I was his old enemy

Tang Fu was still crying when she came out of the hotel just now, she would walk on the street, her feet would be stuck by all sorts of strange things on the street and in the window, she would stop and go, and when she couldn't help it, she would go up to touch it twice. Down.

This meeting is in a shop selling small pottery, and the surrounding shelves are filled with all kinds of pottery with bright colors.Standing beside her was a blond girl who looked about her age. The girl was holding something in her hand and asked the man behind her, speaking in English: "What is this? It doesn't look like a good thing! "

Tang Fu was also wondering about this question, so she listened carefully.

What the girl held in her hand was a piece of pottery. It cast a woman with beautiful facial features. However, this woman had three legs, and these three legs grew around her head, evenly distributing her head. Enclosed, she has only one head, three curved legs and three feet, and no other parts of the body.

Googling looks uncomfortable because the woman's form means she can't turn her neck or walk.

It was not the first time for Tang Fu to see this woman's pottery statue. When she arrived in Sicily in the afternoon, she had seen the enlarged version on the wall more than once, and the handicrafts like this miniature version were everywhere on the street.

The man behind the girl, who looked like her father, shrugged and replied, "Baby you're so smart, it's really not a good thing."

Girl: "Why? She obviously has a very pretty face."

Man: "Just like your mother, she also has a beautiful face, but she left us behind."

"Dad, how can you compare this monster to my mother! You know she's just busy with work and doesn't have time to come with us."

The girl got angry, she put down the things in her hand emotionally, turned her head and walked away.

Her father hurriedly chased him out, and said from the direction of his back: "But in the end, she didn't come with us, she abandoned us, she was more willing to marry her job, and she waited for the job to give her life." A child prettier than you..."

Tang Fu lowered her head and smiled there, overjoyed.

However, extreme joy begets sorrow...

The shopkeeper, who was still bargaining with customers on the other side just now, said above her head in blunt English: "Oh my God! Take a look, see what you did?"

Tang Fu, who realized that she was talking about herself, was stunned, and looked at the owner in astonishment: "What?"

Shopkeeper: "You broke it."

Tang Fu followed the direction of the owner's finger and saw that the pottery that the girl put down forcefully just now was broken into two pieces, and now the pottery was in her hand.

"No, no, it's not me, I didn't do anything," Tang Fu said in simple English, eagerly pointing in a direction outside the door, "It's her, not me, she's gone."

"God, forgive the child who loves to lie, she is still young." The shopkeeper sighed in Sicilian dialect to the ceiling, then looked at Tang Fu, and switched to broken English, with an emphasis: "You have to pay for it."

Tang Fu couldn't understand Sicilian, but she understood the last sentence, and she also saw the disdainful eyes of the uninformed people around her.

Naturally, she didn't understand what those people were saying in a language she didn't understand.

"Which country do you think she is from? Like a Barbie."

"Typical oriental beauty, Chinese, I heard that Chinese people like to lie."

"She must have tried to steal it and accidentally broke it."

"People who see underdeveloped countries should be careful in the future."

……

When she was in a hurry, she couldn't remember a word of the little English she usually learned, and Tang Fu burst into tears.

There is a restaurant diagonally opposite, and there is a sign outside the restaurant door, which says the menu, the menu in Italian, with a simple English explanation behind it, Tang Chen and Chen Qingyan are studying the menu here, with their backs facing the street, the street is bustling, there is no I didn't know what happened on the other side until Tang Fu yelled loudly and mournfully from the other side:

"elder brother……"

Tang Chen was slightly taken aback, he had never heard her sister call him in such a tone.

The two walked over, seeing the tears on Tang Fu's face, Tang Chen's face immediately turned dark.

"Don't cry, tell me, what happened?"

Just like a child who has been wronged will cry even more when he sees his parents. Tang Fu was still holding back her tears just now, but now, the tears were rushing out. Crying and saying:

"I didn't break it. He insisted that I did it. It was the blond girl who just left. I could see it clearly. He didn't believe me, and he said I was lying. He said I did it. lie!"

Tang Chen's face turned completely cold. Only he really knew what racism was. Westerners have a sense of racial superiority in their bones. If Tang Fu's role was replaced by an American face, maybe things would not develop like this.

"Do you speak English?" Tang Chen asked in standard fluent American English.

The language has a sense of oppression, and the feeling is suddenly different. There is something called aura, which can make people feel intimidated invisibly.

Shopkeeper: "A little bit."

People who do small handicraft retail business in Sicily, regardless of age, can speak a little English. After all, English is an international language, and Sicily is a tourist attraction, but it is limited to the very limited vocabulary they need to use in business.

"Is there anyone who can speak both English and Sicilian dialect? Come out and help translate, and I'll pay you to open it." Tang Chen asked other people in the store.

An Italian woman who was passing by the door came in: "Maybe I can help you."

Tang Chen: "Thank you, I asked him if he saw my sister break something with his own eyes."

Shopkeeper: "No, but something is broken, only she is standing there, no one else."

Tang Chen: "Ask other people if anyone has seen my sister break this thing."

No one said he saw it.

"Can you prove that this thing wasn't broken by the man my sister said was gone?"

The shopkeeper shook his head helplessly, he didn't know what this tough-looking boy was going to do.

"That's slander. Everyone here has seen it. I can sue you for moral damages. Italy is a country ruled by law."

The owner was anxious, and said no, "I definitely didn't mean that. I respect tourists from all over the world. The hearts of Sicilians are as beautiful as the great Sicily."

Tang Cheng: "Prove it to us, prove that you have not slandered, and I also believe that the hearts of Sicilians are as beautiful as Sicily."

Tang Chen didn't know that his current aura was [-] meters, like being possessed by Hitler.