[Rebirth] King of Theater

It was only after Al talked about it that Mrs. Sylvie put down the bread knife, and took her younger siblings to the kitchen for a while.

Then, he looked around, grabbed a broom as a temporary weapon, and ran to open the door.

"Uh... well, I'm here to thank you."

After the door opened, the yellow-haired boy said such a sentence very abruptly.

Al was really taken aback: "Did I hear correctly?"

An irritable expression appeared on the yellow-haired boy's face, and he said impatiently, "I hope you got it wrong, too."

"But what can you thank me for?"

Al asked incredulously: "Thank you for the fried wonton I threw, or thank you for calling the police and arresting you?"

"The fried wontons are delicious, but to be precise, I thank you for preventing me from going down the path of crime." The yellow-haired boy said solemnly.

But when he noticed Al's strange gaze of "Are you sick?", he hurriedly added: "This is what my grandma said."

Who is your grandma?

Al was even more confused by this.

Fortunately, this guy who appeared out of nowhere then gave an explanation.

This explanation is quite vague and confusing, but at least it helps to clarify the ins and outs.

The yellow-haired boy who claimed his name was Luke briefly summarized what happened that night: "There is not enough evidence, the police didn't arrest me."

Then, he paused, and began to add some more detailed details: "My grandma went to bail me out. She was very old and cried so much that she was almost blind. The owner of the TV set saw it. I don't want to pursue anything. What's more, I'm still underage...Anyway, I paid a little fine, detained for a few days, and got a few warnings. As soon as I came out, I wanted to take revenge on you bastard, but my grandma Stop me and say, if you didn't teach me such a lesson, maybe I will do something bigger in the future. Although I think she is pure nonsense, but she insists on saying that, I can't help it .In short, in her eyes, you are not only right, but also meritorious! It was you who stopped me from going on the path of crime in time, so she ordered me today, let me thank you. "

"She asked you to come, and you came?"

"Hey! Who told her she was my grandma."

"But how did you find me?"

Al still had some understanding: "I didn't report my name that night, did I?"

Huang Mao laughed: "Lucky Al!"

He patted Al on the shoulder and joked, "You've been famous lately, buddy!"

Al is not used to this familiar attitude, so he is not very happy.

But the yellow-haired Luke still said to himself: "How is it? Dude? My grandma wants to invite you to dinner tomorrow. Are you going? I think you have to come, just to save face, come Bar!"

Isn't this invitation too inexplicable?

Al couldn't make up his mind for a while.

At this moment, Mrs. Sylvie poked her head out of the kitchen.

She waved, stomped, and winked, but she didn't know what to do.

Considering that there is no danger at the moment.

Al then said to the yellow-haired Luke, "Wait a minute, my mother is calling me."

The yellow-haired boy nodded.

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, obviously he was not very old, but he was already puffing clouds and fog very skillfully.

Al frowned, but didn't mind his own business.

He ran up to Mrs. Sylvie and asked, "Mom, what's the matter with you? I haven't finished talking yet."

As an immigrant, Mrs. Sylvie's English has never been good.

In daily communication, except for fixed phrases such as shopping for vegetables, others often have to speak slowly word by word, so that she can even guess and understand roughly.

So, even if the distance is not too far.

She still didn't understand a word of that magical conversation between Al and that yellow-haired boy.

However, seeing the two of them standing at the door talking non-stop from a distance, the yellow-haired boy suddenly patted Al on the shoulder...

She became a little anxious, thinking: "Damn! What is this for? Threats, intimidation?"

So, when her son was called over by her...

She excitedly murmured a long line in Sicilian dialect quickly: "Al, what the hell is the little devil going to do? Is he asking you to extort money? My God! Our family has just passed that little bit." Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh And orhose sluts,)’ I should have thought. Not even a dime! This matter cannot be discussed, if the negotiation fails, you can let him in, I will try my best to kill him with a knife, let's chop him together..."

Al couldn't laugh or cry: "Mom, you think too much, it's nothing like that."

He wanted to explain clearly, but the strange situation of that yellow-haired boy, what kind of grandma, what kind of dinner treats, etc., even he himself didn't quite understand, how could seeking revenge turned into revenge?This logic was so confusing that I didn't even know how to tell Mrs. Sylvie for a while.

Mrs. Sylvie held the bread knife and stared at her eldest son nervously, as if she was about to jump up and cut someone at the next moment.

Brother John and sister Mary stood behind their mother, watching the scene intently, trying to understand the meaning of the behavior of the adults in the family.

Just when Al was full of helplessness...

The yellow-haired Luke standing at the door became impatient.

He yelled very familiarly: "Al? Al? Have you finished talking with your mother? Are you going or not? Give me an answer!"

Al had no choice but to tell Mrs. Sylvie: "Don't worry about it, I'll tell you what to do before you do it."

Then he hurried back to the door.

The yellow-haired Luke couldn't understand the Sicilian dialect. He only saw the two mother and son muttering there for a long time, but he didn't know what they were talking about.

But since Mrs. Sylvie has never been a cautious character, she looked and pointed at her son while talking to her son. Even a fool would know that she was talking about herself, so he couldn't help asking doubtfully. : "What did your mother say? Are you talking about me?"

Naturally, Al couldn't tell him the things like "my mother asked me to discuss to kill you together with a knife", so he could only casually say: "It's about you, but my mother praised you."

Unexpectedly, the yellow-haired Luke was overjoyed when he heard this: "What? Praise me!"

He was very happy and asked again and again: "What did she praise me? Brother, you must tell me every word! My God, this is the first time an elder has praised me."

Al: ...

