Hunter · Petty Citizen and Bandit Leader

It takes a lot of effort to make a good coffee. At that time, learning to make coffee was just to prevent my human taste from going on strike.

The dull color slowly flowed into the mouth, and the moment the tip of the tongue touched, the bitterness spread, and I only tasted the bitterness, just like the sentence that I couldn't open my mouth at first: 'I am a human being', that kind of bitterness was unbearable.

This is a cup of black coffee without sugar.

"Then, what is Aze's goal?" He asked.

I looked up and looked at him in surprise, as if I didn't expect him to ask such a question.

Only then did he notice the impolite part of his question, he raised his eyebrows, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, because I'm a little curious... I don't have any other meaning."

I looked at the waves swaying in the cup, and there were blurred shadows one after another.

"How come..." I put down the cup in my hand, lowered my eyes slightly, looked at the delicate patterns on the surface of the cup, and moved my lips a bit, "...I forgot."

Not amnesia, but forgetting.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere became quiet.

"Sorry, I reminded you of an unpleasant memory." He put down the glass, and his smile was more far-fetched, as if he was condemning his momentary curiosity.

"How come, it's my fault, I chose..." I chose a shortcut that I couldn't turn around, I stopped and didn't say the following sentence, because there is no need to say so much to an outsider.

Next, we didn't involve in the topic of 'life', but instead made some interesting jokes, and each other smiled in good faith.

The atmosphere was very good, but I didn't understand or guess what the other party really thought.

"Yesterday, I met a poor man who had lost his leg and was lying on a special sliding scooter, pushing forward with one hand on the ground, and holding a broken bowl in the other, shaking and begging, I couldn't bear I gave some money and put it in his bowl." He put down the cup in his hand, and the bottom of the cup hit the table lightly, making a cold sound, and slowly described the figure of the beggar, as if the poor man was still with him. in front of the eyes.

He slightly raised his half-closed eyes, looked at me with dark eyes, and asked, "I did this, right?"

I can't figure out what he's thinking, it's been like this since the beginning of the conversation, with that terrifying appearance, in front of the culprit of the murder, he still looks indifferent, did you not see it?still……

Oh, I forgot, the smell of blood on his body is faint but deep into the bone marrow.

I always forget some more important things, such as the smell of the man in front of me.

"Sir, if you think you've done the right thing, then you're right. Why should you care about other people's opinions, and how can it be wrong to give alms to a poor person who can't even support himself?"

I answered this question from the perspective of an ordinary person, but I still said something that I agree with.

'Go your own way, let others say it! What's the difference between 'and this sentence 'If you think you're doing the right thing, then you're right, why should you care about other people's opinions'.

"Suoga, that's really great. I always felt that I gave him too much money, which would cause him trouble." He was relieved that he had given too much, and showed his face. chuckle.

It's obviously a good thing to say, but I just think it's a very bad thing. His smile is too much like a child accidentally playing with a toy, but he doesn't know the innocent innocence of playing it.

I didn't grasp the point, but an involuntary chill rose from the bottom of my spine.

"Aze's coffee, I like it very much." He changed the subject, picked up the cup with half a cup of coffee, and shook it lightly. The pure black waves undulated up and down, as if they were about to spill onto the clean and white tablecloth. Not at all.

The shaking technique is pretty good.

I didn't know what he meant, so I could only chuckle.

This guy is really... an old fritter.

But you already basically know what kind of person the other party is, don't you?

A man with a slight smell of blood and a deep bone marrow, how can he think deeply about what kind of person the other party is.

The answer is already obvious.

Until he left, there was still a lot of coffee in his hand, and only the last sip of his cup, with fine residue remaining on the rim of the cup.

It seems to prove his sentence 'Azer's coffee, I like it very much. '.

This is the answer I want?It was...unexpected.

Old fritters, old fritters, I silently read this sentence in my heart.

"Smelly girl! Everyone is gone, why don't you come and help!" The boss shouted from behind, and only when he was angry would he add "smelly" in front of "girl".

Sure enough, the boss was still holding grudges. I sighed softly, stood up, put away the cups on the table, stacked them on the plate, and carried them back to the back kitchen. I planned to wash them and put them on the cabinet. There was a pause.

The girl's earnest and crisp apology sounded in the boss' ears.

