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Chapter 194 I Didn't Expect You To Be A Man With Big Eyebrows And Big Eyes

"Sokovia is just a country that exists between the cracks. Poland, Slovakia, the Czech Republic, and Austria are connected to us at the same time. Don't they have the ability to destroy us? They just use us as a buffer zone between them." Django saw Looking at the people coming and going around, there is confusion and melancholy about the future of my hometown in my eyes, "There are not many things we can do for the people, and there are only these."

"It's good to have such a heart. You have tried your best to do what you should do." Chris said.

An old-fashioned bus stopped at the roadside platform, and a large group of children jumped out of the bus, said goodbye to their companions, and ran towards their home excitedly.

"Don't talk about me, Mr. E. Chris, have you found the planner of the attack?"

Chris nodded, took out a document screened by Patton and Natasha, and handed it to Django: "Speaking of which, without the government building, where do you all work now?"

"Of course it's telecommuting. Although Sokovia doesn't seem to be very developed, we still have basic network coverage." Django took the file and didn't open the bag, but opened his briefcase and put it away. , "Let's go to my house, Mr. Chris, there are a little more people here."

Although Django can be regarded as a high-ranking figure in the Sokovia government, at least within the top [-], he lives in a very ordinary residential building, which is quite close to the previous office building. It can be reached in ten minutes or so, which is considered a good location.

The environment of the residential building is not bad, because there are fifteen floors at the highest, so there are elevators. Django lives on the ninth floor near the center, and the elevator will arrive in a while.When you get out of the elevator, you can see a safe passage with a fire door. There are also fire pipes and two types of fire extinguishers on the wall beside the door. The facilities in all aspects look quite good.

Django took out the key from his trouser pocket, opened the door of the room, and after helping Chris take out the slippers for entertaining guests, he greeted inside: "Mary, I'm back, there are guests here."

A middle-aged woman wearing an apron walked out of the house. She was about forty years old. It seemed that her skin was not very good due to housework and oily smoke, but she looked like a first-class beauty. At least a truck load of lads who were smitten with her and pursued her at a young age.

"Mary, this is Mr. Chris, he is visiting our house. Mr. Chris, this is my love, Mary." Django took off his hat, stood beside Mary, and introduced each other .The difference between the couple standing together can be described as great. It is hard to imagine how Django chased such a beautiful wife back then.

"Hi, I'm Django's wife, Mary. You can just call me Mary, come on, please come in." Mary's behavior was quite decent and elegant, and Chris guessed that she might have been born in a family with a lot of heritage, There is no guarantee that the ancestors may even be of noble origin.After taking the hat and coat that Django took off, Mary ushered them into the living room.

Django greeted Chris very enthusiastically to sit down, and asked Mary to prepare some tea for Chris, while he took out the document from his briefcase and read it.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Chris, we haven't prepared much tea for entertaining guests at home, can only black tea be okay?"

Chris glanced at Mary in surprise, but noticed that her expression was as usual, and she obviously had no other intentions: "Of course, Ms. Mary." With people who are not very familiar, Chris has always restrained himself.But as soon as he gets acquainted with him, Chris will strip off his disguise like a hooligan.

"Ms. Mary seems to be from a scholarly family? I see that your speech and behavior seem to be unique to a scholar's family." While Django was reading the documents carefully, Chris took Mary's brewed black tea , the taste is very good.Idle is also idle, Chris simply chatted with Mary.Thanks to the systematic translation, even Chris's Mandarin with a hint of dialect is translated into English with confidence in Mary's ears.

Mary smiled gently: "It is true that there are elders in the family who are engaged in the art industry, but we are not considered a scholarly family." After speaking, Mary stood up and took a photo from the TV cabinet. There was no dust on it. It looks like it is usually being cleaned.Above the photo is a family portrait.

"This is my grandfather, he is an oil painter. And this little boy is my father." Mary pointed to the photo and said.Chris noticed that the photo was taken in June 1957.In the photo, a man is smiling with a little boy in his arms, and he is very distressed. "Not long after I was born, my grandfather was assigned to go abroad to conduct cultural exchanges with neighboring countries. This trip lasted two years."

Chris looked at the costumes and home decorations of the characters in the photos, which were in the style of Maoziguo in the 60s, but at that time, it was called the Soviet Union: "Ms. Mary, I thought you were a native of Sokovia. "

"My childhood was spent in the Ivanov region of the Soviet Union. Our family did not leave there until my grandfather passed away in 93." Mary recalled, "My father inherited the mantle of my grandfather and also became a A painter. We traveled to Ukraine, Poland, Slovakia, and finally, we settled in Sokovia. Now that I think about it, half of my life has been spent in Sokovia, barely half Sokovians."

"What is the old man's name?" Chris felt that this experience was very familiar.Although he is not an art student, he has heard of a painter who came to China to set up an oil painting training class during the sweet period between the motherland and the Soviet Union in his previous life.Chris thought to himself, there can't be such a coincidence in the world.

"Although my grandfather has made many achievements in art, compared with Ivanov, the celebrity in my hometown, his international reputation is not high. You probably haven't heard of it." Mary smiled and looked at Chris.Chris doesn't look like an art student at all, and he's not very old, "His name is Konstantin MacFageevitch Maximov."

"It really is this old man. I know his name quite well." And he is only two years older than me.Of course, Chris didn't say the last sentence in his heart.

"Oh? I didn't expect Mr. Chris, you look young, but you also like oil painting?" Mary didn't expect that Chris actually knew her grandfather.After all, most people in their 30s and [-]s like popular games, comics, and movie music these days. Some like oil paintings, but definitely not many.

"But, Ms. Mary, has your full name been Mary Maximoff? I thought you changed your surname after marrying Django. Was he married?"

When Chris mentioned this, Mary showed a shy smile: "Actually, neither of us changed our surnames. Django is my distant cousin."

Jiang Ge, who had been looking down at the document, suddenly felt that something was staring at him, and when he looked up, he saw Chris looking at him with an unexplainable gaze——

Sokovia is so close to Germany, why not take a look?

(End of this chapter)