ride on the back of a dragon

Carat left a sentence: "Please wait for me for a while." Turned around and ran.He rushed back to the hotel and took out the unused wound ointment from his bag.The wound on the arm has completely healed and there is no need to apply medicine. Next, just wait for the scab to fall off, and the new skin will gradually blend in with the surrounding area.

"This is for you." Panting, he returned to the door of the dilapidated house and stuffed the ointment to Handy.And the other party obviously didn't expect his sudden physical contact, and withdrew his hand vigorously: "You...what do you want?"

Carat was a little embarrassed: "I hope you can believe that I am not malicious, Handy. You have an injury on your foot, and this medicine is very effective. You will know it after you try it. Every day..."

Before he could finish speaking, the short figure suddenly angrily took out a handful of coins from his pocket and threw them on the ground: "I'll give it back to you!" He grabbed Carat's round bracelet and threw it on the side of the uninvited guest along with the ointment. In his arms: "Now, get out of here!" He roared thickly. In fact, apart from his weird figure, Handy's words and deeds are not like a child at all.Carat left the medicine jar at the door, turned around and saw Hill standing not far away.

"He gave it back to me." Carat smiled and put the pendant back into her pocket.

"You shouldn't have left him the medicine. He won't take it," Hill said. "Midjet is suspicious by nature."

Carat didn't understand: "What is Mijiet? His last name?"

"It's a descendant of dwarves." Hill curled his lips, watching the medicine jar in the distance and finally complied with Carat's mind, and didn't go to get it back.

Carat slowly widened his eyes, and he looked at Hill in disbelief: "So the dwarves are real? Didn't everyone make them up?" He has also read many stories about the dwarves. The dwarves in the book live underground , Cautious and suspicious, greedy and jealous, good at alchemy and forging.

"Maybe. It's just a legend." Hill dragged him away from the dirty slum area: "But Mijiet is not the same as what is written in the book. Except for their body shape, they are no different from your ordinary humans, but they are indeed mostly A skilled craftsman."

Carat felt that Hill's tone was weird. Shouldn't that sentence mean that they are no different from "us humans"?Why did Hill suddenly separate himself from the human race?

"By the way, that Karma of yours should also have the blood of Mijet." Hill added sourly, and deliberately emphasized "yours".In Carat's impression, girls would be jealous because of this, especially in a small group of a few girls, they always hoped that they were each other's best friend in private, not one of their best friends.

"Me, me and her..." Carat didn't know how to explain it more sincerely. Hill was his first and most special friend.It was the first time he met a friend who cared about him so much, and he was flattered and shy.

"You put away your things. It's not always lucky to find them back." Hill obviously didn't want to discuss the issue of Karma in depth, and Carat didn't take it seriously, thinking about Mijiete along the way.

"Have you seen any other Midgets?" he asked Hill.

"Very rare. They are usually not very popular." Hill didn't say much, but Carat imagined that people usually don't like aliens and will subconsciously reject them. Appearance discrimination is the most common and unreasonable, and this This situation is more serious in the more remote and isolated places. For example, I was criticized and excluded everywhere in Chuyue City, but when I came here, it was nothing special because everyone had different skin colors.

They passed the market again, most of the torches were extinguished, and only a few merchants and stall owners were left in the quiet square to take inventory.The woman at the pickle stand slowly packed her things.Carat saw half a person's height of unsold pickles piled up on the ground aside.

"Hill, can you wait for me for a while." Carat thought for a while, "Well, can you give me a silver coin..." He was a little afraid to look into Hill's eyes, and now he regretted putting all the gold coins on Hand it over, I didn't secretly keep one or two coins.He suddenly thought of those men in Chuanyue City who entrusted their wives to keep their money. In the few days before wages were paid at the end of the month, they could only watch helplessly in front of the tavern.

Hill didn't intend to skimp, and directly took out a silver coin and put it in his hand: "What do you want to buy?"

Carat pointed to the stall owner in the distance: "I want to ask her some questions." He flicked his thumb, and the silver coin spun into the air, and when it fell, he caught it back in his hand: "But it seems that this is needed." He now Learn to sell now.

Picking out a few cans of pickles at random, when the stall owner reached for the silver coins, Carat didn't let go: "Can you tell me about Handy?"

"You're not a local." The woman took off the old wooden hairpin with some scratches and put it back into a loose bun: "All the locals know him. He's just a local ruffian. He's just picking on you strangers from other places."

"He lives alone?" Carat offered to help her move the pickles on the ground into the cart.

"Yeah. His father died a few years ago." The woman didn't take it seriously: "Have you found what you lost?"

"I found it, thank you." Carat helped her put the empty wine barrel onto the cart: "He... what does his father do? Where is his mother? I saw that he was injured..."

"His father? Oh, the bad old man is thinner than him. He is a blacksmith. He has never seen his mother. They had a tool shop at first, and the craftsmanship was not bad. But then it fell. Young man, you are so soft-hearted, you must know that there are too many poor people in the world, but there must be something to hate about poor people.” The stall owner didn’t intend to stay for a long time: “That’s a wild dog, don’t expect him to know his kindness. Report, beware of being bitten."

Carat watched her go, and took Hill back to the hotel door with pickles: "Go up and rest first."

"Where are you going? Birch Street?" Hill frowned.

"Well, you didn't see... Hill, he has a lot of injuries on his arms and legs. At least, let him wipe off the medicine." Kela shook the pickle jar in his hand: "Give these to him by the way, anyway Bought so much."

"And then. Let him wipe off the medicine this time, what's next?" Hill stopped him and asked, "Kara, he's a thief. Those injuries may be his punishment for stealing things. He has hands and feet and choices, yes He chose to be a despicable person."

