"Sir, sir!! You didn't pay!! Hey! Sir!!"
Before the angry vendor rushed out, Craig stopped him, "Here, no need to look for it..." and then caught up with... the fat man who had already run away in small steps, "Father, father..." Craig looked... painful, "You can't put everything into your body without seeing it..." Craig opened the coat of the man he called his father and fumbled around, "Father? Where have you been hiding?"
The fat man smiled with a face full of wrinkles~ "What did I teach you~ Put the weapons on the upper body, because they may be used at any time~ Put the toys on the lower body, when you are alone, you can take them out and enjoy them alone~ ~”
Craig squatted down with a look of discomfort on his face and started groping on his father's legs...
"Ho, ho ho ho ho..." This was the kind of laughter that was trying to hold back but failed, coming from above Craig. Vertex 23S. Fastest update
Craig looked up helplessly, "Father?"
"Not on my lap~hohohohoho..." The fat man laughed so hard that his whole body trembled, "In my ass~"
"Father!"
"It's a bubble machine~~" The fat man bowed forward... his buttocks were slightly raised, giving Craig a 'ready' look.
Craig shuddered, and a bad premonition suddenly arose. He moved his body quickly and stared at his father's raised butt.
Colorful bubbles shooting out from behind his father's butt? It would be nice if that was the case. The pants that perfectly highlighted the line of a fat man's buttocks began to be stained and spread by a circle of dark moisture...
"Father!!"
"Oh." The fat man kept his butt raised, but turned his head and looked at his wet lower body, "That was a mistake."
Craig hugged the fat man with a bulging front and back, and led him to a public bench on the street.
"Father, please, please stay here and don't move!" Craig pressed his father's shoulders and begged.
The fat man looked at Craig with a pitiful expression, "Won't you change me into a pair of clean pants?"
"I will!" Craig covered his head, "But now! I really need to do something, I'm already too late!"
"Can't I come with you?" He was pitiful.
"No! You can't, I've already explained it!" Craig was ravaging his face, "You can't just enter Barton! The mayor of Barton is a man of Indian descent! You must have legal status to enter. !”
"Oh~" Fatty seemed to be happy, "You are going to take my new identity~ I hope I have a cooler name~ I'm looking forward to it~~"
"Yes! Keep looking forward to it!" Craig pointed at his father, "Stay here, don't move!"
The fat man gave him two thumbs up.
Craig turned around, entered the dark alley on the street, and disappeared.
The fat man's anticipation lasted... two minutes. He began to move his fat butt frequently on the bench. Humidity is really not a pleasant experience.
Just as his big ass was about to leave the bench, a man sat down next to him.
The man seemed to be in a bad mood. As soon as he sat down, he opened the newspaper in his hand and started flipping through it.
The fat man tilted his head and looked at it for a while, "Life here is so convenient~" The fat man started the conversation.
The man was stunned for a moment and glanced sideways at the fat man, "Sorry? What did you say?" It was a normal passerby's reaction.
"I said life here is really convenient~" The fat man gave the man a smile, "There are machines and factories to make those novel gadgets~" The fat finger pointed at the newspaper in the man's hand, "There is also this, made by the factory A large amount of copied information is delivered to everyone~"
The man frowned and said, "Yes." He turned back and continued to flip through his newspaper.
"Where I come from, everything needs to be made by hand. Even a child's toy requires a craftsman to work for several days~" The smile on the fat man's face became even bigger, "Haha, as for information, haha, civilians don't know how to make it. Don’t know the information~ Everything you know was shouted by some dirty drunk guy in the bar~”
The man looked at the fat man again with a strange expression on his face. Since the fat man mentioned 'dirty drunkard', the man's eyes noticed the obviously wrong color of the clothes on the fat man's lower body. The man frowned and moved aside.
"Oh!" The fat man looked at his lower body, twisted his body and dug around in his pants, and found a deformed plastic product, "It's broken~"
The man saw the bubble machine in the fat man's hand, with liquid still dripping from the twisted nozzle. He frowned a little, closed the newspaper in his hand, took out a handkerchief from his clothes, and handed it to the fat man.
"Thank you~~" The fat man seemed to be surprised. He took the handkerchief and his movements began to twist in a way that was hard to watch. He stuffed his handkerchief into... you know.
