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It hurts.

I never knew that the body could hurt like this.

It was a pain that split people in two. I'm not sure if I begged him, but even though my face was full of tears, he just touched my back lightly, but the movement never stopped down.

When he woke up, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, and Yan Minglang had already gone to work.I didn't have any appetite, and I couldn't exert any strength in my body, so I was buried deeply in the soft quilt, and I didn't get up until the afternoon.

Later, when Yan Minglang came back, I had just woken up and was reading in the study.

He opened the door and saw me sitting at the desk, he seemed relieved, and then asked me: "Why can't you get through on your mobile phone all day, and no one answers when you call home?"

I picked up the phone and looked at it, and it was out of battery.

"The phone is out of battery," I thought for a while, "The phone is on the first floor, I didn't hear it."

"Remember to charge in the future," he walked in and stood in front of me, "the nanny told me, you haven't eaten all day today?"

I looked up at him, the condescending tall figure reminded me of the situation where he covered me last night, I felt a layer of goose bumps on my body: "Sorry, I'm not feeling well, I don't have an appetite."

He looked at me carefully for a while: "Does it still hurt?"

The moment I understood what he was talking about, my face was burning hot, and I lowered my head: "It's much better."

"It's okay if you don't eat for a day. If you want to eat, I will make it for you."

Unexpectedly, my eyes widened slightly, my curiosity made me ignore other things, I raised my head: "You know how to cook?"

He held the corner of his mouth and touched my head: "I really can't eat, let me cook some porridge for you."

I nodded a little flattered.

I went downstairs with him, and to be honest, my butt still hurts, especially when I walk around.But I didn't want to appear too weak in front of him, he seemed to see my thoughts, said "I'll go down and get ready first", and left me to dawdle slowly.

When I finally got to the kitchen, he had already cut the tenderloin and preserved eggs.

I watched his skillful movements, and I really didn't expect him to be so full of life.

Like my father, even toast a slice of bread and fry an egg, his mother has to do it for him for decades, and those fat-headed upper-class people he knows rarely even have the opportunity to eat at home-after all They didn't have a wife who was a thrifty housekeeper like my mother.

I always thought that the so-called high-society successful people were pretty much the same.

Cooking porridge is actually very time-consuming, so that when Yan Minglang brought the porridge to the table, even though I still had no appetite, I was grateful and ate it like someone who has been hungry for several days.

Yan Minglang looked at me from the side, eating the dinner prepared by the nanny, he seemed to feel that my support gave him a sense of accomplishment, and he would occasionally forget to eat while watching me.

After finishing the porridge, I wiped my mouth and gave Yan Minglang a thumbs up: "This is the best porridge I've ever had."

I saw my own reflection in his dark and bright pupils, with the messy hair that had been groggy for a day and had no mood to take care of it. Because he looked too delicate, he was very childish when he laughed.

Yan Minglang was slightly taken aback, he seemed to look at me with something more than before.

Raising his hand and stroking my head, helping me straighten my messy hair, he said to me before continuing to eat: "You should smile more."

I automatically translate this sentence as: Your smile is very pleasing to the eye.

So I showed him eight white and neat teeth.

Eric once told me that seeing Shaw's smile makes people feel that all their troubles are gone.

In fact, I used to love to laugh, but the pressure of foreign debts in the past three years, the unfamiliarity with country Z and the future, it is difficult for me to be as heartless as before.

And soon, the pressure of money made me laugh even harder.

When I found out that my wireless mouse was broken one day, I suddenly remembered that I had a lot of money.

After living so many days without worrying about food and clothing, I almost forgot that I was penniless.However, even if I can accept what Yan Minglang bought for me, I don't think it's a matter of course to reach out and ask him what he wants.

After hesitating for a long time, I still called Yan Minglang.

I asked him with little confidence: "Can I go out during the day when you are not around?"

He seemed a little surprised: "You haven't been out these few days?"

I said "ah": "You mean I can go out? I don't know."

He paused before saying, "Yes, but don't go too far, and you can call me if you can't find your way home."

I quickly said thanks.

After hanging up the phone, I dug out a set of fairly simple and plain clothes in the closet and put them on. After making sure the phone was in my pocket, I went out with a feeling of apprehension.

In fact, even if Yan Minglang didn't explain, I didn't dare to go far, because I was no different from a blind person except that I could see the road clearly.I couldn't understand any of those road signs or the words on the buildings. Even the faces of the people around me were all standard Asians, which made me dizzy.

