chapter 6 I'm not interested in listening to nonsense

"Pete Cash, I will just say it once."
"I, Gilbert Wood, only have one family which is in Jorthtown. As for the the Wood family which is in the Jormiles City and the Master Wood who is of prestigious status, I have nothing to do with them."
"Do you understand?"
Gilbert's eyes were calm and his tone was extremely calm, but it gave people a sense of oppression like a mountain, making people breathless.
"Ah, I understand, Lord," Pete was still frightened and was already breaking out in cold sweat.
Gilbert nodded, just leaned on the seat, closed his eyes and rested.
"Let's go! Remember to wake me up when we arrive there."
Eastshine Town, Apricot Blossoms Village.
Gilbert's adoptive father, Solomon King's family settled here.
This location had long been familiar to Gilbert.
Even during his ten-year military career, he came back this warm little home countless times in his dreams.
In ten years, things had changed and people had changed.
Gilbert saw that many familiar faces had grown old, and the new faces were so unfamiliar.
The fields in his memory had also been turned into factories and buildings. They had a strong modern atmosphere, but they didn't have the same feeling as before.
He remembered that when he was a child, his favorite things were to fly kites and catch crickets in the fields, steal melons and fish in the summer, catch birds and watch the snow in the winter.
Every early spring, apricot blossoms bloomed everywhere, like a sea of ​​flowers, so beautiful.
Solomon King, who was addicted to alcohol, would give himself a huge sum of money every year at this time to buy a jar of home-brewed apricot flower wine. The extra errand fees were exchanged by himself and Beatrice King for candies, spicy strips, red-head ropes, and slingshots and so on.
Childhood was really beautiful.
"It has been ten years and I'm back."
Gilbert calmed down and laughed.
At an intersection not far from Solomon's family, Gilbert got out of the car.
Pete drove away wisely. He did not want to disturb the reunion of Gilbert's family.
After walking and stopping for more than half an hour, Gilbert finally arrived at the door of King's house.
At this time, the door of the King family was open, and the courtyard was very lively with guests coming and going.
It seemed like there was some kind of banquet going on.
"Hey, you guys chat first while I go to greet other relatives."
"Sure, Beatrice is engaged. You all need to drink more. You have enough wine and meat today."
At this time, a woman in her forties greeted her warmly. She walked out of the courtyard with a glowing face, and was slightly startled when she saw Gilbert in front of her.
"Who are you?"
"Mom," Gilbert Wood looked at the woman in front of him. He called softly and said with some distress, "You have many wrinkles and your hair is gray."
This woman was his adoptive mother Bertha.
"What, this, you can't be mistaken..." Bertha was a little panicked when she saw this, and waved her hands repeatedly, "I don't have a son as old as you, I only have a daughter."
"Mom, I've only been gone for a few years, and now you don't recognize me as your son?"
Gilbert chuckled. He stepped forward, held her calloused and mottled wrists, and said with a smile, "You still have the jade bracelet I gave you. In order to buy it, I had to work hard for half month, even my shoulder was dislocated."
"You, you are Gilbert!"
Bertha opened her mouth widely and stared at Gilbert for a long time, tears welling up all of a sudden.
"You brat, you still know that you have been gone for ten years since you came back. Where have you been?" Bertha slapped Gilbert's chest with both love and anger, "I'm so miss you."
There was a smile in Gilbert's eyes, and his stalwart body remained motionless, full of happiness and satisfaction.
"Mom, I'm not coming back."
He looked at the busy yard and asked, "Mom, why is the house so busy? Is there anything?"
Bertha wiped her tears, excited and happy, "Of course, Beatrice is getting married, and today is the engagement party!"
"Today I'm marrying my daughter and my son is coming home. It's such a double happiness!"
A smile appeared at the corner of Gilbert's mouth. Right, Beatrice, that girl, must be twenty years old this year, and she was married!
Time flied so fast.
When he was a child, Solomon tried his best to bring Gilbert and Beatrice together and he wanted Beatrice to get married with him. Their friendship was always envied by others. But Gilbert just regarded Beatrice as his sister.
Solomon King , who understood Gilbert's thoughts, had no choice but to give up.
"Quick, Gilbert, come into the house!" Bertha pulled Gilbert and shouted, "Beatrice, look who's back, your brother, your brother is back."
All the relatives and friends in the yard were talking, and soon, a young and beautiful girl walked out of the house. The little girl who used to be a follower was already tall and graceful and was about to get married.
"Beatrice, long time no see," Gilbert walked forward and said.
"Yeah."
Beatrice just nodded. Her beautiful face was indifferent, as if Gilbert was just a stranger. There was even a sense of wariness and disgust towards Gilbert in her eyes.
It seemed that his brother was just a superfluous person.
The thousands of words of blessing in Gilbert's heart suddenly disappeared.
He suddenly felt that the Beatrice in front of him was so strange and distant.
"Beatrice, what's wrong with you?" Bertha said with some displeasure, "Your brother is back, what is your attitude?"
"Then what should I do?" Beatrice glanced at Gilbert impatiently and snorted, "Ten years ago he left without saying a word, and now he comes back without saying a word. What does he think of here? A hotel?"
"Is it possible that I have to carry a big sedan chair to welcome him in happily?"
Beatrice glared at Gilbert with great disgust, snorted coldly and turned around to leave.
She was worried. This bastard would not come back sooner or later, but he came back on the golden day of his engagement. What did he mean?
If he really returned home in fine clothes, he would just be flattering himself, but he ended up looking like this poor man.
He's back made her feel embarrassed.
"Hey, you kid..." Bertha was very angry.
Gilbert smiled, supported Bertha and said, "Mom, forget it. It was indeed my fault for leaving back then. Beatrice blamed me which is understandable."
Bertha just sighed. She did not know what to say.
Gilbert looked not far away. Beatrice was chatting with a group of relatives and friends. She was very at ease and generous, just like a social butterfly.
Was this the little girl who would hide behind her timidly and blush if she said a word to a boy?
Gilbert sighed inexplicably, "Things change and people change."
"Solomon, don't drink your wine, come out quickly!"