What happened to Isaac?

A week later, news of Dean Robert's execution this summer hit the newspapers, along with Xavier's name and photo in the headlines.

Early that morning, Gordon knocked on Xavier's door with a smile: "You're famous again."

"Oh! That's not the case," Xavier let the door open. "Come in and sit down."

When Gordon came, he also helped Xavier bring the "Heavenly Science Monitor" in the mailbox.Wartime news again on the front page:

"Hell unilaterally tore up the "Agreement Document on the Ownership of the Northern Hemisphere of the Earth". At present, the first and second heavens have entered wartime alert, and have sent an angelic army to the border of hell to prepare for war."

Gordon said, "Be careful these days, Langdon. Now that heaven and hell are at odds, your relationship may not stand up to prosecution."

"Ah, that's what you said. But I didn't have any bad luck with anyone in particular, so I shouldn't be so unlucky," Xavier said, "Besides, it's not me who wants to bind me and Isaac. I'm still During the probation period, I worked hard every day to do white jobs for heaven."

Gordon made a gesture to cover his mouth: "Do you dare to question heaven and want to reincarnate?"

"How can I, I just stated the facts."

Gordon laughed.

Then they chatted over tea, about everything from Prohibition in the United States to gossip about a succubus who provoked eighteen angels, and finally, the conversation turned to a new planet in the constellation Centaurus that is currently in the spotlight, although it is still in development In the middle, but the largest jump exchange station will be built on it so far, and it will become very prosperous in the future.

"There is one special assignment left now," Gordon asked. "It should have been randomly selected according to the application form, but after all, I have a good relationship with you, so I will secretly give it to you."

Facing such a good opportunity, Xavier hesitated: "This is not good."

"what is the relationship?"

"Actually, I mainly want to," Xavier said, "if I want to go, can I bring these people in my family?"

"Take your succubus at most. It's one thing if people on Earth are willing to go, but it's another thing if they can adapt to it. If I remember correctly, the air there is full of nitrogen."

"Then I'm afraid..."

"You really lost your mind!" Gordon said bitterly. "It's useless to take away the pound anyway. You really don't worry. Leave all the money to them. I think it will be enough for two lifetimes."

"But Sally is so young, and she just lost her father, and I'm worried about her," Xavier said. "Now she only talks to a few of us, but she has a long way to go before she really trusts us. Go. What will she do if I leave? You can't open up to strangers over and over again."

"Hey, God. It's not your own child. What are you so concerned about? Human beings are so fragile. If you just raise them and marry them, everything will be fine. Let me tell you, no one understands human beings better than me: when she has Everything is fine, baby."

Speaking of this, Xavier still shook his head hesitantly, but he did not forget to give Gordon a thoughtful step: "If not, I will also write an application. As for whether to go or not, let the probability decide .”

Gordon snorted and said, "No need. Do I still beg you to go? The other angels wish they had less competitors! Everyone likes getting rich. If you regret it later, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Xavier repeatedly said yes.

Perhaps because of this little friction, the ensuing conversation always had an awkward atmosphere.Fortunately, Gordon didn't intend to stay for dinner, and after two rounds of politeness with Xavier, he put on his hat and prepared to leave.Stepping into his shoes and stepping out of the porch, Gordon turned to look at Xavier leaning on the door frame: "You just like to meddle too much, Xavier."

**

At noon, Isaac came back from a walk with Sally, and saw Xavier smoking a cigarette standing in front of the French window from a distance.Approaching, Xavier saw them, reluctantly licked the corners of his mouth, and greeted them.

Sally tugged at Isaac's sleeve uneasily, and Isaac rubbed her head reassuringly, messing up the braid Daisy had made for her.

During the lunch break, Xavier half-lyed on the bed and read the "Mandatory Manual for Paradise Employees", marking it with a pencil from time to time.

Isaac sat down to the side, reached out to fiddle with Xavier's blond hair, and scratched the bridge of his nose, causing the angel to tilt his head frequently to avoid him.

"What's the matter? Is Uncle Xavier unhappy?" Isaac pinched his nose and asked in Sally's tone.

Xavier couldn't help but smiled and said, "No, it's just a little annoying."

"What's bothering you?"

"Oh, that's a long story."

