Hunter x Hunter Rise Meteor Street

After returning home, Maggie asked Wo Jin to put the boy on the bed. She went to get a basin of water, washed the towel and began to wipe the boy's wound, and then disinfected it.

Wo Jin looked at the side with an envious expression. Maggie grew up with several of their good friends, and she was always responsible for taking care of the wounded.

This time, Wo Jin felt that he and other companions had never enjoyed this treatment. Last time he was injured, he could only lie on the sofa. This boy is very lucky.

"What are you still doing here? Go home."

"Uh... OK."

Wo Jin was fascinated by Maggie's care for people. After Maggie urged him, he left reluctantly.

After Wo Jin left, Maggie looked at the boy's wound alone. She involuntarily took a needle from her waist. She concentrated on sending out air threads from her fingertips and began to sew up the wound seriously.

This was the first time she used her mind ability to sew up a person's wound. This was her secret, because she was still exploring the scope of use of this mind ability.

Before this, she was surprised when she first discovered that her mind ability was to send out air threads.

But thinking carefully, it may have something to do with her inner desire. When she was abandoned here, she was weak and helpless, and it was difficult to get a bowl of rice to eat.

The memory went back to 7 years ago. It was Grandma Luosha who gave her her first meal on Meteor Street, a boiled potato. While she was eating the hot potato, she watched Grandma Luosha sewing clothes quickly under the dim light.

The pile of messy clothes that originally filled a large basket was sewn one by one in less than half an hour and neatly stacked.

The eyesight and speed were really fast. This also allowed Grandma to always get some change and food, or some other things in her hands.

She was thinking at the time that if she had this skill, she would not starve to death. Later, she followed Grandma to sew clothes.

At the beginning, little Maggie held a thin thread in her hand and had to stare at it for a long time before passing it through the needle hole. When she was dressed, Grandma had already sewed four or five clothes.

Maggie secretly vowed in her heart to be faster, faster.

She started by practicing by threading the needle, threading a thread through and pulling it out, and then threading it again and again.

During the day, she threaded the needle from the morning when she opened the stall until her mother-in-law closed the stall. At night, she lay in the cement circle where she lived and continued to thread, wear, wear, wear, sleep, and continue to thread with her eyes open.

In a week, Maggie had threaded the needle holes more than 10,000 times. She could do it without looking with her eyes. She held the thread end in her fingertips, twisted it hard, pinched it, and pushed it, and she could thread it through any needle hole.

The foundation of the first step had been laid, and Maggie immediately began to sew clothes faster. She sewed very fast, but she was still not as fast as her mother-in-law.

She began to stop and look at her mother-in-law's needle gestures carefully. The spacing between each needle of her mother-in-law's pick needle was almost the same, and they were arranged neatly, just like the ones made by a sewing machine.

Although Maggie's sewing was not slow, the stitch length was sometimes large and sometimes small, which was really not beautiful. So even if she was fast, there would definitely not be many people looking for her to mend clothes.

After learning for so long, there is still a long way to go. Maggie wanted to just pick up a sewing machine, which would be much easier than this.

But she had never seen anyone pick it up since she came here, so she had to continue practicing.

Seeing Maggie being neglected, her mother-in-law said unhappily:

"Maggie, you have arms and legs, you can't eat for free every day. You have to return all the food I give you in the future. Learn quickly, otherwise I won't have so much food for you."

Thinking of myself who fainted from hunger, my stomach kept getting sour, tight and tight, and my stomach kept gurgling. These painful memories made a three-year-old girl at the time hold back tears and sew quickly one stitch after another.

Because the needle moved too fast, it was common to prick the other hand holding the clothes, and the pain disappeared over time.

A month later, when Maggie's sewn clothes were put together with her mother-in-law's, it was impossible to tell who sewed them. The spacing was neat, the thread was neatly gathered, and the needle holes were neither too big nor too small.

Finally, a girl with authentic sewing skills was born.

A year later, Maggie's sewing skills became faster and better. She was no longer satisfied with just sewing a seam on a piece of clothing.

