I heard that you are the number one assassin in Tiandu

The person who came was a tall man, dragging a suitcase and carrying a bag, standing at the door and staring at me with a stern expression, his lips were tightly pressed, and he didn't mean to apologize at all.Because he was so much taller than me, I couldn't accurately judge how tall he was from the angle of looking up, and immediately gave up the idea of ​​seeking revenge.

But his arrogant and arrogant attitude made me very angry. After all, being hit by the door panel really hurts.

A trace of hesitation flashed in his eyes, and he tentatively said, "Excuse me?"

The tone sounds a little strange, maybe because I'm not used to the accent of the people here.But this person looked quite winking, and he knew that I was not easy to mess with as soon as he fought.

The other party apologized, and I was magnanimous: "Oh, it's okay, I rub it and it doesn't hurt anymore. My name is Joaquin, how about you?"

"Min Qiu." The boy was taciturn, his eyes dodging under the cover of slightly longer bangs, and he simply answered two words, looking down at his palm.

The two of us were too far apart in altitude, and his voice was so low that I could hardly hear him clearly, so I couldn't help muttering: "How tall are you?"

"1.8 meters six." He was anxious and restless like giving a signal, as if what he was talking about was a top secret, so be careful that the walls have ears.

A group of people came up from the direction of the stairs, listening to the movement, there were parents and students - today is the registration day, it is not surprising that female parents enter the male dormitory building.One of the female parents commented on the open-door dormitory and all the sights she could see from door to door. There were mixed reviews, most of which were disgusting. Although the volume was consciously lowered, the corridors were empty, and I was in It can be heard clearly in the room.

Standing at the door, the big man must have heard it more clearly.

He pushed the box towards the door, and looked at me anxiously and earnestly—at that glance, I seemed to see a small animal being hunted down by a hunter. He hides.

Hmm...it's an illusion.

I staggered away, made enough space for his big box, and signaled him to enter the door, but I didn't expect that not only did he not come in, but he took a step back from the door instead.

I looked out of the door curiously, good guy, plus the ones on his back and the ones in his hands, there are about a dozen bags in total, blocking the corridor.

Did he move his family here?

"You..." Seeing him rushing into the house, I also stepped forward to help, trying to lift a heavy weight, "Did you carry these all by yourself?"

The big man held one in his hand, kicked two on his feet, and tried to drive the last few bags into the house: "Yeah."

With so many bags, how many hands does he have?I can't imagine how he stacked them up together: "So much luggage, no one sent you here?"

The big guy rushed to finish the transfer before the parent commented on our dormitory, closed the door, and packed all the compact bags that could fit compactly, so as not to take up too much space-he seemed to be a conscious person.

"Yes, my dad sent me here." He wiped his sweat, looked up at the fan on the ceiling, and fanned his clothes with his hands in disappointment, "He went across to help me buy a house, and he will be back later .”

I:"……"

Is there something wrong with his expression or something wrong with my understanding?Or is a certain word in their dialect pronounced like "buy a house"?

He picked up a cardboard fan and kept fanning until I felt that Xia Tian was about to be fanned away by him.

There was only me in the room watching him fanning the fan, and him pretending not to see me. They were speechless, and it would be embarrassing not to make any noise.I was still thinking about how to speak, but he solemnly put down the cardboard and broke the silence: "Where are you from?"

I sat cross-legged on the stool, cupped my face and looked at him: "Hu Xing."

The big man was silent for a while, lowered his head and took out his mobile phone for a while, exhaled with relief, and when he looked up again, he had an expression of "long admiration": "Oh! I know, that's not the capital of children's clothing ?"

If he hadn't just searched for this title in front of me, maybe his praise would have been more convincing.

I nodded: "Yes, that's right there."

The big man felt at ease, and there was a smile on his face: "Then, your family makes children's clothes, right?"

What kind of industry flourishes in a region, not all the people in this region are engaged in this industry.But he was asking the right person, and I said, "Basically, my mother works in a children's clothing factory. She sews the pieces for children's clothes."

The big guy looked very happy, as if he was satisfied that he had found the topic of conversation, and pointed to me: "Oh! Then your mother made you?"

I:"……"

You only wear children's clothes!Your whole family wears children's clothing!

I looked at him indifferently: "No!"

The big man was terrified by my ferocious answer, he lowered his head and let out an "oh", wringing his fingers nervously.

I seem to be too fierce.

After all, I am a killer, he is just a child, I shouldn't scare him.I softened my tone and asked, "What about you, where is your hometown?"

He gave a name, and then even the house number of the street where he lived.I have never seen such a frank conversation. I feel that he is really a simple child. I can't live up to his trust, but... how vast is our country?How many towns, counties and cities are there?I really haven't heard of that place at all.

If it was someone else, the conversation would be deadlocked again, but I didn't panic when facing him, and I took out my phone to search.

However, that place on the map is blank, not even a small red dot of the township government.

I confirmed the address with him again, and searched again, but still found nothing-the conversation really reached a deadlock.

The big guy looked at his phone, looked at me, and took the initiative to make a rescue and said, "We are a small place, and it's normal if you haven't heard of it."

"Ah..." In fact, I know that when I am away from home, being looked down upon by others in my hometown is a very uncomfortable thing, so I went down the slope and said mockingly, "Haha, that's not it, it's me The geography is not so good, I don’t necessarily know what others know!”

The big one smiled, gratefully.

"By the way," he wiped his hands on his clothes, opened a luggage bag, took out a lunch box, stepped forward and brought it to me and asked, "Have you eaten? This is delicious. Would you like to try it?"

