Chapter 911 Star Chaser Girl: Daddy won’t be cheated on, right?Finally, at Barba's invitation, Peter went to her house.

Barbara's home.

"Are you Peter Padrick?"

Barbara asked in shock.

"Yes, what's the problem?"

"No, I mean, this is a little unbelievable. You are a celebrity in Smallwell Town. I've heard a lot of people talk about you before."

Barbara said in surprise.

As a new resident of the small town, she had heard a lot about Peter's deeds.

For example, meteorites often fall on Peter's farm, his children seem to be extraordinary people, and the town is secretly controlled by the Padrick family.All this news adds to the mystery of Peter.

What shocked her was that Peter should be a middle-aged man about her age, but he was unexpectedly so young!"It means I'm well-known in this small town."

Peter smiled at him, then looked around the room.

There are many bookshelves in the living room, and the bookshelves are filled with books.

Seeing Peter's eyes fixed on the bookshelf, Barbara explained to Peter: "I'm a writer, so I often put some big and difficult books in my room."

"writer?"

Peter walked to the bookshelf with a little surprise and pulled out a book at random.

The name on the cover caught his eye - "Conway's Daughter".

"I've read this book. It's about a girl who runs away from home, right?"

"Yes, you're the only one I met in town who has read the book!"

A look of shock came over Barbara's face.

The relationship between the two people quickly became closer.

Peter nodded pretentiously, "It seems that I am the only person with a book in this town."

Hearing Peter's words, Barbara couldn't help but smile, and then she laughed, and the atmosphere immediately became much more harmonious.

She suddenly thought of the sentence she had written in this book:

Fate is not blind, but has sight, and intends to use the universe as a millstone to grind helpless creatures into powder, to make bread that mortals cannot understand.

Peter didn't know that the literary young woman in front of him suddenly became sentimental. He sat on the sofa and said to Barbara: "I like "Conway's Daughter" very much. I guess you have heard this a lot, right?"

“It’s shockingly little.”

Barbara said honestly.

"Although I think Conway's Daughter is good, my coffee shop friends are reluctant to express their opinions, and most book reviewers want to throw stones at it. Well, that's how book reviewers treat you. The plot is gone, and the logic is all over the place. That's how they evaluate it."

“But I think it’s good.”

"Have you read my new book, Mr. Padraic?"

Peter shook his head. "Just call me Peter. I haven't read it yet. Maybe you can introduce it to me."

"Well, my new book, the one called 'Billy Says Don't Stop,' my husband says it's a little cheesy."

Barbara said a little frustratedly: "The language is indeed rude, but if you want to write about an uneducated country boy, you can't - well, what would you like to drink, Peter, coffee or tea?"

Peter looked into Barbara's eyes and smiled warmly.

"Coffee will do."

Barbara, in a good mood, got up and poured Peter a cup of coffee.

"I haven't written for a long time since I finished my last book. When I was in New York, I was thinking about changing jobs, so I came here."

“The life in the big city was a bit stressful, and it made me want to escape, so I moved to this small town, hoping to find a job and start writing in my spare time.”

Barbara said to Peter with a shrug.

Her neck was healthily tanned, with well-proportioned bones and flesh.

Wearing a colorful printed straight-tube blouse, it highlights her beautiful figure.

"What kind of job are you looking for?"

She shrugged and said:"I'm thinking about it. I got a bachelor's degree from Boston University... To be honest, it's not even as valuable as the paper it's printed on. I majored in art and minored in English literature. I'm useless and a complete idiot. I haven't even been trained to be an office girl. Some of my former female classmates are very happy as secretaries, but I can't even get past the level 1 typist."

Barbara couldn't help but tell Peter about her troubles.

"So what are your options?"

"Uh... maybe the publishing house,"

She hesitated, "Or a magazine... or maybe an advertising company, somewhere that needs someone who can write or design on demand. I'm good at that. I have a portfolio, and in addition to writing, I also have experience in painting."

"Do you have any direction?"

Peter asked kindly.

"No...no, but..."

Peter continued, "It's a bit troublesome to have no direction."

He had a good impression of the artistic young woman in front of him and said a few more words to her.

Peter then asked her, "Have you ever sold any work locally?"

"Oh, of course."

