After leaving Mr. Smith's restaurant, Mr. Pulin strolled alone on the street. He was more like a tourist than a pedestrian.
He would look at all the forms and forms around him.
The lights in the window, the people's reflections on the glass, or the old and young in the restaurant, or something else … anything that could move.
When the traffic lights turned green, Teacher Pu Lin stood on the pedestrian walkway and waited. Beside him sat a white-haired old man — he was really very, very old, and the age spots on his face were even gray.
The old man's family was buying something from the newsstand behind him.
"Good evening." Mr. Pulin looked at the change of the traffic light on the opposite side of the street. He didn't look back and just greeted the old man in the wheelchair.
The old man looked like he was asleep with his eyes half open … Perhaps he was going to fall asleep at any moment and was just trying his best not to. Finally, the greeting of 'Good evening' woke him up a little.
He did wake up a little, and the turbidity in his eyes faded a little. He looked up and saw Mr. Pulin standing beside him — The old man's pupils gradually opened a little. He even opened his mouth and his fingers subconsciously grasped the armrest of the wheelchair.
At this moment, the expression on the old man's face was … fear.
"Don't come over!" The old man's figure was very low and very fast, "Don't come near me!"
"I don't intend to come near you." Mr. Pulin still didn't look at the old man. His eyes didn't even move away from the traffic light on the opposite side of the street. At the same time, there was a smile on his face — a smile that didn't mean much, maybe it was just to make himself look better.
Hearing this, the old man's fingers that grasped the wheelchair gradually loosened … The slightly nervous and fearful expression on his face tended to calm down. He also looked at the traffic light on the opposite side of the street — it was still red, but it seemed to be entering the countdown phase of the red light.
"I know, I know." The old man lowered his eyes and said softly, "I know … I just don't want to leave, no one can."
"No one can stay forever. You have lived a life that others envy … I think, you should have no regrets." Mr. Pulin finally moved his gaze and turned his head to look at the old man in the wheelchair.
The old man's eyes met Mr. Pulin's. The countdown of the traffic lights on the opposite side of the road suddenly started … from the number 9, and then the number 8.
This time was non-stop, it was constantly decreasing. At most 10 seconds, no one knew what to do … In a person's life, what should be done in these 10 seconds in front of a traffic light?
"Maybe we should say goodbye." Teacher Pu Li suddenly said in a low voice.
The old man hurriedly moved away from Pulin's sight. He hurriedly turned around to look at his family members who were paying at the newsstand behind him.
He didn't blink. He didn't want to waste even a second. Perhaps he also felt that he had wasted too many of these ten seconds in front of traffic lights in his life.
His gaze wavered, and finally, his eyes became wet … The traffic light on the other side of the road finally turned green — ten seconds, such a short time.
At the moment when the traffic light turned green, Mr. Pulin moved. He slowly walked to the opposite side of the road — At the same time, the old man's heart suddenly beat violently.
This brought unprecedented pain to him. The old man painfully grasped the clothes in front of his chest and suddenly fell down from the wheelchair — This immediately alarmed his family members, the newsstand owner, and the pedestrians.
“！！！”
When people surrounded the place where the old man fell down, Mr. Pulin had already walked to the opposite side of the road. He glanced around and then walked to the left side of the road.
“！！！”
The man should be the old man's son. At this moment, he was helplessly holding the old man's body … The warm-hearted people began to help. At this time, a black cat quietly left the crowd.
The cat suddenly disappeared.
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In the kitchen of the restaurant, Mr. Smith who had temporarily finished his work at hand sat down and poured himself a glass of ice water.
In fact, he didn't feel hot. He didn't even sweat … Although the kitchen was equipped with air-conditioning, it was normal to have some sweat.
At this time, the waiter put away the plates after the diners finished eating and passed by Mr. Smith.
Mr. Smith glanced at it. He was about to drink water, but at this time, he didn't even care about drinking water. He directly put down the glass — in fact, he wasn't even thirsty.
"Why haven't these dishes been touched?" Mr. Smith suddenly stopped the waiter and frowned, "Which table's dishes are these?"
As a chef, he naturally cared about whether his products satisfied the diners — If the diners basically didn't touch the dishes cooked, it was the biggest negative for a chef.
Mr. Smith even took a careful look. He soon found that these dishes were made by himself, not by the sous-chef or the sous-chef.
"Sir, it's the table whose dishes you said were strange." The waiter thought at this time at this time and said, "Later, they called a friend and ordered a total of three dishes. The one who came later basically finished, but the couple didn't eat Young Master Dong. They basically tasted each dish. "
Mr. Smith frowned deeper … He suddenly stood up, walked forward, took a fork, and quickly tasted the dishes that hadn't been touched.
He tasted all of them … For a chef, tasting each dish was enough to judge the quality of the product — Mr. Smith quickly put down the fork … There was no problem.
He believed that this was the best taste he could make — but the diners almost didn't touch it … If it was only one dish that didn't work, it could be used as the reason that the diners were picky.
"You also try." Mr. Smith suddenly looked at the waiter and said.
The waiter was stunned, but didn't say anything. He also took a fork and tasted one by one, "The taste is very good, Mr. Smith. I don't think there is any problem."
She really felt that Mr. Smith's cooking skills were very good — this was a chef qualified to be a three-star Michelin chef. How could his cooking skills not be good?
"Where are the two diners now?" Mr. Smith was still very concerned about this matter.
"They have already paid the bill and left, sir." The waiter quickly said.
