Chapter 579 Mr. Wayne
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Qing Mo Da Xian
Friday the 30th.
The Wayne family, having had dinner early, drove from London in the evening.
Surrey is in the southwest of the city, and it takes less than 4 hours to go back and forth.
"Dad, are we still not going to grandpa's house?"
Eric held the steering wheel firmly, "To be honest, I haven't figured out how to explain to him that you went to a magic school."
Maybe it was the shadow of his childhood, he was always nervous in front of Mr. Wayne.
Vincent remembered the last time he went to his grandpa's house, when he won No.1 in the British Youth Math Competition.
It's been almost 5 years, I hope the old man can accept the fact of magic.
Follow the Thames in the west to Waverley, where there is a town called Farnham.
Further south is Little Whinging, but Wayne's family got off at Bourne Forest halfway.
This forest is mainly composed of coniferous forests, which are described in many words in Darwin's "Origin of Species".
Turn on the flashlight and hike over several undulating hillsides, all around you are full of primitive atmosphere.
Vincent hugged Gu Gu in his arms, and followed behind his parents without any psychological pressure.
The place where the light is on in the distance is the house where Mr. Wayne lives.
"Woof--" Before they got too close, there were already bursts of barking from inside.
Cuckoo opened his eyes wide, his small body trembling all the time.
"Don't be afraid, didn't I say that there are many puppies in my grandpa's house—er, they should all grow up now."
"Cuckoo——" it shrank into a ball, and seemed to become even more frightened.
Because in addition to the barking of dogs, there is also the "rustling" sound of running on the grass.
Of course, it sounds like there are more than one or two, and a dozen or so shadows can be vaguely seen.
The Waynes walked toward them deliberately.
Maybe it's been too long since the cocker spaniel who ran in the front stopped barking when he got close to him.
Its originally erect tail swayed, and it slammed at Eric who had already squatted down.
"Oh—you're the Duke?"
A cocker spaniel named Duke sniffs him with his wet nose.
Then came the Springer Spaniel with big ears.
It jumped at Eric like the Duke, throwing him down on the grass.
Gugu watched the two big dogs licking his face vigorously with their tongues, and the small body couldn't help shaking even more violently.
Then came four or five golden retrievers.
Instead of going to the Wayne couple to join in the fun, they circled around Vincent instead.
"Ball, Andy, Simon, Jelly, Pique..."
He read out the names one by one, and the enthusiastic big golden retrievers ran even harder.
Gu Gu's little head turned back and forth, and he soon became dizzy.
But even so, the little paws were firmly grasping Vincent's arm.
"Don't be like this..." Eric tried to stand up several times but was thrown down.
It wasn't until a whistle sounded in the distance that he and Yin Fulin were finally rescued.
The figure holding a kerosene lamp and holding a shotgun in one hand is Mr. Wayne——Edward Wayne.
Beside him was a short-legged corgi dog, even when he saw his son and daughter-in-law, he didn't have a good face.
But after seeing his grandson holding a ball of brown fur, the corners of his mouth were obviously raised.
….Vincent pulled Gu Gu Gu's little paw away and waved at him, "Grandpa!"
Mr. Wayne's wrinkled face was full of smiles.
Although it was dark and he couldn't see clearly, he was really smiling.
Eric stood up stiffly, "Dad."
"Yeah." Mr. Wayne went straight to Vincent who was surrounded by big golden retrievers.
"At night, I thought some wild boar ran over by accident."
His smiling face seemed to imply something.
Yin Fulin looked at Eric teasingly.
"Grandpa, if Dad is a wild boar, then I am a little wild boar, and you are a big wild boar."
Grandpa Wayne grinned.
He patted Vincent on the shoulder, "Your little mouth still looks like it has been smeared with honey."
"That's grandpa, you taught me well."
After the laughter, the old man noticed the cuckoo in his grandson's arms.
Not a rag doll?
Eyes move?
living?
Vincent held up Gugu, "Grandpa, Gugu is my pet the year before last. It is an owl that can deliver letters."
"Owl!?" Old Man Wayne widened his eyes.
It's a lump...is it an owl?
"My God, what the hell are you feeding it?"
"Forehead--"
Looking at Vincent who was speechless and choked up in front of him, Mr. Wayne laughed heartily again.
His grandson has no other talents, but he is especially popular with animals.
When the Wayne family came over last time, the group of golden retrievers were still puppies.
When they were just learning to walk, they surrounded little Vincent all day long.
Five years have passed and the little ones have grown up.
After recalling the past, he suddenly stared at Eric fiercely.
"Dad, I—"
"Let's talk about something in the house."
Vincent followed behind the old man like a good baby, and cast a sympathetic look when he passed by the old father.
"This kid!" Eric gritted his teeth immediately.
Yin Fulin held his arm without psychological pressure, "Honey, let's go."
