[Comprehensive] This is using life to kill

Two days ago, someone moved to live in the opposite house. I heard from my mother that they were some foreigners. Although the hair color is quite special, they are still quite handsome.

As for who the new neighbor is, Mo Mo actually doesn't care too much. She is a professional illustrator and draws this and that on the computer every day. How can she have time to get to know some strangers.

But Mo's mother obviously doesn't think so. Her daughter is already 23 years old, but she knows how to hide in the room and work with a calculator all day long, and her boyfriend doesn't hand in one. What if she becomes an old aunt in the future!

So at noon that day, Mo's mother put the soup that had been boiled all morning into a big pot, then pulled her daughter out of the room, forced the pot into her hand and pushed her out of the door, "If If you don't give this soup to others, don't come back to sleep!"

How can there be such a mother!

Mo Mo sighed, walked to the opposite side resignedly, and kicked the door with her foot. There was no way, she was holding the pot with both hands, and she didn't have any extra hands to ring the doorbell.

After a while, the door was opened, and standing at the door was a man wearing a Japanese onmyoji costume and a black hat on his head. When he saw Momo, he froze for a moment, then smiled at her, "can I help you?"

The man with an oriental face speaks mandarin with a foreign accent, but he speaks it quite accurately, probably because a Chinese living in a foreign country moved back.

She handed over the pot in her hand, "I'm the neighbor who lives across from you, and this is a gift my mother asked me to bring here."

He bowed his head following her movements, but didn't reach out to take it. He smiled a little embarrassedly, "We appreciate your kindness, but will it trouble you too much?"

"No, it's you. If you don't want it, I will be in more trouble." Mo Mo said blankly, "My mother just said that if you don't want me to go home, then I can only sleep on the street. But the problem is I still have work to do.”

The man was silent for a while, then took the pot with a subtle expression, and smiled at her, "Thank you, would you like to come in for a cup of tea?"

Mo Mo shook his head, "No, I want to go back..."

Before I finished speaking, I saw Mo's mother suddenly came out of the house, bang closed the door in front of her, and then showed her a big smile, "Mom, mom just received a call, Aunt Cheng is in the hospital , Mom is going to visit her, so you can figure it out by yourself."

...Didn't Aunt Cheng emigrate to Australia just a month ago?Mom, where are you going to the hospital?

Before she could speak, Mo's mother had already rushed down the stairs, leaving only Mo Mo's outstretched paw and the half-spoken "Mom, I didn't bring the key".

The atmosphere was silent.

Silently retracting his hand and supporting his glasses, Mo Mo looked up at the puzzled man holding the pot, and twitched the corner of his mouth, "You just said that you wanted to invite me to drink tea, do you still invite me now? Suddenly my mouth froze."

"...Of course, please come in."

Walking into the house after the man, the layout is similar to hers, but she hasn't bought any furniture yet, just put a dilapidated sofa in the living room, and there is nothing else, see It looks a little empty.

"Sorry, because I just moved in, so the house is a bit shabby." He walked into the kitchen and put the pot on the table, and then walked out of the living room with a glass of water in both hands, with a slightly apologetic tone, "Please do whatever you want, uh..." He His expression was suffocated.

Mo Mo, who had been sitting on the sofa for a long time, glanced at him, and reached out to take the cup, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He came back to his senses, glanced at the sofa, thought for a while, but still didn't sit on it, but stood in front of her and asked with a smile, "By the way, what should I call you?"

"Just call me Momo." She took a sip of water, "Are you a cosplay fan?"

"Huh?" He was slightly taken aback.

"Your clothes are ancient Japanese clothes." She tilted her head, as if waiting for his answer.

"This." He looked down at his clothes, "I usually wear this when I go out."

Fans of Japanese culture may have gone crazy.

Mo Mo's eyes became a little wary, as if the man in front of him would rush over and force her to join the church in the next second, "What is your name?"

"By the way, I haven't introduced myself yet." The man who didn't know what he had been labeled as a cult member smiled at her, "I'm Zhao Li Yuyue, please give me your advice."

It turned out to be Japanese.

Mo Mo, who downgraded the other party from a 'cultist' to a 'young man who loves the motherland', was relieved, "Mr. Chaoli, your Mandarin is really good."

"Where, it's just normal." Yuyue's expression froze for a moment, but soon returned to the previous expression.

Mo Mo only thought that he was homesick, and didn't care, "I heard from my mother, how many people seem to have moved here?"

