jdhmnovel Chapter 339: Little Pigeon of Hollywood 3
Chapter 339: Little Pigeon of Hollywood 3
No matter what he said, the little pigeon just laughed. But when he cried, the little pigeon wiped his tears and said, "Don't cry, don't cry, have some candy."
The advantages of not speaking the same language were fully demonstrated at this moment.
The little pigeon just needs to be a good baby, lol~
John said a lot, but in the end he just sighed, picked up the suitcase, and walked slowly holding her hand.
"Let me teach you to speak first. It's my fault too. I'm not fluent in your language. It's Daddy's fault..."
The little pigeon felt a rare tinge of guilt, but it only lasted a second. He continued to look up and smiled innocently, "No wonder the original owner was so kind..."
John touched her head and said, "Come on, my little angel, let's go home."
"Okay, Daddy, my feet are not tired~" The little pigeon grabbed his big hand, looked at the distant road, and said sweetly.
John: "..."
……
Riding on John's neck, the two returned to "home".
John panted and put the little pigeon down with a smile. "My little pigeon, we are home. Do you like it?"
I saw the dilapidated church, and a piece of wood fell off the wind...
The little pigeon pulled the corners of his stiff mouth and said, "Daddy, I like it."
……
With John's return, more people came to the church, including those who came to worship and atone for their sins, nuns, and poor people who came to beg for food.
Of course, there are also many hooligans and drunkards who just eat and drink for free.
This made the little pigeon unhappy. She secretly remembered it and always gave them a few knockout blows when no one was around.
After so many times, those people stopped coming, and more of the church’s food went to those who really needed it.
The little pigeon put on a colorful little skirt and showed it off to John proudly. John always smiled happily.
Most people in the church liked her very much and called her the porcelain doll.
Time flies. Little Pigeon has been here for a year. She has started to lose her teeth and has grown a lot taller.
In order to avoid scaring John, the little pigeon gradually showed off his strong martial arts skills.
At this time, her great strength can be used.
The church was in a dilapidated state, but John was always reluctant to spend money on repairing it. He just kept renovating it, piece by piece, and most of the time he did it himself.
This situation happened in the original owner's life, and it was not until he grew up and earned money that the house was completely repaired and expanded.
Now, that won’t work...
It rained heavily that day. The sky cleared up after the rain, but the house was not clear. Rain was dripping everywhere inside the house.
The little pigeon kept pestering him to fix it, but he always said it would be fine after a little patching. The little pigeon tried to persuade him several times, but he insisted on spending the money wisely and refused to listen.
The little pigeon hugged himself angrily, rolled his eyes, walked forward and dug at the wall seemingly lightly, pulled out a brick, and then kicked the wall over.
"Daddy, if you still can't bear to repair it, I will tear down all these houses!"
John: "..."
Seeing that he didn't move, the little pigeon tore down the window he had just cleaned and pretended to throw it to the ground. "Will you fix it or not?"
"Oh my god, no no no! Put down that piece of glass, kid!" John was sweating. This is the Virgin Mary! The church only has a few pieces!
The little pigeon pouted in dissatisfaction and raised the glass with one hand, "Daddy, build it according to the blueprint I drew!"
"OKOK, put it down quickly, Lord, please forgive this child!"
John looked at her holding the glass in one hand and stretching out a finger with the other hand, shaking it in dissatisfaction. John was almost scared to death!
The little pigeon smiled, put the glass in place, and hugged John, who had just added the cross. "Daddy is the best. I've already drawn the blueprint! Come with me to see it! Let's start repairing it today!"
John was annoyed by her troubles, so he waved away the nuns who were watching the fun, took the little pigeon's hand, and went with her to look at the blueprints.
On the way, John sighed and said, "It's not that Dad doesn't want to build it, but it's very troublesome to build it. The workers' working time is a big problem."
The working hours here are indeed very long, but there is Chinatown, and there are also many coolies in Chinatown.
"Daddy, go to Chinatown. They work very quickly. Just provide food and pay. If the locals don't want to earn money, then don't earn it for them!"
"Dad, let's make use of the open space around the church so we can help more people~"
"Daddy..."
"...How do you know so much?"
"I come into contact with many people every day, so it's natural!"
The soft call of "Daddy" and the well-reasoned plans made John waver.
"Okay." John sighed and touched her head.
Yes, after the church is expanded, it can naturally accommodate more people, and the homeless people will have a place to stay at night, which is always much safer.
John compromised and silently counted the few gold coins in his mind, feeling a little worried.
The little pigeon pulled the worried John to a chair and stuffed his "masterpiece" into John's arms.
John took the messy lines and his eyes hurt, "Uh... what is this?"
Little Pigeon stood beside him. Fatty pointed at the pitch-black area and said, "This is the dorm area, Daddy. This is the person lying there!"
"Daddy, look, this is the main entrance to the church, this is the study, where the nuns live, and, well, we need to raise some cows here." There were a few black and white wooden horses with big breasts painted on them...