Durin's Diary

Chapter 270 Chapter 19.5: Old Ron I
Ron is very old, with wrinkles all over his face, his hair has completely fallen out, age spots are rampant on his face, and it seems that the god of death is waving to him every day.

But once again he woke at dawn.

His wife had caught a cold recently and had a low-grade fever for the past two days. She was prescribed some medicine and received treatment from the Church of the Twin Mothers. She finally slept well today.

He didn't have the heart to wake her up, so he got out of bed alone, went to the first floor and turned on the light.

I put the kettle on the stove and lit the fire, noting that the light in my neighbor's house, number 411, was on.

Yesterday, a man who should have been dead long ago came to No. 411 with a group of people. They took a girl away, and then the girls of Du Lin's child left one after another.

Ron had lived a lifetime, and although his eyesight was a little blurry, how could he not understand the anger and fire in their eyes?

They want to become stronger, so strong that the powerful will be completely afraid of them.

Ron put on his clothes, opened the door, and saw a snow-white rabbit wiping her rifle.

Ron swore that he had never seen such a rifle before - it was a rifle about 1.2 meters long, with a gray shell, an extremely long and thick barrel, a strange buttstock with movable parts, and a completely black buttstock bottom.

There is a magazine in the trigger position and a pair of folding brackets at the front of the handguard.

And on the ground next to it, there was a huge sleeve, but Ron couldn't tell what it was used for.

Mr. Du Lin was giving guidance on the side.

Perhaps noticing the sound of Ron opening the door, the little gentleman turned around and looked over.

Old Ron smiled - after hearing that Roy Corleone was his father and that he had avenged his father, Ron liked the boy more and more.

This must be a new weapon made by Mr. Du Lin. He was cleaning the gun outside so early in the morning. He must have completed a hunt the night before.

Anyone who can die at the hands of the young master must be a bad person.

So Ron nodded and went back into the room.

The room was deserted and he stood there looking at the photos on the wall.

When we were young, we all had ideals and naively believed that the future would be the best.

It’s a pity that the future is not bright, and Ron is disappointed again and again.

But now, a child named Dulin appeared before them. Many old friends felt that this child would definitely be able to take over the mantle of Mr. Roy Corleone - it was because these old guys had seen what this child had done and his sympathy for Northernism.

The weather was cold and the kettle was slow to heat up. While Old Ron was waiting, he heard a knock on the glass window.

He turned around and saw the kid, Dulin, with two plates floating beside him and a small pot in his hand.

Ron walked slowly to the door and opened it.

"I heard from Xia Li that the lady has been in poor health recently, so today I prepared some crackers for you and the old lady, as well as Lu Linbu's meat porridge. Please feel free to ask." The child Du Lin put the pot and plate on the table with a smile.

Ron was very touched - his children were all in the South, and he and his wife were here just because they couldn't bear to leave their hometown.

"Thank you, child."

"You're welcome. I'll go back first. That gun..." "Where is the gun?" Ron didn't remember seeing any gun. He only remembered that he got up early in the morning and the pot of water he boiled hadn't even boiled yet.

"Thank you so much." Du Lin said and left.

Ron walked up to the second floor and woke up his wife. When she heard that Du Lin had brought them some snacks, the old woman felt a little ashamed: "I usually go to the market with Xia Li, a child. She hasn't seen me for the past two days. She must have become suspicious and told Du Lin, a good boy." She followed Ron downstairs. Ron poured the boiled water into the thermos that stored hot water, and then put in a second pot of cold water.

The old woman prepared the milk and found meat porridge in the pot.

She picked up a spoon, scooped a small piece and put it in her mouth, then laughed with joy: "It's delicious, old man, you should try it too, this child really has a good cooking skill."

Ron also tasted it, and it was delicious just as the old woman said.

The two sat down. The old woman seemed to have a good appetite and was very satisfied with the crackers.

Indeed, pancakes made with oil and unknown plants spread on the surface, with appropriate amount of salt, are perfect for breakfast.

Coupled with this Lublin breakfast called meat porridge, Ron always felt that his family had not enjoyed such a delicious breakfast for a long time.

Yes, since September, my wife's legs and feet have become more inconvenient, and everything at home has become more difficult.

The old friend had advised him that maybe it would be a good thing to ask the children to come back, but Ron and the old woman did not want to disturb their children's work.

"It feels a little colder today than the past two days."

After eating and drinking, Ron continued to watch the hot water, while the old woman carried the empty pots and plates to the pool, ready to wash the dishes - after all, the pots and plates had to be returned clean.

"Old man, why haven't our children written back to us recently?" The old woman beside the pool was a little confused.

"Maybe he's busy. I heard Farol has been a bit restless lately, with those royalists occasionally causing trouble."

"Yeah, those guys always come out to make trouble...ah..." The old woman sighed: "Old man..."

"Huh?" Ron didn't turn around.

"I had a dream this morning. I dreamed of Little Third..."

Ron sighed.

He and his wife have three children. The eldest is on the Sicilian island of Farol, working diligently with the second secretary.

The second son is in Sidney's Marseille, running around in the fields all day long, so busy that he has no time to rest.

Little Third... He was in a cemetery in the suburbs. When he was 19 years old, he acted together with Professor Jason, who was also young at the time. The two of them killed many secret police in the alley.

He was a bodyguard, standing in front of Jason, and was hit by seventeen bullets and bled to death.

"This child probably misses me." There was a slight tremor in the old woman's voice.

Ron felt bad too - his children had grown up, had grandchildren, and even came back to see him.

Only the third child lives forever at the age of nineteen.

"Don't overthink it, old woman," said Ron.

"I think so too, but... Ron... I'm so tired..." Along with these words, there was the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.

Ron turned his head and saw his old wife lying on the ground.

　This chapter serves as a link between the past and the future
　　
　
(End of this chapter)