The man's brows that had just relaxed a little furrowed again and he said, "You should change it." It was very friendly for a passerby to give advice to another inexplicable stranger.
"Ah! My son..." The words were quickly replaced, "Brother went to get it, I'll wait for him here~"
The man unfolded the newspaper in his hand again, "I hope your brother will be here soon." He didn't mean to be sarcastic, "You might catch a cold, it's flu season."
"We don't have to name the seasons like spring, summer, autumn and winter anymore??" Fatty was sincerely... confused.
The man sitting next to him was even more confused than the fat man, "Uh... we use spring, summer, autumn and winter, but now we have the flu."
"Oh." The fat man seemed to understand and nodded his broad head.
The man turned back to his newspaper again, but for some unknown reason, he occasionally glanced at the fat man.
The fat man noticed it and smiled, "I'm not a local~"
The man's mouth twitched and he didn't respond, but he stopped peeking at the fat man.
"Are you a local?" The fat man seemed not to give up on this 'encounter'.
"Yes... no." The man frowned, as if this conversation made him uncomfortable from the beginning. He closed the newspaper again, looked at the fat man, and completely tilted his body to face the fat man. The kind of fat man who put down The matter in hand, the feeling of being ready to find out, speaking at a fast pace
"I was born here and spent my childhood here. Then I didn't go to college. My parents made an agreement with me. If I went to college, they would provide for me to go to school. If not, I would leave home and live on my own. Normal, nothing to complain about. So I went to Barton, worked and raised a family in Barton. So yes, I am a local, but I am not." I suddenly put down the newspaper and said so much, just for this sentence and that pair of words Looking into the face, "What's your story, random stranger sitting next to me??"
Anyone with social consciousness should know that when a passerby suddenly throws his life story in front of you, it is the time to say "Sorry to bother you" and consciously walk away.
Pity.
The fat man blinked and felt aggrieved, "I sat here first."
The man opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and turned back, "Sorry, pretend I didn't say anything." He was about to open the newspaper again, but halfway through, he said, "Tsk!" He closed the newspaper, threw it aside, and looked at the sky at 45 degrees.
"You look troubled~" The fat man regained his cheerful expression and moved towards the man, "A random stranger sitting next to me~"
The man turned back to look at the sky at a 45-degree angle, then looked at the fat man. He was quiet for three seconds and said, "Haha." He smiled, "You are really an interesting guy!"
The fat man smiled happily, "My brother said that if I am not sure whether what I say is suitable for this era (time)... place, I just quote other people's words~"
The man smiled and shook his head, "Your brother is a smart man."
"He is~" The fat man shook his head and glanced at the newspaper thrown away by the man, "Newton Daily." He repeated the biggest word on it, and then, "Isn't there anything you dare to be interested in?"
The man shrugged, "I almost don't recognize this city anymore." There was another tendency to look at the sky at forty-five degrees.
"But you said your parents and your childhood were here..."
Being interrupted is not considered rude, "When I was a child, I lived in Barton. Barton is my home." The man shook his head and seemed to complain to himself, "If it weren't for that stupid policy, I wouldn't come back. "
The fat man blinked.
The man clicked his tongue again, this time it was not because he was impatient, but simply because he wanted to 'share'. He turned his body completely and put his hand on the fat man's shoulder, "Tell me! How could there be such a stupid policy?! The place where I work is recalculating employee pensions, and one of the crazy rules is, If a person’s relatives live in Barton City, the pension can be increased by two points!”
"Is two dots a lot?" The fat man looked at the hand on his shoulder. He didn't know what he was thinking, but the question seemed to come out smoothly.
"A lot!" The man's hand left the fat man's shoulder. It was caused by excitement. His hand was waving now, "This is not the point! I don't know what our boss is thinking! Doesn't he know his own employees? I dare It is said that most of the working-class relatives in Barton are not in Barton!" The man snorted angrily, "Barton has only existed for fifty years! The boss has no idea! How can he inexplicably create such a large number of employees... "glaring at Dongfang, "something that the backbone of the enterprise cannot enjoy!"
It seems that the head that takes up a lot of space is not all fat and fat. "Are you here to pick up your family and live with you in Barton?"
