unexpected giveaway

The chef froze for two seconds, then burst out laughing.

Corey continued amidst the ear-piercing laughter: "I saw your hands picking up food yesterday, you should have been careful, but those calluses on your hands can't fool anyone, from a soldier to a potter It's not easy being a ladle cook."

"God, sir, you are so sensitive. Of course, many people have said that to me. You know, the current society is too difficult to survive, Alpha is so rich, Omega is only waiting to marry, only Beta is tired Hard work, stuffing any tool into your hands will cause scars all day long. Especially for a strong man like me who only has muscles, he is most suitable for the job of carrying sandbags." Connard shook his head , pulled out a piece of dough from the side, put it on the chopping board and beat it vigorously.

Corey: "But I didn't feel any smell from you. Did you use any special method? To cover up the volatilization of your pheromone just to cut off the enemy's neck."

Connard bowed his head and drove the dough: "Dear sir, although you are protected by the law, I won't be happy if you continue to speculate on me like this!"

Corey completely ignored Conrad's warning: "No, I don't think I am very good. If you fight with me, I may not win any of them. I am just curious, you know, Mr. Conrad, stay in How boring it is in this big house. Now I think Mr. Williams is amazing, how many secrets he has, he brought soldiers and veterans like you in, does he want to rebel against the government?"

"No! No! Mr. Williams wouldn't do that at all! Boring? You really don't know what life is like outside, you're a stupid little puppy!" Conrad flicked the dough, his His face flushed red.

Cory looked into Konrad's angry eyes, and he kept a smile, but it was a little sour.

He seemed to smell the smoke of the battlefield, which made his blood boil.

Cory held Conrad's outstretched hand, and he smiled as the snow and ice lay behind him.The snow is enough to hinder people's progress and surround this place.A secluded window and a kitchen where no one enters, a place suitable for storytelling.

Corey: "Now you tell the truth, Conrad."

Conrad was speechless, he stared blankly at Corey.Many images ran through his mind, dangerous swamps, sunless forests, the sound of shells, roars, and the smell of blood sticking to his face that could never be washed away.He has experienced countless wars, and if he is more careless, he will fall into darkness forever and fall into hell.

But now, a person who broke through with his life was actually tricked by an ordinary Omega.

Connard narrowed his eyes, and he silently withdrew his hand: "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to do this, please forgive me."

"Of course." Corey crossed his chin with his hands. "I'm just a storyteller. I'm sorry for misunderstanding your beloved Mr. Williams."

Conrad took back the previous dough and started kneading again, his voice lowered: "I am very grateful to Mr. Williams, you must know that what we used to support was only the country. It always reminds me of the endless golden wheat fields when I was a child , I always like to run in it, and lie down and watch the sun when I am tired. Every day, my body is covered with wheat ears, and when I come home, I am beaten by Aunt Julie to find my teeth."

"Aunt Julie is a fat woman. She gave birth to six children, but only three survived. At that time, people called her the Julie sow secretly, and she gave birth to the most in the local area. But later The war and famine proved my aunt was right. People lived too hard that year, and many families lost their children. Soon there was a gender divide, and many Omegas were forced into the country. People in remote villages did not They don't know what the country has done to those moths. They only know that they will never see their children again. At that time, Aunt Julie walked proudly in front of the crying people with her three little Betas in her arms. But I have seen all these Before the famine happened, I was stuffed into the barracks by Aunt Julie."

Corey picked up another piece of sour date pie and ate it, listening to Conrad as he ate.The chef's calm voice took on a unique quality, reminiscent of steel tempered over flames.

Corey: "Where is your hometown?"

Conrad smiled slightly. He kneaded the dough very long and divided it into small pieces. "Unfortunately, I don't remember anymore. The name of my hometown, my parents, but I still remember Aunt Julie, which is a bit ridiculous. You know people like us have extremely poor memories. War always makes people Many people died, and the living carried the coffins and buried them in the ground. Once covered with loess, they made meritorious deeds. We all walk behind the dead. Sir, have you ever heard of a game called picking pigeons?"

