The central east coast has a temperate semi-humid climate with a lot of rain. The next morning, a small town with water vapor stood in the town, with few people walking through the streets, occasionally a few wearing jackets, casual long-sleeved black people gathered under the sun shed, lit up the debris and garbage inside around the gasoline barrel, and listened to the rock rap played on the radio.

On the wet street, cars rushed past, attracting several people to gesture and scold. Then they saw the patrol police car coming, and then they calmed down. They waved friendly to the police looking in the window, and hummed again with the radio.

The flashing police lights flashed across the street, and the hidden corner reflected the police car away. Wang Ruhu shook his muddy shoes, reached in, and poked out from his toe, and smiled embarrassingly. It must have been broken when he was pedaling last night.

"It seems that I have to get a pair of shoes again. I'm not used to walking barefoot."

After trampling on the wet ground for a few times, I had to endure the discomfort and uncover the lid of the trash can be opened, thrown the broken shoes in, and turn around. I saw a thin old man wearing a white apron, broom in one hand and a bag of garbage in the other hand.

I don’t know if people are getting old and talk a lot, throwing away the garbage bag, standing in the rain and looking at Wang Ruhu, suddenly taking action.

"Come with me."

The old man spoke English, and Wang Ruhu could understand it, but he wanted to say it, but he didn't know how to pronounce it. He probably thought it was he who knew it before he lost his memory, but he didn't know how to speak actively after he lost his memory, but he could understand it passively.

After thinking for a while, he followed the old man and walked into the shop in front, and pushed open the small door of the wooden fan. A muffled fragrance came to his nose. Wang Ruhu stopped at the door, and his two bare feet rubbed against the blanket that was facing the door.

After all, if others are kind enough to take in, you should pay attention to politeness.

I twisted the rainwater from the fabric in front of the belly at the door and sat quietly to the seat next to the window. In the middle of the store was a long counter, below was a window, various bread and ham were arranged in a classified manner, neatly arranged, and there were automatic ice cream machines and beverage machines on it, which should be used for customers to match their own tastes.

There was an old woman in the store with perm of flower curly hair. Seeing Wang Ruhu looking around, stopping the mop in her hand, smiling kindly, and urging at the door behind the counter a few times.

Soon, the old man who went to the kitchen brought out a plastic plate, said a few words to the old woman, then came over here, put the food and soup on the table.

Then, he sat opposite Wang Ruhu with a smile.

"My name is Sage, and my wife and I have opened a shop here for many years. I often prepare some food for the meal."

Seeing that the tall oriental man had no intention of moving food, he thought he was thin-skinned, waved his hand and gently patted it on the back of his hand twice, regardless of whether Wang Ruhu could understand it or not, and his voice was kind.

"Don't be shy of young people. There are many difficulties in this world. Everyone has a bad luck. After this period, there will always be light on you. I was very down and couldn't even eat half a piece of bread. I was so hungry that I could not bear it, so I gave up my face and went to get a relief meal. There, I met the first ray of sunshine in my life."

The old man said, his mouth was smiling brightly without tooth, and his eyes were looking at the old woman holding a mop.

"I will only cheer up my life when I meet Jenny, and you will be the same. No one here will laugh at you. Eat, there will be tomorrow."

"Thanks."

Wang Ruhu could understand the old man named Sage, and thanked him and the old man's wife Jenny over there. Perhaps the other party could understand the thanks in Chinese. Both old men laughed and went to work on their own affairs.

The food on the table is not rich, a bowl of tomato soup, a pork burger, and donuts. For Wang Ruhu's figure and size, it is not enough to squeeze the teeth, but it is rare to eat it safely.

I took a bite of the burger, followed the way of eating large chunks of mutton like Morosia, picked up the tomato soup and drank it, and rinsed the dried burger in my mouth.

ton!

ton!

ton!

I drank it all in one breath and felt much more comfortable all over my body, and the feeling of hunger in the morning was also reduced.