"I'm sorry, boss."

All of a sudden, the boss felt that this girl knew her mistakes and could correct them, yes, she was touched, but she fell to the bottom in the next second.

"I know that being single is not the boss' fault, and this store can't do without a lady boss, so boss, you have to work hard to lose weight."

Too heavy, too fat will become the key to your wife, you still need to lose weight!

"..." The boss felt that the emotions that had just arisen were all floating clouds. This stinky girl is really hateful! ?Sprinkle salt in people's wounds!Angrily staring at the back of the already gone, the boss who was poking the painful place repeatedly decided to ignore the brat for the next few days.

I didn't know that an unintentional sentence actually revealed the boss's arrogant attribute.

Maitreya Buddha's figure, coupled with the arrogant attributes, no matter how you think about it... joy (looks up at the sky).

Why bother, it's just a sentence, you can't lose fat if you keep it in your heart.

——The boss still didn't forgive me, and he even yelled "bad girl" and "bad girl" even more, did I do something wrong again?Hey, a man's heart is like finding a needle in a haystack!

Daily articles (3)

"Mom, Mom, I want that!"

"Which one? That one is so expensive."

"Mom, you promised to buy it for me, don't lie."

"Mom, I'm not lying. I just sigh that my pockets have become thinner again."

"Boss, I want that! Wrap it up for me..."

"Mom is the best!"

Holding the fresh coffee beans I bought today, I passed the two mothers and sons stationed in the toy store, and their conversations flowed into my ears.

The boy jumped up excitedly, and his mother watched with a helpless and doting smile.

It seems... It has merged with the scene deep in my memory.

I remembered that when I replaced the girl's body, I was bullied by [similars] and hid in the dark, shouting the word 'mother', crying and lowering my voice.

Thinking about it now, it's really embarrassing.

After all, is the actual age pulled down by the physical age?That's why it's so embarrassing to cry like a three-year-old child, "Mom, I want to go home", "Mom, save me" and other childish and stupid words.

However, my mother didn't come... It's really, really good.

I shook the large bag of coffee beans that was about to slip off. Among the passing crowd, different smells were inhaled into my lungs, like various delicacies that could no longer be tasted with the tip of the tongue.

Suddenly, my steps stopped, and then a hand appeared out of the sky, and took away the large bag of coffee beans in my arms, and my wrist was light.

I turned my head and saw the black-haired young man without any surprise. Again, I smelled it before I saw it.

"Sir, why are you here?" I looked at the young man who appeared behind me in amazement.

"I happened to come out of the library, and I saw you." The young man lowered his eyes slightly, as he said, holding a few books thick enough to kill people. Judging from the dark yellow pages, the books are from the ages old books.

How could he borrow such a valuable book from that old man?

I blinked in surprise. The location of the library is very coincidental. It’s just next to the street I’m standing on. It’s also a road section I often pass by. Sometimes I go there to read books when I’m bored. The administrator there is an old man in his seventies, wearing a pair of old glasses, and likes to drive away noisy readers with a feather duster, but he is a person who loves books very much. If you are lucky, you can find some original works out of print .

It's a pity that I wanted to borrow and browse for a few days, but it became a problem because of my love for books. Because of this, I wanted to borrow a few out-of-print books many times, but was ruthlessly rejected by the old man.

That's why I was so surprised that the old man was willing to do it?Miracle.

"That's an enthusiastic old man." Naturally, he knew what I was thinking, as long as he asked the old man to borrow a book, he would know the difficulties, it was simply astonishing.

"...Well, what did you say?" I pursed the corner of my mouth, whispered, and asked a question that I was more concerned about.

Maybe, the next time I borrow a book, I can do the same.

"That old gentleman is a scholar who loves the history of Ruma-Leninism. I learned a lot from him." The young man picked up the book in his hand, and there were vertical lines of characters twisted like tadpoles on it, smiling slightly.

I stared at the tadpole characters that I didn't know what was written on it, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "...Lumali?"

"No, it's Karma." The young man said.

"..." I was silent. Didn't we talk about 'Rumaline' just a second ago?How come there is a 'Karma'?

"...is it recording history?"

"No, it's the complete works of the famous poet of 'Rumah Alek'. Although it is a copy, it is already very rare." When the young man talked about 'copy' and 'rare', his eyes widened