Corey shook his head and said he hadn't heard of it.

"A game that often appears in my hometown, about three or four children are enough. Each child represents a pigeon. They can throw the pigeon to the person who hates it. Each additional pigeon will increase one meter. If you hand Four pigeons means you have to jump from a height of four meters, which is a dangerous and exciting game. At that time, I had a nickname called Conrad the Stupid. I was a complete stupid person. Parents Early death and my aunt's disapproval made me feel bad. I only read the book for one year, and the words were like beating notes in front of my eyes. I didn't know it and I couldn't catch it. I was the backbone of picking pigeons , children like to call me, they like to see me make a fool of myself. The last time, all the children voted for me. I stood on a tall tree and looked at the ground, and the wind made my legs tremble. Nobody bothered me, I woke up among the white flowers and they almost buried me."

Corey: "But you're still alive and well."

Corey stuffed the sour date pie into his mouth, and the sour taste made him frown.

"Yes." Connard looked a little proud, "but I have to tell you a secret, sir. Although it doesn't seem like a big deal now, we are the first batch of people to receive Omega inhibitors, the smell It doesn’t smell good. The side effect of Omega inhibitors is that we lose our qualifications to be Alphas. You are so precious that the country is willing to exchange them for Alphas. But it’s nothing, soldiers’ lives are never worth anything.”

"That doesn't mean I'm one of them, Conrad, I'm too different from those Omegas." Corey waved his hands and continued to lie on the window sill.

Conrad leaned over, and he made a mess of the dough.He said: "It doesn't matter, sir, you don't need to be like them."

Corey laughed: "There will be people who want to be like them, at least they are protected by the law, they have nothing to worry about, beautiful clothes and luxurious jewelry will make them superior."

"But their lives are not in their own hands, they are like Aunt Julie, that fat and unfortunate woman. Alpha can do anything to Omega, those rich people, they like to play|play with such creatures , Omega limp limbs and cheap tears. I mean most, it's not equal, Alpha, Beta, Omega, they're never on the same scale." Conrad stared into Corey's blue eyes , "You only see their gorgeous appearance, you don't know how many scars there are under the brocade skirt."

Corey: "You're so good at talking, veteran."

Conrad smiled and lifted up, and he piled up the scattered dough again. "We are each other, dear sir." He glanced up at Cory, briefly.

"That's obviously not a good compliment." Corey moved away from the window rail, "but for your honesty, Conrad, I have to praise you for being an amazing person, just because you are still alive and still in my heart." before."

"Thank you so much, sir!" Connard's voice rose again, as if the man with sharp eyes and hoarse voice just now was his cousin.

Corey wanted to turn around, the story was over, the conjecture confirmed, he had no intention of lingering.

Conrad stopped Cory when he wanted to move.

"Mr. Damon."

Corey looks back.

"Remember, you are free here and you are here to live as a human being. I'm not trying to say good things about Mr. Williams, as a partner he's just awful. We don't treat you as a An Omega to treat even though we watch you protect you and stay away from you. About that little baby cherub in your womb, we are curious but not serious. You should probably understand that people always build a path in their minds , this path perfectly delights them. No one is happy when the path they are about to walk on is destroyed, they are usually angry and complain. It is no one's fault Mr. Damon, each of us That's all."

Corey smiled: "Obviously, you chose a wrong path for your aunt, Conrad. In my opinion, you are more suitable to be a thinker, and your mouth is full of philosophical words now."

Conrad didn't care: "It's Arthur's birthday in three days, we want to prepare a birthday party for him. You are also a member of 'Secret' now, I want to invite you, and I will prepare sugar-free things for you!"

Cory lowered his hat and walked forward. The snow on the grass covered Cory's shoes with Cory's movements.The sounds of walking in the snow filled their ears, drowning out the responses that might have come from politeness or curiosity.

The author has something to say: The game of picking pigeons is made up, please don't try it!Danger!