my sister is a supermodel

Afterwards Ed said Ms. Aniston recommended me.

But until now I don't understand why she recommended me.

I thought about it carefully, probably because I am too handsome, what do you think? "

He was relieved when he heard a burst of hearty laughter from the phone. As long as Lima wasn't angry, he wouldn't worry about those gossips.

At six o'clock in the afternoon, after writing three chapters, he changed into clothes, put on a wig, rode a bicycle, and headed to 116th Street, where he was going to catch gangsters.

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169、Life is more than what is in front of me

"It's the first time I kissed your aunt's dimples, but I lost my head when I wanted to wake up~"

In the evening, on the 116th Street North of Third Avenue, Rocca sat slumped on a bench outside the green belt in a dirty wig, ripped jeans and dirty shoes.

Like the homeless man in the seat next door, he crossed his legs lazily and kept looking around the street, as if he was looking for a place to sleep, but in fact he was looking for suspicious people.

"Hey buddy, this is my place"

Suddenly, the homeless man next to him made a sound.

"What did you say?"

Roca turned his head, frowning slightly.

"Uh~"

The homeless man next to him was small and thin, as if he was frightened by his cold expression, his eyes flickered a few times, "Dude, you, do you want to sleep here, then I will let you"

"and many more!"

Seeing the other party getting up to leave, Roca twitched the corners of his mouth, "I won't sleep here, the weather is fine tonight, and I have to take advantage of the night to wander somewhere else."

"is it?"

The tramp heaved a sigh of relief, sat back on the bench again, put down his broken travel bag, dug it out, and took out an iron box, which contained rows of snow-white cigarettes.

"Do you smoke?"

asked the tramp.

Roca was surprised, "Thank you, I don't smoke."

The homeless man shrugged his shoulders, took out a cigarette, took out a lighter, and lit the cigarette.

Roca raised his brows. No matter how he looks at it, this person is fake. He uses a commemorative Zippo lighter to smoke high-end cigarettes. Is this the equipment that a homeless person should have? I really want to snatch his lighter.

"You don't look like a bum"

Just as he was about to say this, the tramp spoke.

"Oh why?"

Roca wondered.

"Your eyes are too bright, there are many things on your face"

said the homeless man, puffing his cigarette.

"Really? How about this?"

Roca restrained his eyes, which were full of confusion and loneliness.

"Haha, you must be an actor"

The tramp laughed.

Roca shrugged, "You don't look like a homeless person either."

"No, I am indeed a homeless person, a professional homeless person, I spend at least one month of homelessness every year, and I have persisted for six years"

"Why do you want to do this?"

"I have cancer, and eight years ago the doctor told me I had two years to live, so I quit my job, my family, my relationships, everything, and I walked around thinking I was going to die somewhere in some city , but I wandered for two years, but I didn’t die.”

The bum chuckled, his yellow tartar and unkempt beard beckoning professionally.

"Are you cured?"

Luo Hui said in surprise.

"Yes, my doctor told me that my condition is improving, haha~, since then, I have wandered out every year, and slowly I fell in love with this kind of life"

"congratulations!"

"Thank you, and you young man, what are you doing?"

asked the tramp.

Just as Rocca was about to answer, he saw Miranda get out of the car holding a bouquet of red roses. He immediately turned into a black cat sheriff, his eyes staring like copper bells.

"Haha, I think I understand, are you pursuing that girl? I wish you success!"

The tramp laughed.

"Thank you, and wish you a speedy recovery!"

Roca lowered the corner of his mouth and stared closely at the crowd behind Miranda, trying to find a suspicious person, but unfortunately there was none.

"Sorry, please step aside!"

At this time, a tall and thin man came from the street and sat on a bench. He put his hands in his pockets and stared closely at the crowd in the distance. His blue eyes were full of complex emotions, sometimes joy, Sometimes depressed, sometimes melancholy... I watched very deeply.

Roca was surprised to find that his eyes were on Miranda, and this person was very familiar.

"Thomas?"

Roca hesitated and shouted.

The man blinked and looked back at him, first puzzled and then surprised.

"Are you... Rocca?"

......

"Thomas, you have changed so much, what happened?"