"Hill, sometimes some people seem to have a choice, but in fact they don't." Carat recalled the musty-smelling dilapidated house and Handy's horrified and sharp eyes: "Who would rather get hurt and steal to get by, if not Desperate..." Cara gently broke away from Hill's hand, he felt that the poor man might not necessarily have something to hate.

Hill was taken aback, and folded his arms back to his chest: "Yes, maybe he will meet other soft-hearted, easy-to-deceive people like you in the future, and then give him medicine and food." Hill finished speaking Turning around and entering the hotel, the night in the mountains was darker and dew heavier, and Carat walked alone on the stone road.He knew why Hill was angry, but he knew better what it was like to be isolated, belittled, and excluded. Sometimes, as long as he could get a little kindness from the outside world at the right time, the result would be completely different.

He picked up the untouched ointment at the door and knocked on the door again.

Handy opened the door and saw him as if he saw a ghost: "Damn... I have already paid you back the things, what do you want?"

"Well, these are for you." Carat bent down and stuffed a handful of pickle jars to Handy: "I bought too much, and I can't fit it."

Handy reluctantly took it and piled it on the ground beside the door.

"Can I come in?" Carla asked, leaning forward.

"Whatever. But as you can see, I have no place to entertain you." Handy sat down on the dirty quilt: "Tell me, what do you want to do."

"You are a craftsman, right?" Carat bent over and entered the room, and sat by the door frame.

"Oh." Handy sneered: "You are mistaken, beautiful and noble sir. As you can see, I am a thief. I use stolen money to pay rent. Occasionally I meet a hypocritical gentleman like you. Got a few cans of pickles. Why, did you wait for me to thank you?" Handy stared at him with his arms folded, with unfriendly eyes, and Clara saw that there were old scars intertwined on his arms, which seemed to be old.

"My name is Carat, and I'm not a noble gentleman. I come from the desert, and I'm a...strange man." Carat introduced herself: "The pendant you took away today was made by my father, Dai Ann is my mother's name. She left when I was a child, so the pendant must not be lost."

Handy raised one eyebrow with a look of indigestion: "You..."

"Handy, have you heard of the Valley of the First Moon? I was there too, similar to you, not very popular, and only made my first friend. So now I want to come out and see, since I don't need me there, I don't accept it Me, then I'll try another place, and I can always find it, right?"

"...You don't need to tell me this, I'm not interested..." Handy looked away from him.

"It was originally hung on a leather rope, but the leather rope broke. So I want you to do me a favor." Carat took out the bracelet in his pocket, and took off the bracelet Hill gave him on his wrist: "Is there any way to attach it to this bracelet? I don't want to lose it again."

Handy glanced at the bracelet, then at the wooden box under the table and said nothing.

"I'll pay, Handy. I'll come to you tomorrow morning!" After speaking, Carat smiled, turned and left.

"Wait……"

There was a loud bang, and both of them were stunned.Carat forgot that the room was very short, and knocked her head hard on the door frame.His forehead and top of his hair were numb, and tears almost welled up in his eyes.

It's so embarrassing... He originally wanted to leave a handsome and mature back for the other party... Carat pretended to be calm, crawled out of the low and shabby house, and did not forget to turn her head and salute: "Good night. Remember to apply the medicine."

"Stupid." Handy touched the bracelet on the table, and he could tell at a glance that every gem was worth a fortune.Even if it was stealing, he didn't dare to think about such a precious treasure. That little fool who met by chance just left the precious thing to a thief who stole from him.

He opened a can of pickled pumpkin, ate a few mouthfuls, and dragged out the toolbox under the table.

When Carat returned to the hotel, there was no light in the room. He opened the door lightly, but Hill was still asleep and was leaning against the window to blow the air.

"Why don't you sleep, aren't you sleepy?" He stepped forward and squeezed to the window: "Still angry?"

Hill said lightly: "No. Let off the smell of alcohol. Are you ready? Your Excellency the Knight?"

"Hill. I'm not a knight anymore." Hill still hadn't calmed down, and Carat felt a little helpless: "I've already returned that medal. Don't call me that." I don't know if it was because of drinking, but Carat felt that her mind was a little bit Fever, I can't control my emotions: "You are still angry, but it doesn't make sense."

Hill sighed: "Forget it. There's nothing to be angry about. Go to sleep." He jumped off the window sill first and held out his hand to Carat.

Carat quickly grabbed it: "Well, there's nothing to be angry about."

Hill's face suddenly sank: "Where is the bracelet?"

"Huh? I asked Handy to help me..."

"Did you hand over the bracelet to that little thief?" If Hill was sulking before, then Kela could clearly feel that his anger seemed to have taken shape, and the grasped hand was squeezed alive pain.Although it hurt, Carat didn't struggle. To be honest, he felt a little uncomfortable hearing Hill describe Handy like this. After all, he was once called a little lunatic by others.

"Listen to me after I finished talking about Hill, instead of handing it over to him, let him help..."

"Why, Carat, you trust others too easily." Hill let go of his hand in disappointment: "Sometimes there is only a thin line between kindness and stupidity."

"Sill! You shouldn't have said that." Carat was a little annoyed: "I know exactly what I did." He took off his clothes and got under the quilt angrily. Remembering that he hadn't washed his face, he got up and wiped his face again. lie back.

He heard Hill sighing behind his back, but he still couldn't believe that Hill called him stupid to his face.The other party always thinks that he is an ignorant child and is unwilling to listen to his words.Originally, he was a little scared after he gave the bracelet to Handy, but he still wanted to believe him once.

"Hill, you obviously believed in me when you met me by chance. You came back to find me." In the dark, he said silently.He wondered if Hill was asleep.

Honeymoon:

Clara is going to be promising, and there will be quarrels.

(Saving private house money is included in the plan)