A scumbag is not a scumbag

The sun rises slowly in the hollows of the mountains, and the morning dew wets the walking shoes. Dracus wears a half-height gentleman's hat with a slightly turned-up brim, and a thick and delicately woven scarf wraps his shoulders. On the lower half of his face, the long windbreaker made Dracus' already tall figure even more burly. He was carrying a hardwood box made of cowhide, and stood there waiting for Jack for a few seconds.

"My God, I'm going to fire the new maid! Said to call me early today, but she didn't, making me late!"

Jack came running out of breath, looked at Dracus with scrutiny for a few seconds, nodded, and lowered his voice, "You look completely different from the stage. Probably no one of your admirers will recognize you -"

"My pleasure."

As Dracus shed his tight suit for a light coat, he seemed to have shed the shackles of perfection.He smiled and chatted briefly with Jack, and the long whistle of the train interrupted their whispering from far to near.

A few sparse people boarded the train one by one, and Dracus stared at it with some nostalgia. Although it was not as technological as the era he was in at the beginning, the train crystallized by human wisdom also made him feel warm.His position was close to the front of the car, obviously separated from the normal compartment, it was cleaner here, there was no smell of sweat and mud in the air, and the seat cushions soothed the waist and legs well.

Dracus reached out to pick up a cookie on the table, chewed it, and handed a piece to the conscientious agent, "You look nervous."

"Maybe," Jack muttered, eating the cookie rudely, "I just don't feel confident convincing a good composer."

"Victor is a good talker.

"Dracus couldn't understand his anxiety. People in this world are very cute, which made Dracus's heart feel cleansed, and he was always very happy, "Do you need me to sing a song to relax you?" "

"I don't want to be crushed by the swarming crowd. Be a quiet traveler, my friend."

Dracus laughed.

……

Time passed slowly with the fingers reading the book and flipping through the paper and the color of the sky outside the window. The dark purple sky hung down with thick clouds wrapped in a brilliant golden setting sun.When Dracus got off the train, he always felt that the bones of his whole body were about to fall apart. He did a few chest expansion exercises to stretch his sore shoulders and back, and stared at this strange place.

The obvious town did not show surprise and rejection to his new face, but went about their own thing instead.Several children surrounded a guitar player in tattered clothes, clapping along with street beats, an elderly man with gray hair sitting in a wheelchair basking in the sun, the street lamps were crooked, but there were countless colorful cloth belts hanging from the overgrown metal branches decorate.The mottled walls are exposed to the old copper yellow, and the setting sun shines brightly.

The light illuminated Dracus's smiling eyes.

"Where do our friends live?" he asked Jack, who pointed his stubby fingers forward. "If those who gave me the information didn't lie, he lives in the innermost part with his family."

The two walked through the gradually bustling evening streets, turned around several low walls, and the trivial sounds of human life surrounded them.The babbling of children, the clashing of pots and pans, the smoke rising slowly and blending into the darkening sky; a few birds fluttered past, and Dracus stopped in front of a small house with a small yard , looking into it.

The room was opened, and a little girl about three or four years old came out joltingly, waddling like a little penguin, with pigtails around her ears flicking, and her big black eyes stared curiously at her. Looking at everything around him—that childish gaze met Dracus's.

The little girl giggled happily and stumbled towards Dracus.

She walked through the thin fence, opening her soft and short hands, with a healthy blush and a bright and pure smile on her fleshy face.Suddenly, the little girl fell, lost her footing, and threw herself on the ground.With sharp eyes and quick hands, Dracus picked up the little girl, wrapped her in both hands, and held her in his arms skillfully.But the innocent child thought it was a game, and clapped his hands with a smile. "Come again, come again!"

"Coco!" The woman rushed out of the room with a suppressed and angry voice accompanied by clear and fast footsteps. Her long curly hair was scattered on her shoulders, her abdomen was slightly protruding as if she was pregnant, but her walking posture was quite bold, and she was still copying A milk jug, which moves like a warrior holding a weapon, "Coco, don't run away during meal time!"

She saw Dracus and froze for a moment.

"Hello, ma'am." Dracus smiled at the beautiful woman, bent down and let go of the little girl gently, but Coco refused to leave, as soon as she slipped from his arms, she immediately hugged her like a kangaroo bear. Holding his slender legs wrapped in suit pants, "Come play again! Uncle, play! Play with me—!"

"Mom is looking for cocoa. When mom doesn't get angry, uncle can play with you for as long as you want. Be good." Dracus looked at the little girl, thinking of his own daughter many years ago, his voice was more gentle, and he gently Touched her braid.The girl let go of her hand obediently, and walked towards the woman, "Mom, hug!"

The woman picked up Coco and patted her ass, but in the end she kissed the girl's apple-like face. Dracus took off his hat and put it on his chest politely, "Hello, ma'am, Is this Victor's house?"

The sharp eyebrows at the end of the woman raised slightly, and just about to speak, the familiar gentle and gentle male voice came, and the friend who had been separated for half a year stepped out of the room. His hair was shorter, and he looked more energetic. It disappeared, and the thin face with protruding cheekbones and slightly sunken cheeks became a little more fleshy, and there were also many smiles.The melancholy youth disappeared, replaced by a happy husband and father who embraced the family.

"Koko, don't run around..." he said, pausing, "...Dracus?"

"Victor!" Dracus waved at him with a hearty smile, "I'm here to find you! It seems that you are doing well, that's great, my dear friend."

The two hugged each other hard and laughed face to face.

……

"So, you guys were...friends of Victor when he was wandering?"

Victor's wife crossed her arms in the room, looking from Dracus on the left to Jack on the right. Although her tone was not aggressive, perhaps it was because of her aura that Dracus always felt that the head of the family was wary of them. .Victor defended himself weakly: "Honey, I'm not wandering..."

"Don't interrupt when I'm talking." She didn't give Victor face, so the poor old friend hugged her daughter in silence, and Ke Ke also put her hands on her lap obediently, her big eyes focused.

"Yes, ma'am, I'm here not only to visit Victor, but also to ask him for a favor..."

Halfway through Dracus's words, the beautiful and powerful woman suddenly stood up.

"Victor won't go singing with you! Don't even think about it!"

"……what?"

Dracus was a little dazed, sitting on a chair and looking up at the other party, the woman's eyes were burning with rage, "Yes, don't even think about it, he won't leave this house again!"