Chapter 566 (1/2)

William Wolff was haggard and shaky in his garden on crutches.

He hasn't stood up from his wheelchair for a long time.

Today's weather is good. Several white clouds hang leisurely in the tile blue sky. The sun is not warm. The newly trimmed lawn is very soft. Several crows jump on the trees not far away.

The stubborn old man drove everyone away, except a maid who followed closely behind William wolf and was ready to help him.

”Stay away from me! How many times do I have to stand by myself!” he shouted at the bodyguards and servants. ”If you don't trust me, let Martha follow me.”

Even his son, Kui Wolff, the appointed successor of the family, could only stand by the garden and watch from a distance. Fortunately, this is Vancouver. No one dares to come here to talk about the wolf family. Except for the people trusted by old wolf, even cats will not be let in within a radius of two kilometers.

Of course, except birds.

Those free little guys fly around in the sky, chirping and noisy, like children who can never be quiet. However, it also brought vitality to the quiet garden. They didn't care what the poor old man below could only walk in small steps of no more than one palm and would be blown down by the wind at any time.

A crow croaked a few times.

Huang Liang looked up and thought of Qingmu's coal boss. In fact, he had not seen the real body of the magical crow. He had seen it in a dream for the first time. Later in prison, he went through another life. In that life, he saw specimens of dead crows. Now I think that kind of feeling is dreaming, but he knows it must be more than just dreaming.

Carefully counting the days, he has escaped from prison for more than two years. He hasn't seen Aoki for more than two years. Logically, he doesn't need to be responsible for the agreement between him and Aoki. In fact, he and Aoki haven't seen each other several times and can't talk about deep friendship, but he just feels that only Aoki is trustworthy in the world.

Since he escaped from prison, there has always been a deep sense of loneliness haunting Huang Liang's heart. He is like a lonely walker walking in the ice and snow, like a lonely meteorite floating in the Dark Universe. He doesn't know his destiny, but he can't get rid of it.

He glanced at qui wolf next to him. This burly guy is a friend worth making. He has many similarities with him. But the word ”friend” is so extravagant for them, especially Huangliang. He is not even sure whether he is a ”person”.

A gray pigeon suddenly burst in and fell on the lawn in the garden. With one foot, she looked at the people here curiously.

”Your pigeon?” Huang Liang asked.

”All our pigeons are white, and the pigeon farm is not in Vancouver,” Hong Kui said.

”Oh, I thought I was here to deliver the letter.”

”Communication is so developed, who still sends messages with pigeons!”

”Then why do you keep pigeons?”

”Our family originated in Alaska. In the age of underdeveloped communication, it was almost isolated from the south. After our ancestors came to the south, they began to raise carrier pigeons that can adapt to the cold climate to facilitate north-south communication. We have special pigeon farms and trainers, which has become a tradition and has been maintained, but the scale is not as large as before, and communication has been lost The function of the letter. ”

Old wolf was still walking shakily with hard little steps, and Martha, the maid, followed him nervously, keeping a distance of two positions.

”Your father is really a stubborn man,” said Huang Liang.

”It's inevitable when people are old. Besides, he has always been a man of one word and likes to control everything, but now he can't even control his own body.”