Wait a moment.
Speaking of which, I haven’t told you where this is. No need to hide anymore.
This is Newton. Well, this might have been exposed a long time ago. But we know how desolate Newton is. The chance of anyone sitting on a public bench on the street is zero. Not to mention the possibility that a vendor selling a small toy like a bubble machine might have been 'stealed' by a fat man.
So this is the only place in Newton that must maintain some 'prosperity' no matter how the city fails. transportation hub. This is Newton's train station. To be more specific, this is the street in front of the station entrance. To be more specific, this is the entrance for people in Newton to leave here.
"Answer?" The man snorted again, shaking his head as if sadly, "I just had a quarrel with my parents whom I haven't seen in a few years. As I said, my home is in Barton, and their home is Newton.”
"Then you're going to lose those two points." Fatty gave an empathetic expression, "I'm sorry."
The man took a deep breath and slowly shook his head, "Let's watch again." The man was immersed in himself for a while and looked at the fat man, "What about you?"
"Me~" Fatty laughed again, "I come from a, um, very backward place~"
"Uh-huh." The man looked at the fat man, remembering the beginning of this encounter, and curled his lips, "Tell me about it, it's only fair. I've told you so much, you have to express something."
"It's a war-torn place where people hate each other. If you stand on someone else's territory without permission, you will be burned to death." The fat man kept the smile on his face.
The man wrinkled his face, "Where? It's not the Federation. Why are such barbaric things happening now?"
The fat man raised his eyebrows, "Barbaric?" Then he smiled again, "Haha, I guess it is indeed barbaric."
"Okay." The man seemed to realize that he shouldn't comment on other people's origins. "I have nothing to comment on. Eleven years ago, the Federation fought a war with the North." He looked at the fat man sincerely. , "I hope your country is at peace now."
The fat man didn't respond and tilted his head while keeping a smile.
The man might get the wrong idea. He thinks it means 'there is no peace' and says, "You speak Federal very well." What a smooth topic change.
"My brother taught me~" Fatty answered smoothly.
"He is a good teacher." The man answered smoothly.
"The good teacher is here~" Fatty suddenly stood up and looked at Craig who was walking over with a smile, "Hi! Brother~"
Craig's face briefly felt uncomfortable, "Hi! Brother!" He had clean pants on his left hand and a document bag on his right hand. He controlled his facial expression with difficulty, "You have made a new friend." He clicked on the man. Head down.
The man nodded back.
"Yes!" The fat man looked at the man, "He is..."
Interrupted, "We should go." Craig pulled the fat man, "You need to change your pants."
"Bye~ the random stranger sitting next to me~"
"Haha, bye." The man smiled back, "I hope you can enjoy the peace of the Federation." For a short time together, this kind of blessing is quite good.
Fatty, "I also hope you can solve those two points~"
The two smiled at each other and parted.
Just after confirming that no one paid attention to their things, he said, "Father! You can't have casual contact with people in Newton!"
"I know~" Fatty smiled, "I asked him if he was a local~"
Well. Everyone has seen this, and you should know that this fat man is the ancestor of Zimixi. Then, what does it mean to recall what Frank and Black Cat revealed to me, the true ancestor of the vampire clan
"He can't even do it! Now Newton is still a city of angels! Angels are very sensitive to souls! They want all the souls in Newton!"
"Didn't I eat him~" The fat man smiled... unusually cheerfully, "His soul is safe~ He still has a chance to enter heaven or hell~" Yes, the souls of humans who have been completely eaten by the true vampire ancestors will Go to purgatory.
Now go back and look at the beginning of the real conversation between the fat man and the man, and see if there is any chill in the back. It should be cold
Fatty, "But I'm really hungry, son."
"Hey, it's a twenty-minute drive and we'll be at Barton. The ancestors of Toledo and Lesembula have prepared food for you. You can endure it for twenty minutes."
"Okay." Fatty blinked, "Tell me again what are their names?"
"Zachary Grande and Frank Gilberg." Craig opened the folder. "And your name..."
"Wow~ I'm looking forward to it~"
"Bob Winston."
"Bob? Is that a cool name?"
"Cool as hell!" replied Craig, the teacher of some guy who'd been asleep for four centuries and said whatever the cool names of the era were.