"They …" Mr. Smith thought for a while and said, "Did they say anything … intentionally or unintentionally, about these dishes?"
The waiter said, "They just said that they were not very hungry, so they didn't eat … In fact, I asked at that time. After all, they almost didn't touch them."
"Not hungry? If they weren't hungry, why did they come in the restaurant? "Mr. Smith pondered for a while," Think again, did they say anything? "
"But the young lady said … Let me think."
The waiter tried hard to recall. At this time, she found that it was difficult to recall the appearance of the couple — this couple could leave a deep impression on people.
"What did they say? Think quickly. "Mr. Smith even looked a little anxious, his eyes fixed.
The waiter quickly said, "By the way, what did the young lady say? The time has passed."
"Time … time?" Mr. Smith was stunned, then frowned again, "The time has passed? The time has passed? What do you mean? "
The waiter just shrugged … In fact, she didn't care too much about this matter. She even felt that her boss, Mr. Smith, seemed to be a little too sensitive — even a three-star Michelin chef could not say that he could make food that satisfied everyone.
Weren't there some who refused to eat pork?
"Sir, if there's nothing else, I'll go to work." Speaking of time, the waiter remembered that it was almost time for her to get off work. She didn't want to delay her work because of chatting with the man here — even if the man was her boss.
Of course, if Mr. Smith was willing to pay her overtime, of course, it was fine.
"Go ahead." Mr. Smith waved his hand, indicating that he agreed.
But before the waiter left, he put the food that had not been eaten much in front of him.
Once again, he began to taste the food he made. "Time … time has passed? Is it because of the heat? "
Just when Mr. Smith was puzzled, the home phone rang. It was Mrs. Elura. His mother, Mrs. Elura, said on the phone that Joe was missing and couldn't be found. And there was one more thing.
Mr. Smith stood up at once, "What, did you call an ambulance?!"
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"I'm going home!"
This was the fourth time Joe had requested — since he was saved by the big sister from the collision of the bus, he was taken to a room.
It looked like a woman's room — or a mother's room.
Why did he think so? It was because Joe saw a family photo in the room.
The mother was a beautiful woman, and this mother had a famous cute daughter … She looked about the same age as Joe, at least the cute little girl in the photo looked like that age.
So …
That's right, he was actually led by this incredible big sister to break into an ordinary family's house. Without the consent of the house owner, he began to use the house's things — mainly on Joe.
"Go home? Okay, cut it open, put it in a box, and then send it to your door! " Nero stepped on the chair at this time, looking at Joe with a smile. Her hands were actually not idle — she was holding the makeup products of the mistress of the room. "Don't cry! I've painstakingly put on the eye makeup! If you mess it up, I'll dig out your eyes! "
Obviously, as a former Divine General of the Michael Club who was trained for the purpose of fighting, she had no experience in taking care of children — but it had to be said that such a threat was more effective than Pinocchio in the bedtime story.
"I hate skirts, I don't want to wear skirts, I'm a boy!" Joe sniffled softly while protesting with grievance.
"Okay, kid! See if you are satisfied! " Nero didn't care about this. At this time, she threw the makeup products behind her, picked Joe up from the stool, and put him in front of the makeup mirror.
She even stuck out her tongue and pressed it against her upper lip, admiring her 'masterpiece' with a satisfied expression.
In the mirror, Joe was wearing a pink dress and even a wig, looking like a delicate doll.
"Big sister … Can I really defeat Mr. Death like this? I don't want to be a girl! "
"Don't be noisy, I'll cut you! Anyway, you don't need it now, and I don't know how it feels to use it! It's not a pity to lose it! "
"I want to go home! I want to go home! "
At this time, the owner of the room probably just came back and heard the sound from the room upstairs … The mistress suddenly asked loudly upstairs.
Nero didn't care about this. She directly turned into a silver-gray leopard, biting Joe's clothes and carrying him out of the window.
Ah —!!!!
When the mistress of the room hurriedly ran up to open the door and turn on the light, she suddenly screamed — her room at this time was as if the most despicable thief had visited it, turning everything upside down. The saddest thing was that the things in front of her dressing table were almost cracked and broken …
It was a mess.
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The ambulance quickly drove into the town's hospital — the local population was not large, but because of the university, the medical system was not too far behind — but obviously, it couldn't be called very advanced.
Mr. Smith hurried to the hospital, and Mrs. Elura was already waiting nervously outside the emergency room.
"Why is this happening?" Mr. Smith asked hurriedly.
Mrs. Elura cried and said, "I don't know, it was fine at dinner, but Debra suddenly said her stomach was very painful, so I could only call an ambulance."
"Where is he?"
"Inside, the doctor just went in and it was very bad."
Mr. Smith quickly took two deep breaths, glancing at the light in front of the emergency room, and suddenly became confused, "Where's Joe? Still not found? "
Mrs. Elura could only shake her head and said that she had called the police.
Mr. Smith wiped his face hard and sat down … All the unfortunate things happened at once, which reminded Mr. Smith of the unfortunate thing that happened half a year ago.
It's okay, it's okay.
He quietly told himself in his heart, It's okay … Didn't I get through it half a year ago?
Bang —!
Mr. Smith suddenly heard a chaotic sound … the sound of brakes, screams, and loud noises.
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Outside the town's hospital, a sparrow suddenly stopped on a small tree in the courtyard, looking at something — At this time, a figure slowly walked over — Teacher Pulin.
The sparrow flew away from the tree at once.
Teacher Pulin looked up at the hospital at this time.
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