Zimerman Axel Robi
343 Words
Charlotte could not have imagined that he would be sent to Kilmeinham Prison on business, and was appreciated by his senior officer, Miss Menilman, and even received an unexpected promotion and salary increase.
However, no matter how perfect the start is, it can't relieve the pressure from the bottom of the heart.
The room was getting dark. Charlotte didn't turn on the light, and there was no light to turn on. There was no street lamp on the road outside the window. It was dark after nightfall, which was very different from the world he came.
Every city has street lights. After nightfall, the lights are brightly lit, even brighter than the stars in the sky. Such a world is a thing of the past.
For a long time, Charlotte gently clenched his fist, waved a little, and said in a low voice: "Teacher Huang Hasan, you did a good job today."
"Please continue to work hard tomorrow and come on."
He gave himself an encouragement, felt out the kerosene lighter, gently toggled the gears, rubbed the flint, and lit the oil lamp in the room.
Although dim and yellow, but the oil lamp is also a lamp.
Charlotte looked at it for a moment. This room belongs to him. The apartment is only available to single young people, so the pattern of the apartment only has one room.
It has an independent bathroom, which means that there has been a sewer project in this era, but there is no independent kitchen. You can only use a kerosene stove to make coffee, make some soup, or simple wheat porridge.
The layout of the room is a combination of a bedroom and a study room, with a desk, not too big but enough for writing, a cabinet for clothes, and a single sofa.
When Charlotte saw the gas stove, he couldn't help but feel hungry. He did not eat the whole day.
Miss Menilman seemed to have forgotten about it, and she did not eat anything, and naturally would not prepare food for Charlotte.
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