The house of the old man and his wife is a two-story wooden house built by them.
Granny Wayne stood at the door, her face beaming with joy.
She looked very kind, just the opposite of the serious old man.
"grandmother!"
"Oh—isn't this my precious grandson!"
When she found out that Cuckoo was not a rag doll, she had the same reaction as the old man.
As soon as he entered the room and sat down, all the big golden retrievers just lay down quietly at Vincent's feet.
Gu Gu, who was placed on the wooden table, carefully moved to the edge, and looked at them with his small head down.
"Cuckoo!"
As soon as a big golden retriever put its nose close to it, it flapped its small wings and flew to the roof.
When standing on the beam, it still flapped its chest with its small wings.
Granny Wayne, who was making tea with Yin Fulin, was amazed at such an anthropomorphic act.
"Grandma, Gugu is not an ordinary owl, it comes from..."
"Ahem!" Eric coughed violently, as if he wasn't ready to explain everything.
Vincent is much better, but he said things about the wizarding world...
... "What's the matter?" Mr. Wayne keenly sensed that they had something to say.
"Grandpa, actually—"
"Let me tell." Eric took a deep breath, "Dad, Vincent didn't go to Inton."
The old man and the old lady relax.
It doesn't matter where the fat ball owl comes from, as long as it's not a cannibal.
"Nor did he go to school at Westminster."
When people are old, grandsons can go to school wherever they like.
Mr. Wayne was very open.
If he hadn't asked Eric to read Yinton, the relationship between their father and son might not have been as stiff as it is now.
"He goes to school at Hogwarts, a magic school with nearly a thousand years of history."
"Oh."
Wait - magic school! ?
Granny Wayne also reacted.
The old man opened his throat with a dark face: "Are you kidding your brains!
Let your own son go to a magic school?Are you bastard trying to piss me off! "
Eric knew he would be scolded.
He hastily winked at his precious son.
"Grandpa, grandma, actually..." Vincent took out the wand from the suitcase he opened under the old man's restrained gaze.
"Actually, magic is real, and Cuckoo comes from the magic world."
A small flame blazed from the tip of the ebony staff.
Under the gaze of two pairs of questioning eyes, the flame swelled several times in an instant.
The big golden retrievers all jumped up in fright.
The old man and the old lady stared at the burning flame with disbelief on their faces.
Being able to distort the surrounding air is indeed not an illusion projected by technology.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
The Wayne family, having had dinner early, drove from London in the evening.
Surrey is in the southwest of the city, and it takes less than 4 hours to go back and forth.
"Dad, are we still not going to grandpa's house?"
Eric held the steering wheel firmly, "To be honest, I haven't figured out how to explain to him that you went to a magic school."
Maybe it was the shadow of his childhood, he was always nervous in front of Mr. Wayne.
Vincent remembered the last time he went to his grandpa's house, when he won No.1 in the British Youth Math Competition.
It's been almost 5 years, I hope the old man can accept the fact of magic.
Follow the Thames in the west to Waverley, where there is a town called Farnham.
Further south is Little Whinging, but Wayne's family got off at Bourne Forest halfway.
This forest is mainly composed of coniferous forests, which are described in many words in Darwin's "Origin of Species".
Turn on the flashlight and hike over several undulating hillsides, all around you are full of primitive atmosphere.
Vincent hugged Gu Gu in his arms, and followed behind his parents without any psychological pressure.
The place where the light is on in the distance is the house where Mr. Wayne lives.
"Woof--" Before they got too close, there were already bursts of barking from inside.
Cuckoo opened his eyes wide, his small body trembling all the time.
"Don't be afraid, didn't I say that there are many puppies in my grandpa's house—er, they should all grow up now."
"Cuckoo——" it shrank into a ball, and seemed to become even more frightened.
Because in addition to the barking of dogs, there is also the "rustling" sound of running on the grass.
Of course, it sounds like there are more than one or two, and a dozen or so shadows can be vaguely seen.
The Waynes walked toward them deliberately.
Maybe it's been too long since the cocker spaniel who ran in the front stopped barking when he got close to him.
Its originally erect tail swayed, and it slammed at Eric who had already squatted down.
"Oh—you're the Duke?"
A cocker spaniel named Duke sniffs him with his wet nose.
Then came the Springer Spaniel with big ears.
It jumped at Eric like the Duke, throwing him down on the grass.
Gugu watched the two big dogs licking his face vigorously with their tongues, and the small body couldn't help shaking even more violently.
Then came four or five golden retrievers.
Instead of going to the Wayne couple to join in the fun, they circled around Vincent instead.
"Ball, Andy, Simon, Jelly, Pique..."
He read out the names one by one, and the enthusiastic big golden retrievers ran even harder.
Gu Gu's little head turned back and forth, and he soon became dizzy.
