Book2:KigdomIteDreams
书迷正在阅读：去找青梅竹马会碰上jiejiemeimei , 父温 , 硝烟美玉（黑道1v1h） , 最强特种兵 , 不是，都这么变态是吧（NP高H） , 晨曦夜暮-双生公主 , 被三个男人骗上了床 , 败 犬 合 集 , 《修个妹的仙》卷四 玄天宝地，诡境契机 , 港岛琥珀 , 独占（H）1v1 , 当我的世界来临
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