Sun God Marvel Chapter 1388: Recall the beginning of the year ’s changes

Brown bread is just a common name, the real name should be bran bread. Although from the perspective of current medical and health sciences, brown bread is regarded as an excellent nutritious food because of less protein and more dietary fiber. But this does not mean that dark bread must be delicious.

Just like gnawing natural bark will be healthier than industrially processed foods, can you say that the bark tastes better than spicy bars? I believe that not many people will open their eyes to say such nonsense. In the same way, no matter how many people are touting the nutritional value of dark bread, they can't change this, that is the taste of dark bread.

This kind of bread containing various coarse grains and even mixed with wheat hulls is not only sour in taste but also firm. In the Middle Ages, there were even examples of using this gadget as a weapon. Of course, it is impossible to make brown bread the way it was in the Middle Ages. After all, at that time, you did n’t know what those people would stuff into the black bread. But anyway, even today, the taste of dark bread is still terrible.

This is a food that only eats, wears clothes and warms, and starts to pursue more talents who will be willing to try it. And for the Latovinians who can't even satisfy their food and clothing, they obviously will not torture their stomachs for the so-called health, and put good white bread instead of choosing what kind of dark bread.

This is a regional difference in different regions. As the old widow said herself, she hasn't made black bread for sale in many years. However, although this single business failed, she still enthusiastically promoted her other products. For an old lady who is guarding her life in a bakery, having a single business is better than nothing. However, in the face of her enthusiasm. The customer just shook his head and said regretfully.

"Sorry. Although your other works will be more delicious. But I just want to eat brown bread, which has a different meaning to me. Although it tastes like stinky mud."

"The bread I make will not be mud, even if it is brown bread." Without the business, the old widow cannot naturally maintain the kind of diligence. She began to mumble with dissatisfaction. This mumble made the customer laugh directly.

"Of course I know, Aunt Lamia. You like to add hazelnuts to the dark bread. This was my favorite food at the time. In fact, I bought your dark bread many times, and I chose the hazelnut Eat. For this, I was beaten by my mother for not knowing how many times. "

If the old customer ’s words just made the old widow strange, then now her curiosity has really spread irresistibly. You know, she hasn't made brown bread in more than ten years. It can be said that even the old man in this city does not necessarily remember that she would add hazelnuts to brown bread. Now the customer is so familiar with all this, which makes her wonder whether there is a deeper connection between them.

You can't imagine a lonely old woman's desire to get rid of loneliness. So, knowing that it might be inappropriate for her to do so, she couldn't help turning off the light and asked aloud to the customer who visited suddenly.

"Are you? Are you? Sir, have we met before?"

She really wants to put this person in front of her in memory, but when she sees the elegant dress in front of her, she is different from ordinary people. If she had already put it to her mouth, she could not help but swallow it back. In the end, she could only hesitate to ask such a question. Facing her problem, Victor said to her directly with a smile.

"Do n’t you remember me? Aunt Lamia. I am a little Doom. I lived with my mother in the little Doom upstairs next to you."

When he said this, the old widow immediately found some blurred impressions in his memory.

That was when the old lord, who was not too jerk, was alive. The lives of Latovinians are better than they are now. At that time her bakery opened, and she and her husband who had just married run the small shop. The business is booming, and there are many customers every day. The gypsy witch living next door to the shop is a regular visitor. She comes to the shop almost every day to buy bread. Sometimes it was her, sometimes it was her child.

She still remembers the child. Although a little thin, but very clever. Every day I can please myself and cheat myself back from eating. His favorite food seemed to be his brown bread. Although he always likes to pick and choose, but every time he picks brown bread is right.

The numbers in the memory match, the old widow really has a hard time telling how she feels. Calculate it carefully, it was more than thirty years ago. For more than thirty years, all things have been right and wrong. She has fallen into decay, and the child had become an adult.