But even so, the little paws were firmly grasping Vincent's arm.
"Don't be like this..." Eric tried to stand up several times but was thrown down.
It wasn't until a whistle sounded in the distance that he and Yin Fulin were finally rescued.
The figure holding a kerosene lamp and holding a shotgun in one hand is Mr. Wayne——Edward Wayne.
Beside him was a short-legged corgi dog, even when he saw his son and daughter-in-law, he didn't have a good face.
But after seeing his grandson holding a ball of brown fur, the corners of his mouth were obviously raised.
….Vincent pulled Gu Gu Gu's little paw away and waved at him, "Grandpa!"
Mr. Wayne's wrinkled face was full of smiles.
Although it was dark and he couldn't see clearly, he was really smiling.
Eric stood up stiffly, "Dad."
"Yeah." Mr. Wayne went straight to Vincent who was surrounded by big golden retrievers.
"At night, I thought some wild boar ran over by accident."
His smiling face seemed to imply something.
Yin Fulin looked at Eric teasingly.
"Grandpa, if Dad is a wild boar, then I am a little wild boar, and you are a big wild boar."
Grandpa Wayne grinned.
He patted Vincent on the shoulder, "Your little mouth still looks like it has been smeared with honey."
"That's grandpa, you taught me well."
After the laughter, the old man noticed the cuckoo in his grandson's arms.
Not a rag doll?
Eyes move?
living?
Vincent held up Gugu, "Grandpa, Gugu is my pet the year before last. It is an owl that can deliver letters."
"Owl!?" Old Man Wayne widened his eyes.
It's a lump...is it an owl?
"My God, what the hell are you feeding it?"
"Forehead--"
Looking at Vincent who was speechless and choked up in front of him, Mr. Wayne laughed heartily again.
His grandson has no other talents, but he is especially popular with animals.
When the Wayne family came over last time, the group of golden retrievers were still puppies.
When they were just learning to walk, they surrounded little Vincent all day long.
Five years have passed and the little ones have grown up.
After recalling the past, he suddenly stared at Eric fiercely.
"Dad, I—"
"Let's talk about something in the house."
Vincent followed behind the old man like a good baby, and cast a sympathetic look when he passed by the old father.
"This kid!" Eric gritted his teeth immediately.
Yin Fulin held his arm without psychological pressure, "Honey, let's go."
The house of the old man and his wife is a two-story wooden house built by them.
Granny Wayne stood at the door, her face beaming with joy.
She looked very kind, just the opposite of the serious old man.
"grandmother!"
"Oh—isn't this my precious grandson!"
When she found out that Cuckoo was not a rag doll, she had the same reaction as the old man.
As soon as he entered the room and sat down, all the big golden retrievers just lay down quietly at Vincent's feet.
Gu Gu, who was placed on the wooden table, carefully moved to the edge, and looked at them with his small head down.
"Cuckoo!"
As soon as a big golden retriever put its nose close to it, it flapped its small wings and flew to the roof.
When standing on the beam, it still flapped its chest with its small wings.
Granny Wayne, who was making tea with Yin Fulin, was amazed at such an anthropomorphic act.
"Grandma, Gugu is not an ordinary owl, it comes from..."
"Ahem!" Eric coughed violently, as if he wasn't ready to explain everything.
Vincent is much better, but he said things about the wizarding world...
... "What's the matter?" Mr. Wayne keenly sensed that they had something to say.
"Grandpa, actually—"
"Let me tell." Eric took a deep breath, "Dad, Vincent didn't go to Inton."
The old man and the old lady relax.
It doesn't matter where the fat ball owl comes from, as long as it's not a cannibal.
"Nor did he go to school at Westminster."
When people are old, grandsons can go to school wherever they like.
Mr. Wayne was very open.
If he hadn't asked Eric to read Yinton, the relationship between their father and son might not have been as stiff as it is now.
"He goes to school at Hogwarts, a magic school with nearly a thousand years of history."
"Oh."
Wait - magic school! ?
Granny Wayne also reacted.
The old man opened his throat with a dark face: "Are you kidding your brains!
Let your own son go to a magic school?Are you bastard trying to piss me off! "
Eric knew he would be scolded.
He hastily winked at his precious son.
"Grandpa, grandma, actually..." Vincent took out the wand from the suitcase he opened under the old man's restrained gaze.
"Actually, magic is real, and Cuckoo comes from the magic world."
A small flame blazed from the tip of the ebony staff.
Under the gaze of two pairs of questioning eyes, the flame swelled several times in an instant.
The big golden retrievers all jumped up in fright.
The old man and the old lady stared at the burning flame with disbelief on their faces.
Being able to distort the surrounding air is indeed not an illusion projected by technology.
……
……
.
Qingmo Daxian reminds you: remember to collect after reading