I don’t know if it’s because I only have my mother as a family member. Since I was a child, I have almost never been willing to share the food my mother prepared for me with others. The rating is not high.I can't bear such emotional risks, and I can't see the food that carries the love being let down, so I would rather let others eat the more expensive snacks I bought.In my heart, the person who can share the food made by my mother must be a very close relationship, and vice versa, the person who can give me the food made by the family, I would not exaggerate to say that it is a confidant. At least they will treat each other with sincerity.

It was a box of Chinese-style pasta, and the appearance was not too regular. The outer layer of the pastry was fried with a crispy skin on one side that was afraid of being bumped.I picked up one carefully to avoid damaging its left and right sides: "Then I'm not welcome?"

The big man nodded: "You eat, it's delicious, eat a few more."

From the time I got off the train to the school, I was so busy looking at new things along the way, I really didn't eat.I took a bite, but I could only taste the savory mutton stuffing inside, but I didn't know what ingredients were added: "It's delicious. What is this?"

"Mutton box!" The big man held the lunch box in both hands, "I just finished eating at the Muslim Street, and I ordered a few more takeaways!"

I:"……"

"If you haven't eaten, eat it all, I still have a lot here!" The big man said, put the lunch box on my table, went back to his luggage pile and unzipped several bags, revealing There are lunch boxes stacked one after another inside, "There are others, I will find you something delicious to try!"

"...Thank you." The expectation of self-indulgence is too high, and the gap is too great. At this moment, my appetite and interest have been reduced by more than ten times.I closed the lid of the lunch box and handed it over: "No need."

The big man was a little disappointed: "Isn't it delicious?"

It's delicious, but it's delicious—he can make it and sell it, and he can pack several copies. The taste is definitely not bad, but...it's not the flavor I expected.

Maybe it’s because I left home more than 1000 kilometers north and missed my family, and when I think of my mother, I can’t help being hypocritical and sensitive.I smiled wryly, shook my head secretly, and pretended to be relaxed and said, "It's delicious, but... I thought your mother made it."

"Oh." The big man tried to offer the treasure, with a smile on his face, he took the lunch box, "I've never seen my mother. I don't even know what she looks like."

Me: "..." I seem to have said something wrong.

He squatted on the ground and packed the lunch boxes in the luggage bag—I didn’t say, who would pack so much cooked food from this restaurant and bring it to school at one time?The sun is shining brightly in summer, how long can it be stored at a room temperature of nearly 30 degrees?

But looking at the back of him tidying up the boxes lonely, I suddenly felt very familiar, very similar to the scene when my mother couldn't come back from overtime at noon when I was young, and gave me a little money to buy food by myself.At that time, when my mother came home, she would ask me what I had for lunch. Of course, I used the money to buy the snacks I wanted to eat the most. I proudly reported to my mother that I bought eight-treasure porridge, white peaches in syrup, and sweet-scented osmanthus. Yuanzi, there is still a pack of popping candies, I'll save it for you to eat together when you come back.

Now that I think about it, it was inevitable, but I really didn’t think at the time that my mother scolded me by holding my little ear, to the effect that I was angry at me for buying things indiscriminately and for not being able to take care of myself at all.

The big man lowered his head and had a broad back. The T-shirt stuck to his back outlines a strong and vigorous curve, and the careful movements of his hands are extremely disproportionate to his figure, as if the soul in his body did not follow his will. The body grows together and looks like me pouting and pinching popping candy when I was a child.

I ran happily holding my beloved things but hit a wall. I didn't understand what went wrong with it, and I was at a loss.

Looking at his attire, I know that his family must be very good, but there are some intangible things that cannot be bought with money.At a critical stage of life, without the teaching of one of the "parents", people may not be able to learn it in their entire lives.

I... know that feeling.

I walked over, squatted next to him, and pretended to be curious, pawing at his luggage bag: "You buy so many cooked ones, how can you finish them?"

"I want to give it to you to eat," the big man's voice became dull again, returning to the time when we first met, "If you don't like it, I'll eat it myself."

I looked around, and as far as I could see, there were at least two dozen lunch boxes stacked together.I know that the amount of food is proportional to the body, but if it were me, I might not be able to finish it in two weeks. Could it be that the ratio coefficient between the two of us is not the same?

A lunch box is translucent, I pointed to it and said, "Is there 'Donkey Rolling' inside?"

The big man nodded sullenly: "Yeah."

This is a rice cake made in the north, which has a different flavor from our rice cake.I asked, "Can you give me a taste?"

The big guy immediately opened it, held the box in front of me, pointed to one of them and said, "Eat this first, this one looks good."

My stomach is only that big, and the mutton box with the stuffing and dough pies just now was filled very solidly. I gritted my teeth and picked one up, thinking that I can only help you so far.

I forced a smile and said, "Then I ate it!"

The big guy looked at me, although he didn’t grin, but his eyes reflected the happy stars against the light, and I seemed to be able to see the rewriting of the story of me bringing popping candies to my mother many years ago, This time it wasn't a tragic beating.

It's killing me.

The bean flour sticks to my hands and mouth, and the rice cakes are sweet and sticky.I choked and ate the whole piece: "Don't buy so much at once in the future."

The big one shrank back a little like a snail that had been touched by someone: "Oh, I see."

"It's not that you can't buy it for your classmates. It's because everyone hasn't arrived yet. You bought it in advance and it was a waste." I looked at the ground sadly and explained, "It's hot, I can't hold these."

The big man nodded obediently: "Yes, you are right."