Barbara smiled. "The biggest order right now is for Super Cinema. They're going to open a new theater with three screens in the Metropolitan. They bought twelve paintings to hang in the lobby. They paid me $1,700."

But soon her eyes turned to Peter, "But actually, I want to write a novel about Smallwell."

"In Smallwell Town? What's it about? Why choose this place?" Peter asked curiously.

Rocky once wrote a novel, but it wasn't about Smallville.

He was interested in Barbara's novels.

I don’t know if I will appear in the novel.

Facing Peter's curiosity, Barbara explained: "I used to live in Blue Valley Town."

"I lived in a town similar to this one for four years. My home was on Burns Road outside of town."

Barbara reminisced about the old days.

"I lived in a small town with my aunt Cindy, Cynthia Stoven. After my father passed away, my mother experienced a...how should I put it? It was a mental breakdown, so she sent me to Aunt Cindy's house to let her calm down. A few years later, Aunt Cindy sent me back to my mother in Long Island."

Barbara looked at her own face in the mirror on the living room wall.

"When I was little, I often played war games with the Gardner children in the Great Swamp, pretended to be pirates in the pond on the Imperial River, and played capture the flag and hide and seek in the park. After I left Aunt Cindy, my mother and I moved around and had a hard time. My mother committed suicide when I was fourteen, but long before that, the shiny magic dust fell off my body."

"The place where magic once existed is in that town. It's still there now, but there are not many people in the town anymore."

She smiled at Peter with emotion and said, "I have always wanted to write about the story of Blue Valley Town, but the town has gradually declined and people have moved away one after another. There is no one in the town that I can interview and write about anymore."

Barbara looked at Peter and said with emotion, "But I feel that this town seems to have more hidden secrets than Blue Valley Town, so if I write a novel like this, it might be very popular."

Soon she realized that she had said too much and apologized to Peter: "I'm sorry, I don't know why I talked so much."

She was a little shocked when she saw this, because she usually didn't talk about these things, even to her husband.

Could it be because he met a reader of his and that reader saved him?"It's ok."

Peter shook his head.

He understood.

Perhaps this literary young woman had no one to talk to and had been keeping it in her heart for a long time, so once she got excited she couldn't stop.

The two talked for a while longer, and Peter checked his watch.

The school board meeting is about to begin.

Peter stood up and told the other party that he had something else to do and prepared to leave.

Barbara walked Peter out the door with some regret.

Just at this moment, Pat got out of the car with Courtney and his son Mike.

Pat was immediately stunned when he saw his wife sending Peter out the door with a smile on her face that he had never seen before.

What's happening here?Courtney, who got out of the passenger seat, also saw Peter.

Seeing the other party coming out with his mother chatting happily, Courtney's expression was a little dazed.

No wonder Star Rod found Peter Patrick, it turns out he had known my mother for a long time.

Could he be his biological father? !

Courtney got a little excited when she thought of this.

But when she looked at Pat next to her, whose face looked a little strange, she quickly shook off her little thoughts.

No!

Pat seemed a little pitiful now, and his mother came out chatting happily with another man.

I have to pretend that I don't see it, otherwise it will be too irritating to him.

Peter also noticed Courtney, who looked a little excited, and nodded slightly to her, then turned and left.

After Peter left, Mike curiously asked Stargirl, "Courtney, do you know him?"

"No!"

Courtney immediately denied it.

Mike nodded and looked at Pat, "Dad, are you jealous?"

Pat coughed and patted the naughty boy's head hard.

"What nonsense! That could be your mother's friend."

The naughty boy Mike pretended to be mature and sighed, "Poor dad, now he has to deceive himself."

Pat: “.”

Although he said he didn't care, he actually cared a lot.

Peter Padrick actually knows his own wife?!A great sense of vigilance rose in his heart.

night.

Padraic Farm.

After nightfall, the door of Tom's room creaked open.

A dark shadow stepped out of the door, but quickly retracted his foot.

Tom closed the door and waited until there was no movement outside before changing into a black Hogwarts teacher's robe.

Taking out his wand, Tom put on his hood and flew out of the window with a whoosh.

The sky was overcast and it looked like it was going to rain.

As soon as Tom flew out of the farm, Star-Lord, who lived next door to him, immediately jumped up.

He changed his shoes, walked quickly to the window and looked in the direction Tom left.

(End of this chapter)