"Well, yes, it's my companion." He nodded, "but they're out, uh, out for lunch..."

As soon as the words fell, the door was opened roughly, and accompanied by a loud noise, there was a man's high voice, "We are back in the end!"

"Fortunately, I met a kind aunt who is willing to send us some food." Another gentle male voice sounded, "Otherwise, I'm afraid we won't have lunch."

"Nufufu, I didn't expect Pengo Lie to make a living by selling his appearance." A slightly frivolous male voice mocked, "It's really embarrassing."

"What are you talking about, traitor?" Some low-pitched male voices sounded slightly agitated.

"Stop arguing, I'm hungry." It was a childish male voice, "Hurry up and ask Yuyue to help cook."

Then there was no male voice, but the sound of leather shoes stepping on the ground came in.

... If she heard correctly, this is a group of people outside asking for food, ahem, some occupation?

Did they live like this these days?

Momo looked at Yuyue silently, and the man in front of him blushed a little, and explained awkwardly, "Well, um, our luggage was actually stolen, so..."

All the luggage of so many people was stolen?That must have been the mobilization of the criminal group.

"Who are you talking to, Yuyue?" The gentle male voice suddenly stopped, Mo Mo turned his head, and nodded to the men who just entered the living room from the door and stared blankly at her, "Hello, I live The neighbor across from you."

The man with orange-blond hair came back to his senses first, and smiled at her gently, "Hello."

The red-haired man standing next to him looked at Yuyue with some dissatisfaction, "Yuyue, why did you let others in casually?"

"Ah, because Mo Mo brought the soup made by her mother, so I invited her in." Yuyue shook her head, "Don't worry, it's normal."

The red-haired man frowned, and when he wanted to speak again, Mo Mo had already said before him, "My mother made Qingxin Nourishing Lung Soup." She looked straight at him, with a serious face, "It can clear the heart Nourishes the lungs, soothes the nerves, and is very effective for people with severe suspicion.”

He froze for a moment, and it took a while to understand what she meant, and he blushed and gave her a hard look.

"Nufufu, what an interesting lady." The blue-haired man touched his chin with a gloved hand and looked at her with interest, "I really like your eloquence."

"Thank you." Mo Mo glanced at the top of his head, his expression paused, "...I also like your hairstyle very much."

"Ahem." In order to save her dark-faced and stiff-faced companions, Yuyue kindly started a new topic, "Giotto, what are our lunch ingredients?"

"Here." The orange-blond man called Giotto raised a plastic bag in his hand, and then smiled apologetically at Mo Mo, "Although it's just vegetables, I don't know if Miss Mo would like to stay for dinner ?”

"But Giotto..." The green-haired boy rubbed his eyes, "The amount of vegetables is not much..."

Hearing this, the man with platinum blonde hair who had been leaning against the wall alone since entering the room raised his head and glanced at the bag, his expression seemed to sink.

……these people.

Mo Mo looked at Giotto's warm smiling face like the sun, sighed deeply, and touched his pocket. There were dozens of yuan in it when he went out to buy breakfast today, so she stood up and tidied her clothes , "Do you have anything to eat?"

"Huh?" Giotto was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't quite understand what she said.

"I'm back from shopping for groceries." She glanced at the plastic bag he was carrying, then looked at his handsome face even among foreigners, and stroked her forehead helplessly, "Let's take it as a meeting gift."

With such a group of neighbors who have been reduced to relying on their looks to seduce the aunt to get food, she really doubts how many days they can live.

"You can drink the soup first." She walked to the door and put on her slippers, "I'll take the pot home after dinner."

"Thank you so much, Ms. Mo." Giotto nodded gratefully at her, and then hesitated, "Well, can you buy some bowls and chopsticks by the way?"

... They don't even have bowls and chopsticks, so how did they eat before?

As if he knew what was going on in her mind, Giotto looked a little embarrassed, "We borrowed a pair of bowls and chopsticks from my aunt, and then used them in turn..."

Is it because I am embarrassed to borrow so many bowls and chopsticks?

No, can they use chopsticks?

Mo Mo twitched the corner of his mouth.

Who in the end let them come to China by themselves?Aren't you afraid that they will die in a foreign land?

The author has something to say: I was stuck in the story of Liu Sheng and thought about it for a few days without any inspiration, so I skipped it and covered my face, I am sorry for you.