The changes brought about by time are always the most humbling things. Even the old widow is no exception. In the face of Victor, who was completely different from her memory, she could only wipe her rough palms firmly, and then hesitantly said to him with a look that she didn't dare to approach.

"I really ca n’t believe it. Little Doom no, Mr. Doom, you actually came back. After so many years, you are already an adult. I heard the story of you outside, it seems that even the lord and prime minister I have praised your success. You are now a big man. I am really happy for you. I think your mother will be proud of you. "

"Maybe. But she passed away very early."

The ordinary people will not know about their mothers, and Victor is not willing to tell them such things. So he just mentioned it a little bit, and then diverted the subject and said to her.

"It's you, Aunt Lamayya, have you been doing well for so many years?"

"Me? I'm okay, okay." Unexpectedly, Victor would turn the subject to himself. The old widow froze for a moment, and couldn't help but show a bitter smile. "It was okay at the beginning. Later Veneto passed away. I can only live by this bakery. The days are still quite rich, but with the death of the old lord, the new lord issued a series of The ordinance. The days are getting worse. Maybe I should have listened to your mother, and it was only right to leave here earlier. Maybe then Veneto will not die, and I wo n’t be what it is today. "

As a witch, Victor ’s mother can predict the future of ordinary people. She apparently saw something at first, so she reminded the old widow like this. It's a pity that they didn't pay attention to this at first, and this also caused her to become what she is today.

Are you complaining? The old widow didn't mean that. She just sighed with emotion. And in the face of her sigh and emotion. Victor simply held her dry old hand, and then asked her in a low voice.

"So why haven't you thought of leaving here? If you want to leave, it should be possible. You know that life outside is much better than here, if you really leave, then you want to Happier than living here. "

"Leave? No, I don't want that much anymore." Shaking his head, the old widow just said calmly in the face of Victor's inquiry. "I've lived here since I was born, and it's been fifty or sixty years now. I'm used to the grass and trees here, so seriously, I really can't leave here. It's you, Mr. Doom. Why are you coming back? You should know the current situation of this country. It is really not the place where you young people should stay. As you said, the outside world is better Living environment. Here, you can only wait for me to die like this. So, why should you come back? "

"You still call me little Doom, Aunt Lamia. As for why I want to come back, I can only say that I have a reason to have to come back."

Shaking his head, Victor stood up and looked at the brightly lit castle outside the window. It was a castle passed down from generation to generation by Lord Latovina. Even today, today ’s lord has not abandoned it. Instead, he used a lot of gold to build it into a solid fortress, and at the same time it was made of a very luxurious fortress. And such a fortress, and this gloomy country, and this old and dying city are all incompatible. At least for Victor ~ IndoMTL.com ~ this thing is really too obtrusive. Obnoxious he almost wanted to remove it.

But Victor did n’t do so considering the ability of those around him. He said to her with a smile.

"Aunt Lamia. I am not going to leave again this time. I want to bring something different to my motherland and my hometown. I want to let it go from this decayed state. Break away from China. Yes, I ’m pretty sure that I ’m going to bring a new life to it. That ’s the purpose of my return this time. I want to change this country. "

"Are you going to be an enemy with the lord?" It's hard to imagine that once the little Doom would say such words, but in the face of the little Doom who said such words, the old widow couldn't say anything. She did not understand Victor because she knew only his past, not his present. But she knew that Victor was a clever child, and since he said this, then he must be certain. In the face of such a situation, she could only hesitate and clenched Victor's hand.

"I do n’t know what you want to do, little Doom. But I know, you are a smart kid. If you make up your mind, you will be able to succeed. And that ’s what we expect. As a Latvian, we have been expecting such a change for a long time. If someone can really bring us all this, we will do everything we can to support you. So, do it with confidence Right. Little Doom. Do as you wish. The will of the Latovinians will bless you. "

"I know, I will do it for you."

Needless to say too much, Victor already patted the old widow's hand and pushed open the door and went out. This is just a short narrative, and for his real purpose, this is just his beginning.

Latovinia, it's time to usher in a new life.