He had no choice but to start making up: "She praised you for being handsome, for being tall, for being strong, for being so healthy, for looking very calm and sensible, for being a reliable and good boy at first sight, for being a good boy, You can do great things in the future, maybe you will become a big man."

Yellow-haired Luke's eyes lit up.

He stroked the disheveled yellow hair in embarrassment, straightened his back again, straightened his collar, and looked far away in the direction of Mrs. Sylvie ridiculously, imitating the appearance of those rich people like a clumsy penguin, bending slightly Waist, said loudly: "Thank you for your compliment, beautiful lady."

Al: ...

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She couldn't help but asked in Sicilian dialect: "Al, what is he saying to me? Should we cut it now?"

On the other end, the yellow-haired Luke was also very excited: "What did your mother say again? Are you still praising me?"

Al had no choice but to reply to his mother in Sicilian dialect, "Don't chop, don't chop, you put down the knife first", while turning his head and speaking in English and Huang Mao's translation: "She said, it's getting dark, and I'm worried that you won't be safe on the way home at night. , let you go (get out) earlier."

"What a kind lady! She still cares about me!"

The yellow-haired Luke was so moved that he almost cried: "My mother has never been so kind to me!"

Al: ...

In the end, in order to send these two goods away.

Al had no choice but to agree to the invitation to eat at his house the next day.

So far, the dialogue between the chicken and the duck has come to an end.

But suddenly ran to a stranger's house for dinner, no matter how I thought, it was strange.

To be on the safe side, Al first went around to inquire about this yellow-haired Luke.

Unexpectedly, it was very easy.

This yellow-haired Luke is still a "celebrity" in the ghetto.

The child's full name is Luke DeMarcus, he is only two years older than Al, and he is fifteen this year.

But unlike Al who was very obedient, sensible, and well-behaved since he was a child, he has been a troublemaker since he was a child.Later, playing with fire at the age of seven, he actually made a great achievement of "burning the family house to a piece of white ground", which directly caused the collapse of his parents. They swore that they didn't want him. Throw him on the street and leave him alone. In the end, only his grandma reluctantly accepts this strange thing.

But this also creates another problem.

An old man in a slum who only collects waste and does manual work, how can he have the time, energy, and money to raise and educate a child?At best, it is just a mouthful of food to prevent him from starving to death.

Luke, who was left alone, naturally started his life as a semi-vagrant on the streets.

According to common sense, it is a matter of course for such an uneducated child to go astray.However, his grandma is a very good old man. Even if she is low in energy, she has been trying her best to let the child learn well, and she will keep talking about him whenever she has the opportunity.

Luke has a bit of a mischievous personality, but he still respects his grandmother who is the only one who is willing to take him in.

Under the persevering education of his grandmother, apart from the occasional petty theft and some minor problems of smoking and drinking, he would sometimes take the initiative to help the neighbors to do some good things with little effort, a series of behaviors plus and minus Come down, miraculously, he is also considered a good boy.

Therefore, when the people in the slums mentioned Luke, their tone was very good.

Occasionally, some elderly people said to Al very gratifiedly: "Don't look at that kid's character is a bit unscrupulous, but with his grandma around, he won't be bad at the root. When he grows up and is sensible in the future, maybe He's a kind and honest guy."

It's out of the question.

Because of hearing this, Al finally dug out such a strange person from the corner of the memory of his previous life.

Indeed, as these old people said, for a long time later, Luke could only be regarded as an ordinary person who could do some bad things, but was forced by life, and was neutral and kind in nature.

But something happened about two years later...

At that time, his grandma went out to buy vegetables, and unfortunately got involved in a fight of street gangsters.

Because the old man was old, he moved slowly, couldn't dodge, was accidentally knocked down, and couldn't get up for a while, so he was kicked and stepped on by those gangsters who only wanted to fight. His tone didn't come up, and he just passed away.

Because it was a gang fight and the scene was chaotic, no one could be sure who hit the old lady, and who was the culprit who caused the death of the old lady. All the families refused to admit it, only lost money, and some leading gangsters were locked up. Prison, but the time of confinement is quite short...

Such a result is obviously not enough to satisfy Luke.

So, after some investigation, although there was no evidence, he pinpointed the three hooligans who should be mainly responsible for the "grandmother's death" incident.

Due to his grandma's teachings for many years, he did not commit any crimes, but he made up his mind to take "revenge for grandma" as his life's work from now on.So, apart from eating and sleeping to earn some money, he didn't do anything else all day long, but just stared at the three gangsters wholeheartedly.

As long as these three people have any good things, he will definitely disrupt the situation;

If you did something bad, you don't have to say it, just expose it to them.

Besides, if he had the chance, he would go to put on a sack and beat up his enemies!

In short, everything from the spirit to the body is the target of his attack.

For a full ten years, he has been haunted like this, even if there are good days, he only concentrates on doing this thing.

I won't talk about the process of fighting wits and courage during the period, anyway, in the end, he drove the three gangsters into a crazy state, begging his elder brother to let him go on his knees.

But this guy makes sense.

He asked, "Will my grandma survive?"

The three gangsters shook their heads in unison.

That must be impossible, even if a person dies, he cannot be resurrected!

OK, stop talking.

Then let's keep playing, I'll spend the rest of my life with you.

……do not!

Who can stand this?

Before Al was 13 again, to be exact...

This single-minded weirdo hasn't stopped taking revenge.

Moreover, according to chatting with friends in the slums later, this person was motivated and eager to learn. He taught himself what time planning and overall management, how to complete work efficiently and other professional courses, so as to set the time to time of the day. Who to trouble and how to trouble, all planned in detail and very scientifically, and the form is also listed, executed regularly, and my life is particularly healthy and organized.

After Al recalled it in such detail, he couldn't help but patted the table and sighed: "Talent!"