester."

Gregoris noticed that he was abnormal, patted the bed and asked Han Xuan to sit down, and said softly: "There is still half a month off. The last week is the exam. There are only a few days left in class. I heard several teachers' evaluations of you in the middle of the period and did a very good job."

"Don't rush back. When I come next semester, I will ask you to take a separate exam. This will not delay your grades, but the exam will be much more difficult. Let's leave now? Do you want to send it to you?"

Turning on the desk lamp and putting on slippers, the old principal walked to the desk, poured a glass of water and handed it to the boy, and asked.

"No need to worry, thank you. I've called and asked someone to pick me up."

As soon as the noise came from a distance, Gregoris listened for a while and pointed to the sky: "Are you talking about this?"

"Yes, there is no empty space nearby to park it except the playground, so..."

"Then go quickly. As students will block my office and complain."

The old principal joked: "They are all about to be woken up, and it should be more lively to go out for a walk today."

...

In the morning, Benjamin picked up the boy and headed straight to LaGuardia Airport in New York.

There are the fastest flights to Montana, many times faster than helicopters suitable for short-range flights.

It was only more than two hours' flight, and it was only eleven o'clock when I arrived in Billings, and the stove-like sun was hanging above my head.

Near the exit, Martinez held up a card and posted a photo on it. Han Xuan saw himself at a glance, covered his face and kicked him in shame and avoided it, pretending to be unfamiliar.

"You have grown a lot taller in just a few months." Martinez said, "Is it 1.5 meters?"

Han Xuan turned his head and looked around, muttering: "It's almost the same, where are my parents and the others?"

"I went to Lao Hall's house to help. I will have a lot of things to prepare for the funeral tomorrow."

Seeing that the boy's face was not very good, Martinez changed the topic: "When you called in the morning, the boss and the others were not at home. Joanna was going to ask her boyfriend to pick you up. When I knew about it, I volunteered to come over. How about it, treat you well?"

After staring at the black man for a while, Han Xuan said lightly: "Which car did you drive?"

"...Your Jaguar xj220, it's so cool! Let's go, I'll take you for a ride!"

Following his eyes, a silver-white streamlined sports car parked outside, and Han Xuan's eyes twitched: "I know!"

He fastened his seat belt as soon as he got on the bus, and the average speed was 110 miles all the way. He drove west for nearly three hours. The snow-capped mountains in Flathead appeared in Han Xuan's sight. He was very familiar with the scenery here.

On the side of the small road in the snow mountain pasture, lavender reappeared and grew, and purple buds began to brew, swaying left and right in the wind.

The first crop of alfalfa has not been harvested yet, and now it is half a person tall, and the large pieces are all green in height.

Originally, after a while, the pastures would be distributed to Old Hall. Last year, the fattening cattle rating allowed him to taste the sweetness, and only then did Han Qianshan agree to the delivery of a big wild boar.

I wonder if Old Hall's daughter will manage the ranch like her father in the future. Maybe she will give up the business. Han Xuan thought to himself, and the little things that Martinez said happened when he was not at home.

For example, Fat Ding is in love.

To be more precise, unrequited love, since I saw another exotic shorthair cat in Augusta last month, it has become thinner. It used to be able to eat five meals a day, but now it doesn’t eat midnight snacks.

He pestered Joanna all day long and asked her to bring herself with her when she went shopping, just to take a look at it from a distance.

He squatted at the dock all day long. According to Martinez's guess, he wanted to catch fish and give it to the female cat.

Unfortunately, there are no stranded fish on the shore, and fat den cannot swim.

This is the story that makes cats sad.
Chapter completed!