Book2:KigdomIteDreams
书迷正在阅读：蔓（昏睡xp爽文） , 裙摆之下 , 是女人就上100层 , 《伪装人类》 , 同居（1v1）h , 画家与我 , 狂暴逆袭 , 梦 , 医妃萌宝，逆袭成凰 , 火影 与他们的各种play , 那之後，我们。 , 老庙(删除黄文版)
deverythingontothetwoemptytruckstohaulthemawaytothedumpsite.Brandnewdesign,braylinganddecorationweresuretnewlifetotheoldbuildingandgiveitaface-liftthatwouldamazeandastonishallbeholders.Sevetopnotchartisanswerehardatwork.Someweretakingmeasurementsofeverythingfromcurtains,walls,ceiling,windowsandfloors.Electriswereexaminingtheaelectricalwireswhichhadbeeninusefordecadesandwouldoberepced.Plumbersbroughtinshiningcrystalbathfixtures,eboratelycarvedached.Thedesignerwaomaketheapartmentintoaworldofcrystal,sothebathtubs,basinsahetoiletsweremadeofthatmaterial. Atthreeo’clocksharpwhenworkatthebakerywasjustwindingdown,Mr.Kaffee,Big-O,RichardandJamazarrived.TheolddwarfMickyofcoursealsotaggedalongashewouldneverwillinglymissainggathering.Dimitriledeveryoheyarddoorandtoldthemofhispn.Mr.KaffeebroughtoverachairforDimitriandthenheandBigOstoodbehindthechair.Theolddwarffoundalowstoolsomewhere,putitrightoDimitri’schairandsatdowohim.Dimitribentdowntothedwarfandasked, “Yousaidwehaveknowneachotherfes.youtellmeyourname?” 19 “TheycallmeolddwarfMicky.Ilikethename.YoucallmeDwarfMicky,butdon’tadd‘old’toit.Ihatethewordold.” “Good!DwarfMickyitisthen.FromnowonIwillcallyouDwarfMicky.” “Ilikethatname!”ughedthedwarf.“Ireallylovethatname.Ireally,reallylovethatnamevery,very,verymuch!”hetedwhileghishands,stampinghisfeetandnoddinghisheadincessantly.HisearandicalexpressionsauresandirrationallyemotionaloutburstscausedDimitriandhisfriendstoburstintoughter.DwarfMicky’sbrighteyesrolledaroundeverywhereandshowedgreatiintheworkoftheseveskilledworkmen.Richardknewquiteabitaboutelectricityandwassoondrawntothecrewrewiringthehouse.Hetalkedshopwiththemingustoandevenjoiheirwork.Jamazhowever,wasnotagoodhandyman,sohewenttohelpcarrythematerials.Verymuchimpressedwiththeirexpertise,DwarfMickytookoutawadofhundreddolrbillsandwalkedintothehousesaying, “Heyguys!Gooodwork!”Hewentaboutgivingoutcash,pressinghundreddolrbillsintothehandsofeveryworkerintheroomsaying, “Gobuysomewine.”WhenhecametoIke,thedesigner,hestillhadhalfthewadofcashleft.Heweohimandsaid, “Areyoutheheadmanhere?Yoodmanandgood-looking,too.OnlyIdon’tknowwhetheryouareamanorawoman.Butitdoesn’tmatter.Takeallthis.It’sallyours.”Ikewastakenabaddidn’tknowwhethertoacceptthemoneyornot. “It’sOK.Takeit”saidDwarfMicky.“It’sabonusfromtheboss”pointingtothebackyard.IkelookedoutandsawDimitrisittingintheyardwearingoldclothes,anolive-coloredsafarihatandholdingawhiteeinhishand,evidentlyablindman. “Couldhebetheboss/”hewondered.AnoldermanaroundsixtyyearsoldinagreysuitwhostoodbehindDimitrismiledathimandnoddedhishead,indigitwasalrighttotakethemohatmanlookedlikeabigshot.IkeputthemoneyinhispocketandtookastepforwardintendingtogooverandthankDimitri.Buttheoldermanshookhisheadasiftosay,“Don’teover.It’snotnecessary.”Ikestopped.Mr.KaffeebentdownandsaidtoDimitri. “ThatdesignerIkewaoeoverandthankyou.Isignaledhimnottodoso.”Dimitriimutedbythegenerosityoftheirboss,theworkersworkedonevenmoreeically.Justhen,Richardcamedow