In her hands, after a while of flying needles, the holes in a piece of clothing were sewed up densely with the same color thread, as if they had never been torn.

When she was bored, she sewed and embroidered patterns on her clothes. Many girls passing by liked it after seeing it, so they asked Maggie to embroider the patterns they wanted.

For a while, the mother-in-law's business was very good. Looking on the street, at least three of the 10 boys and girls had patterns embroidered by Maggie on their clothes.

Since then, Maggie has set up another stall to embroider patterns to avoid stealing the business from the mother-in-law.

One evening, Maggie brought two little boys to see the mother-in-law.

There happened to be a man trying to snatch the clothes from my mother-in-law at the stall. My mother-in-law said helplessly:

"These are not my clothes. I want to return them to the owner."

"Mother-in-law, I know you are kind-hearted. I am addicted to gambling. Just once, I will definitely turn the tables. Believe me."

The man shamelessly pulled the clothes from my mother-in-law's hand.

Just when the man was about to succeed, a fist hit his face, and then he felt a dagger piercing his thigh, blood flowed out, and a red patch on his pants.

The man was dizzy from the beating, and when he let go, he saw two boys, one tall and one short.

One has long black hair, a thin body, neat clothes, big eyes staring at people, murderous, and looks about four years old.

The other looks like he is in his teens, with his hair standing up, sloppy, and strong limbs.

The taller of the two boys yelled at the man first: "If you don't want to die, get out."

"I'm leaving, I'm leaving, stop hitting me."

The man thought, he was so young and so ruthless, and so strong, he must be a talent trained by the gang, so he immediately covered his bleeding leg and limped away.

Maggie hurried forward to see how her mother-in-law was doing. After finding out that her mother-in-law was fine, she handed a tin can of rings to her mother-in-law and said:

"Grandma, thank you for giving me a job. This is my tuition. You can keep it."

"Then I'll keep it, Maggie. In fact, you are so capable now because of your own ability. I am just the one who pushed you."

"Grandma, you are right to force me. I used the other tin can of money I saved to buy a house. It's not big, but it's enough for me to live in. I don't have to sleep in a cement circle in the future."

"That's great. You are not even five years old yet. It's amazing that you can do this."

"I still have to thank Grandma for saving me and teaching me how to survive. I met some good friends who asked me to sew clothes. Let me introduce them to you. The little one is called Kurolo and the tall one is called Wojin. They take good care of me. Otherwise, I wouldn't dare to take so much money out. You can rest assured, Grandma."

"Hello, Grandma. I have eaten your sweet potatoes. Hehe, you may have forgotten."

The tall Wojin said with a silly smile, holding the back of his head with one hand.

"Hello, mother-in-law, we will protect you in the future. If anyone bullies you, come to us."

"Oh, what a group of brave children, thank goodness for you. But this man is not like this usually, he must have gambled away everything, so he is like this, it will be fine when he wakes up."

"In any case, he shouldn't have done anything to you, I remember you also gave him food, this heartless thing, he learned his lesson this time."

"It's okay, I'm so happy to see you have friends."

"Yeah, I'm also very happy, it's great to meet you here. Mother-in-law, we're leaving first, I'll see you when I have time . "

"Okay, come back when you are free, I will cook potatoes for you."

The three of them walked towards Maggie's home, and Kuroro suddenly said to Maggie:

"Maggie, you should pick up trash with Wo Jin in the future, and stop sewing clothes, otherwise your mother-in-law's business will be affected by you sooner or later. I will go to steal things, and other companions also have skills. We will definitely live better here. "

"Listen to you, boss, I think so too, you can let me sew your clothes, haha."

"Maggie, I am so strong, embroider a lion for me next time."

Wo Jin always wanted his clothes to be as strong as he is.

"Dream on!"

Maggie ignored him as always.

The three children under the setting sun walked shoulder to shoulder on the empty Meteor Street, their shadows gradually lengthened and finally connected together.