After leaving the community, I kept walking in the same direction, and I was afraid that I would not be able to go back if I turned a few turns.

Not far away, I saw a restaurant.I walked around the door for a long time. It was still early and there was no one in the store. The boss sat behind the counter and looked at me suspiciously.

When I poked my head again, I met his eyes, I smiled awkwardly, and finally got up the courage to go in.

After I explained it with gestures for nearly half an hour, the boss understood that I was asking him if he needed someone to wash the dishes. Unfortunately, when he understood my intention, he shook his head decisively and refused me. .

I walked out of the restaurant dejectedly.

In fact, this street is very prosperous, with many shops.But after all, I don't understand the language, and only jobs like washing dishes that just need to stand in one place and work hard are more suitable for me.

After searching seven or eight restaurants in a row, finally a boss nodded.

Then he said something to me and I looked at him blankly.

The boss patted his forehead and showed me a card from his wallet, which should be some kind of identification.

It was only then that I remembered that my driver's license and passport were all in Yan Minglang's place. Before that, I didn't know that a part-time job required an ID. After all, in Australia, you can work part-time at the age of 13.Even though I look small, I'm clearly over 13 years old.

I gestured and told him I was 19 years old.

The boss murmured something again, and then realized that I couldn't understand it.He sighed, probably anyone looking at my oriental face would find it difficult to remember that I don't understand Chinese.

Then I saw his eyes light up, and he waved behind me in surprise.

I turned my head and saw a tall boy walking into the store.

After the boss talked to him for a while, he turned to look at me.

"The boss said, you really don't look like 19 years old, he even suspects that you are under [-] years old," he spoke fluent English, even with a New York accent, "in Z In China, children under the age of [-] are considered child laborers.”

I smiled helplessly.

He continued: "But we still need a dish washer in our store. If you want to do it, the salary may be lower, and if you find someone else, the boss may fire you at any time."

Hearing that there was a turning point, I nodded hastily.

With the help of that boy, I successfully reached an agreement with the boss - from [-]:[-] am to [-]:[-] pm every day, as long as all the things in the store are cleaned, we can leave work.

After the boss heard that I was in urgent need of money, he reluctantly agreed that I should settle my wages once a week, 200 yuan.

Later I asked the boy, is 200 yuan enough to buy a wireless mouse?He said helplessly, "You don't even know what you can buy with 200 yuan, so you dare to come out to work?"

That boy was Chen Jin, who was studying in a nearby university. He was just a freshman, and he was one year younger than me.

Chen Jin is a very sunny big boy, close to 1.8 meters tall, although he looks thin, but once I saw him roll up his sleeves to reveal his slender arms, with very beautiful muscle lines.

He can even lift a whole basket of beer with ease and chat with me.

I once again questioned the injustice of the Creator, why men younger than me can be more masculine than me.

Even in Australia, I always felt inferior because of this, but at that time I always thought it was my half-Oriental blood that caused the trouble.However, it wasn't until I came to country Z that I realized that I was deceiving myself. Even boys from country Z are much stronger and taller than me.

But what makes me happy is that I have made my first friend in country Z, and they are still the same age.

However, when he asked about my family, I always changed the topic by rambling. After that, he probably guessed that I didn't want to mention it, so he never asked again.

Same-sex marriage is legal in Australia.

I don't think there is anything wrong with me living with a man, I just think that Yan Minglang may not want me to mention our private life in front of someone he doesn't know.

Gradually, I found that Chen Jin was different from the work-study college student I had imagined.

On his right ear is a small, inconspicuous stud, which I've seen online before and cost several thousand Australian dollars.

There is no brand name on his clothes and shoes, but I can tell from the eyes of the young master of a rich family that they are all expensive high-end custom goods.

He even gave me a mouse on the day I officially went to work, which he said he "wouldn't need to keep and would be a waste", just looking at it, I knew that it wasn't something I could buy with a week's salary.He casually gave a gift to someone he just met, and he didn't seem to care about it. It could be seen that he spent a lot of money.

So a week later, on the day I got my salary, I treated him to a self-service meal and spent the 200 yuan.

That day, the two of us sat on a bench on the street to rest with full stomachs. He asked me, "I think you seem to be short of money. Don't you feel bad about using up all your wages like this?"

I said proudly: "I was going to use the 200 yuan to buy a mouse, but instead, I spent a meal. After all, I made money."

Chen Jin laughed very happily listening to my fallacies.