walk with jimmy

The water was rushing, and James put his hands under the faucet and rubbed his dark hands vigorously.

He's been working overtime all afternoon, doing four-wheel service and buttering several cars.Then, crawl under the car to change the oil filter or something.

These dirty jobs made his nails black, and his hands were covered with an unpleasant gasoline smell, which couldn't be washed off.

But as a mechanic, it's a normal day-to-day routine, even though he really doesn't like it.

But life is like this, and James is content and happy.

He washed his hands with soap as carefully as possible, changed his dirty overalls, grinned in the mirror, and ran out happily, saying goodbye to his colleagues who came to take over, and took out his A cigarette, let the nicotine soothe the overtired nerves caused by staying up late and working overtime, and walked to his dilapidated pickup truck casually, and returned home from work.

But when he happily sat in the driver's seat, held the steering wheel, started the car, and drove the car for about 800 meters...

A deep and serious voice suddenly sounded in my ear: "Jimmy, you shouldn't smoke."

what the hell!

James was so frightened that he almost lost his grip on the steering wheel. The cigarette in his mouth fell on his thigh, which made him almost jump up like a rabbit. It rubbed against the ground violently, making a harsh sound and a few sparks that only occur when braking in an emergency.

"Oh, God!"

Thanks to this remote and sparsely populated road, nothing happened.

James hurriedly parked the car to the side of the road, gasped heavily in shock, widened his eyes, and turned angrily to look at the strange man who suddenly appeared in the back seat of the car: "You fucking Where did it come from?"

"God? No, no, I'm not."

The weird man replied with a serious expression: "Your little matter is not worth letting God handle it himself."

"Damnit!" James cursed: "Are you talking nonsense? Are you on drugs?"

But the man still looked serious: "I'm not on drugs, and I'm not talking nonsense. And, Jimmy, you shouldn't be swearing."

"Wait, don't call me Jimmy, we don't know each other that well, call me James! I don't need to be told what to do and what not to do! Come on, what the hell are you?"

James clapped his hands on the steering wheel irritably, and shouted, "Damn it! When did you climb into my car? Robber, thief, or psycho? Forget it, now! Get out! Or I'll call the police!"

"You shouldn't be so irritable, you should...should be more calm."

The man continued to express his opinion with a disapproving expression.

James became even more angry: "Shut up, bastard! You appeared in my car for no reason, and said something that shouldn't be like this or that, and asked me to be calm? Who do you think you are?"

"Are you afraid?"

"Nonsense! I'm afraid of you?"

The man blinked suspiciously, but suddenly leaned forward!

James flinched instinctively, with an uncontrollable look of horror in his eyes.

"You are just afraid that I will hurt you." The weird man concluded.

At the same time, there was a sudden understanding on his face, and he explained in a gentle tone: "Don't be afraid, James, I have no malice towards you.

"Enough of your talking! You bastard, get out of my car." James shouted even more angrily.

The strange man looked at him in bewilderment and said to himself: "Did I do something wrong? I'm sorry, I can apologize. But this is my first time in the world, and I don't know how to communicate with humans yet." The proper way to communicate..."

What the hell are these things?

Return to the world?Humanity?

James looked at him with the eyes of a lunatic. Sure enough, he was mentally ill?

While the man was in a daze, he dialed 999 casually: "Hey, please call the mental hospital? There is a dangerous lunatic in my car..."

"What?" The strange man raised his voice angrily: "I! No! Yes! Crazy! Bitch!"

And miraculously, with his voice, the old mobile phone used to make calls actually shattered.

First, cracks appeared on the screen like spider webs, and then with a 'bang' sound, the goddess scattered flowers and broke into countless small pieces...

James was dumbfounded on the spot.

The man still had a serious face, and solemnly emphasized every word: "Listen, I am an outstanding work of God, and God created me! You can't insult me!"

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa? !

The air froze for a moment.

James stared blankly at the scene in front of him.

He finally realized that something beyond his imagination had appeared in the real world.

"I, I can't stay with this guy anymore, what if he breaks me too? Look, the mobile phone is my lesson from the past."

He was trembling a little deep in his heart, and his brain with rich imagination clearly came up with this extremely terrifying association, and he wanted to open the door reflexively and rush out to escape.

But the man grabbed his arm from behind with such force that he couldn't struggle at all.

He frowned and said puzzledly: "Wait, you're leaving? It's so rude, I haven't finished my sentence yet, I... God! What's going on in your mind? I won't break it Yours, you are not the same as a mobile phone, you are more important than it. Don’t go, okay, I apologize, I was unconscious just now, and you were the first to call me crazy, don’t be afraid, I won’t treat you like that .”