"Then don't talk about it," Isaac took the manual from Xavier's hand and threw it on the sofa, and he himself got into Xavier's arms, "Let the amazing Isaac solve your problems for you—"

Because Xavier drew the curtains beforehand, the author didn't know what happened inside.In short, there was a playful tenderness for a while, the two of them stuck together, and after a while they got up unbearably to take a shower, and then opened all the windows.

The weather is getting hotter.

"Look," Xavier complained, "you insist on doing it, it's hot, it's late afternoon."

"Don't force yourself if you have the ability!" Isaac said, "...It's so annoying, it's not the hottest time yet. Tell me, how do those June brides resist running away?"

"I can't figure it out," Xavier said.

As summer approaches, the sweltering heat before precipitation becomes more and more unbearable.Thinking about it, after a while, the cicadas will wake up, and it will add to the restlessness at that time.When it was hottest in the past, Xavier would put a basin of ice cubes behind the fan, so that the wind blowing out would be slightly cooler, but it would also easily make the ground wet, and the expensive wooden floor could not withstand soaking water.

"Do you want to travel?" Xavier asked suddenly.

"……what?"

"Let's go to America, I think. Let's rent a cottage on Long Island, just the two of us," Xavier said.

"The sun is coming out from the west," Isaac said, "you're still willing to spend money to invite me to travel? It's still so far away, crazy! Do you want to leave me there? I won't go."

"How can this happen?" Xavier couldn't laugh or cry, "Oh, it's not a matter of a day or two anyway, let's talk about it when the time comes!"

Originally, Isaac thought it was just Xavier's delusional fantasy, but he didn't expect that he actually embezzled the next year's annual leave and set off for Long Island vacation with Isaac in May.

On the way, Xavier became seasick, and did not recover from his groggy until he landed.According to him, he had never had such a severe reaction.This doesn't seem like a good start.

"People go to places like Cannes on vacation," Isaac said, "I don't know what your idea is. I thought you were going to see Robert's execution."

"Him? Oh, what's so interesting about hanging. It's a long night and dreams..."

"What's with the long night and the many dreams?"

"It's nothing."

Isaac was a little confused.

Even on vacation, Xavier looked so sullen.He was reading the "Mandatory Handbook for Paradise Employees" all day long, and occasionally raised his head and looked out of the window melancholy. The sky outside was gray and stormy, and every window in the room was open. A gust of wind, the electric fan hissing and blowing hot air in vain.The angel and the devil sat slumped on the rattan chair, relatively speechless, not to mention going to bed, they didn't even want to touch their fingers together.

"It's hotter than England!" Isaac complained.

Xavier let out a long sigh.Suddenly, bang!A slap on the calf, killing a mosquito.

Indeed, the trip to Long Island was not as good as Xavier said, but Xavier himself should be the most dissatisfied among them. This self-proclaimed elegant guy doesn't like those American neighbors.However, with little work to do, Xavier began to feel bored after reading all the newspapers for the day.Isaac took him to go fishing, but Xavier didn't have the talent for it, and at the same time he didn't like doing things he couldn't do well.

A few days later, Xavier found himself a job writing a perfume ad.In his words, if a person can write a report of tens of thousands of words at any time, it is no longer difficult to write any manuscript-he is already a complete nonsense and beautiful article generator: give me Fitzgerald's Rhyme, give me Wilde style, give me a long poem, give me two or three sentences... OK, no problem.

Sometimes, Xavier would drive Isaac to eat out in the city. After the meal, each of them would have a bottle of soda, and turn to the theater to watch something. After the show, the two would drag along the brick road, sometimes smoking , sometimes not, often lost.Many businessmen followed them most of the way, trying to sell completely useless products; many fashionable young men and women chatted and laughed, not knowing that they had just passed an angel.

Later, Isaac looked back on that day and felt that it was the same as before.During the day, Xavier suddenly opened the closet and carefully selected a formal suit for himself and Isaac to wear. That night, with an invitation letter, he drove to a rich family in West Egg Town to attend a party.

"Do you know him?" Isaac asked.Sitting in the convertible, the wind blew his voice away.

"I don't know!" Xavier replied loudly.

"Then why did he give you an invitation letter?"

"I don't know! However, as long as you have enough money, even God can call you to eat!"