‘It just tastes a little light…’

Looking at the clean bowl bottom, outside the glass window on the side, under the sunroof across the street, among the few black men surrounding the fire rap, there was a look in between. They happened to see the silhouette inside the glass window, and they pushed their hands to the companion, picked their chin, and pointed to the window.

Several people winked each other, held the radio playing rock, stepped on the music node, and staggered across the street. When they pushed open the small wooden door, Wang Ruhu was also raising his face, looking at the tall black men and slowly putting down the soup spoon.

"Hey!"

The old man in the store brought out a plate of freshly baked bread. When he saw what happened in front of him, he quickly put down the tray, wiped his hands on the apron, walked around the counter and approached the people, and asked them if they wanted to eat something and leave quickly if they didn't eat, and don't disturb the guests here.

As soon as the words fell, the strong black man in the jacket was pushed away, and he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"Oriental people... smugglers are not welcome here." The black man wrapped in a floral headscarf stepped on the chair wearing sunglasses, reached out to grab the donut on the table, and took a provocative bite.

Wang Ruhu glanced at the old woman who was trembling in fear in the shop, stood up silently, and as soon as he stood up, his two-meter height made the black men around him feel like a hill. Looking at the bulging muscles, the few people thought they had to deal with it, so they subconsciously retreated and scattered, setting up a boxing stance.

On this side, Wang Ruhuli ignored them, walked past the gap and helped the old man upright, thanked him in Chinese, turned around and left the store, and turned to the alley in the previous trash can.

"That oriental man...is really boring. I thought there was a fight."

"He dares not cause trouble, all those who smuggle are like this... If he meets a smuggled woman, it is a romantic encounter that doesn't cost money. It's best to be imprisoned... Haha..."

"Anyway, it's boring, men can have fun, brothers?"

Several people raised their hands and tacitly remake a few slaps, rushed out of the store, and chased into the alley opposite the trash can in the direction the oriental man had just left. Seeing the back still moving in front, he spoke with a "Hey!"

On the wet ground in front, Wang Ruhu stopped and looked at the thick beard, with a smile on his lips.

"I didn't want to attack in that old man's shop just now, but you dare to catch up... It's just right."

The black men who chased into the alley were a little confused. Didn’t they want to knead this oriental? Why did they feel that the other party was waiting for them here?

"What did he say?" "I... don't understand the words of the East."

"He turned around."

Someone among the few people said, and the tall figure in front of his vision slowly turned over, his body facing away from the light outside the alley. Under the rain curtain, the man's expression seemed to be covered by a shadow, and only the white teeth were exposed, as if he was smiling.

"......It just so happens that the clothes and shoes are ready-made."

The atmosphere solidified to the extreme, as if it was a tense bowstring. In the trash can behind, a wild cat screamed "meow" and the expressions on the faces of several black men instantly turned into horror, and they turned around and ran away.

The next second, the tall figure rushed over, grabbed one with one hand and threw it back casually. In an instant, there was a crackling sound in the alley. The shrill screams scared the wild cats looking for food, and jumped to the ground and ran away quickly.

Hearing the noise, the old couple chased after him. Before they could reach the entrance of the alley, a figure suddenly walked out, with black jackets, jeans, and a pair of leather shoes that fit their feet on their feet walking through the ground. The originally tall figure set off even more majestic, making the two old people dare not go over.

"Hold it."

Wang Ruhu took out a knife from his arms and stuffed it into the old man's hand. Then he opened his sunglasses and put it on his nose. Under his fluffy hair, his thick beard grinned and walked into the misty water vapor in the long street.

The old man and his wife looked at each other and approached the alley tremblingly. There were four or five black young men in it, all of which were stripped of underwear and not even socks. Their face was covered with bruises and swollen, and they looked black and red.

He raised his hand weakly and shouted at the old man in a vague way: "......... help... let's call an ambulance... thank you!"
Chapter completed!