Can unconsciousness be so scary?

It's not like you're acting in a Hollywood blockbuster where superpowers get out of control and do a lot of bad things, but the protagonist is always forgiven!

James was really intimidated.

He looked terrified, and he looked like he was about to suffocate. He panicked like a pig waiting to be slaughtered, but he still managed to stammer and try to save himself: "Don't, don't kill me! I'm poor, you kill me!" I don't have much money, and the most, most expensive mobile phone was blown up by you!"

"you listen to me……"

"Ah, don't kill me."

The man stayed for a few seconds, and muttered unhappy: "Forget it, I can't tell."

He stretched out his hand, and a cluster of white light shone in his palm.

James closed his eyes reflexively...

White light flooded him.

When he opened his eyes again, the whole world changed.

He went back to the year when he just dropped out of school at the age of 16 ten years ago.

Don't ask him why he knows this time period, because he knows it naturally.

A miraculous cognition appeared in his brain, and a supernatural mysterious power convinced him that everything in front of him was real.

"But what's going on here?" James muttered to himself with red eyes.

He stood blankly in the small bedroom that belonged to him ten years ago, looking around at the familiar and unfamiliar surroundings.

Then, unconsciously, he lowered his head and noticed his hands in surprise. They were extremely clean and white hands, without the fine and detailed scars caused by repeated abrasions, cuts, and stab wounds, and there were no long-term scars. The resulting dark mud, not to mention the black motor oil that can never be washed off between the fingers... All the traces of wind and frost left by those years disappeared miraculously at this moment.

"That's it."

The mysterious man's voice sounded calmly again.

James turned around in a hurry, waving his hands in a vain attempt to grab something to protect himself.

But in the face of such an unscientific reality, he could only stare wide-eyed in the end, unable to speak a word.

"I'm here to help you, because your fate is wrong." The man explained seriously: "James, no, James. Don't be afraid, I'm here to help you."

"What, what's wrong? What are you going to do for me?"

"Fate! We want to fix it, change it, and let you get back on the right track of fate."

"Are you kidding me?"

James's head was muddled, and he asked in disbelief and doubt: "Don't tell me, what kind of **** savior am I? For world peace, you have to fight hard, save human beings, defeat bad guys, etc. I'm not good at fighting, I I can't do it at all... And, you, who are you?"

"I'm not joking, you are indeed not the savior, but..."

The man stared at James and said: "You shouldn't be an ordinary auto mechanic either. You are one of the singers appointed in heaven. Like the musician Bach, you will go to heaven after death to play music for God. This is your original destiny, as for who am I?"

He paused, and introduced himself sincerely: "Hi, James. I'm an angel."

James' brain froze completely.

He was sluggish for a long time, and almost lost all language.

During this period, the man who claimed to be an angel always maintained the same sincere expression as before, waiting quietly and patiently for him to come back to his senses.

After a long time, James forced a smile.

But all this is still a riddle full of incomprehensible and absurd to him.

Facing the angel waiting for a response...

He thought for a long time and didn't know how to respond, and finally blurted out: "If, I mean, if all the angels look like you, I might not think about going to heaven at all."

Angel seems to lack a sense of humor.

There was a puzzled expression on his face, and his tone was still serious: "Excuse me, do you have any questions?"

But at this time, James' head that had finally gone offline went online again.

He remembered the lethality of this angel when he was 'unconscious', hesitated to speak, finally took a deep breath, and replied weakly: "It's nothing, forget what I just said nonsense. No problem, of course you have no problem..."

No wonder!

In fact, this man who calls himself an angel will shatter the dreams of anyone who believes in angels.

Because it was a muscular man close to two meters tall, strong and burly, with big arms and round waist, and the whole was like a giant humanoid beast.

Although this giant humanoid has a calm tone from beginning to end, a gentle temperament, no aggressive facial expressions, a pair of eyes that are as sincere and pure as a newborn baby, and at the same time as gentle and tolerant as an old man who sees through the world, but this still cannot conceal a "that bear" The generally extremely oppressive huge body and the big muscles that are about to burst the clothes have successfully shattered all the beautiful imaginations that the word "cherub" should have produced in James' heart. The cruel fact.

No wings, not a beautiful blonde.

It doesn't matter if the gender is male, he is not a young and neutral boy, but a super muscular and strong man...

what is this?

Is it a new generation of giant muscle angels born in heaven? !