The young man's body trembled, and he suddenly stopped, raised his hand and touched his face, and whispered: "I'm sorry, I haven't slept well in the past two days. The exam is about to take place, so I'm a little nervous."
"It's okay, it's okay. If you want a watermelon knife, I'll get it for you. But why are you buying a watermelon knife?" Xiao Mo walked around the boy and bent down to pick up the multifunctional wooden knife holder that fell on the ground to see if there was any damage. , casually placed it on the shelf, raised his hand to take off the watermelon knife hanging above the shelf, and asked pretending to be casual.
"Cut the watermelon." The boy stretched out his hand.
"Oh, it's not just a group fight." Xiao Mo said with a smile. At the same time, as if he didn't see the boy's outstretched hand, he quietly hid the knife behind his back and said as calmly as possible: "I've opened this knife before, it's sharper. It's best to let your adults buy it. Do you think it's okay?"
The young man frowned, "How much?"
Xiao Mo quoted a high price that was more expensive than the supermarket, "Two hundred and eighty."
"So expensive? The supermarket only sells it for 40 to 50 yuan."
"My watermelon knife is produced by 'Wang Xiaoquan', the century-old brand of domestic knives. It is made of all steel and has a specially forged edge. It is an old thing from more than ten years ago and cannot be bought now, so I gave it to you again. It has been driven over the front, so the price is naturally more expensive.”
"Should we sell it cheaper?" the young man bit his lip and asked.
"The cheapest price is two hundred and fifty, and it won't work any lower." Xiao Mo said and was about to put the knife back on the wall.
"Thirty yuan, do you want to sell it?"
Xiao Mo smiled, "Classmate, it's not that I won't sell it to you. Knives are more dangerous and I can't escape responsibility if something goes wrong. Besides, the price you quoted is too low. I'm sorry."
The young man looked straight at Xiao Mo with a pair of red eyes.
Xiao Mo frowned in his heart. What aroused this child? Why do you look so fierce? Didn't he buy the watermelon knife just because he wanted to kill someone
The more Xiao Mo thought about it, the more worried he became, and the more he dared not give the knife.
"Ahem, do you want something to drink? I'm treating you." There is a privately-owned supermarket next to Xiao Mo's shop, as well as a milk tea seller.
The young man gasped twice, rubbed his eyes, suddenly turned around and ran away.
Xiao Mo was very worried about this young man, but he was worried because he didn't want to meddle in a stranger's affairs.
He used to be troublesome... Oh, what's going on? Why do you keep thinking about the past today
Xiao Mo hung up the watermelon knife and went downstairs to continue his unfinished work. The boy buying a knife was just a small incident for him, and he might forget all about it after a while.
When he returned to the counter, he turned off the doorbell. This thing is too noisy. As long as he is at the counter, it will be turned off.
While he was busy in front of the computer, he suddenly heard a tender question in his ear: "How to sell this solar charger for mobile phones?"
Xiao Mo was startled. When did the guests come in? Why didn't he feel it
When I looked up, I saw a child whose height was barely the same as the one-meter-high counter, looking at the products inside.
Yo, another acquaintance! It was the little furry child who slept on the park bench in the morning.
Have these two kids made an appointment? You left and he came
Xiao Mo began to consider the possibility that the two children knew each other.
"Uh, you want to buy a mobile phone charger?" Isn't he a street kid? Xiao Mo felt that he had made another joke. Fortunately, the police and the child's family did not come to trouble him.
The child raised his head, looked at him, and nodded.
Xiao Mo muttered in his heart that the child's family was so irresponsible that such a young child was allowed to sleep on a bench in the park so early in the morning. Moreover, the clothes on his body did not fit well and were not clean.
"Did your parents ask you to buy it?"
The child shook his head decisively.
"Then who asked you to buy it?"
"...Brother, why do you have so many questions?"
Xiao Mo was stunned. Why is this little kid talking like an old man
"I buy and you sell, you don't care who asked me to buy." The child continued to make astonishing remarks.
Xiao Mo was so excited that he was speechless.
Well, apparently he met a kid who liked to act grown-up, had a higher IQ, and was different.
Just like playing games with the children, Xiao Mo shook his head, stood up and stood in front of the counter, bent down and pointed at the products on the counter and said to the stinky kid: "Do you know which one you want to buy?"
"Well, it's that universal solar charger." The child pointed to one of the chargers in the row on the counter.
"Are you sure? This thing is said to be universal, but there are many models that it cannot match. For example, some old models and the latest smartphones... "
"I know. As long as it can charge the Yafei 320 smartphone!" The child interrupted Xiao Mo's introduction and poked the glass of the counter impatiently, "Are you going to sell it or not? Can five yuan be enough?"
"Five dollars?" Xiao Mo laughed out loud, "Kid, are you sure your parents didn't ask you to sell cuteness so you can take advantage of me?"
"Brother, you talk so much nonsense! Just tell me whether I can sell it for five yuan, right?"
“…”
"Hey, are you mute?" The child puffed up his face and continued to poke at the glass impatiently.
Xiao Mo suppressed the desire to reach out and pinch the child's face, "Ahem, my price tag is only fifty. This thing is a brand-name product with very good quality. Even though it is second-hand, I guarantee the quality for three months. , basically speaking, as long as you take good care of it, it will last three to five years without any problem. Um... Why am I telling you this? "
Xiao Mo groaned, so he was most afraid of doing business with children. Not only would he bargain for you, but he would also not know the goods. The most hateful thing was that he would return the goods if he wanted to, especially those under eight years old.
"Five yuan for this useless thing with no technical content is fine." The child muttered, "Forget it. Then do you have a broken solar charger that cannot be repaired?"
"Why do you want to be so mean?" No wonder Xiao Mo was startled. The tone of this little devil's voice was so unlike that of a four or five-year-old child.
"You care..."
"Squeak--" The sudden braking caused the high-speed tires to rub against the road surface, making a shrill scream.
At the same time, the human scream of "Ah--" also pierced the eardrums.
Inside the store, one big and one small looked outside together.
"It killed someone! The truck hit and killed the child!"
Following this shrill shout, Shannan Jiayuan Shopping Street became commotion. Doors opened, and people buying and selling things ran out one after another. A large number of people gathered at the intersection.
There is a main road outside, and the traffic light is fifty meters in front of the small square of Shannan Jiayuan Street Shop.
child? Xiao Mo stood up and walked to the door of the store but did not dare to step out. Could it be... No, it wouldn't be.
Go out and have a look, maybe it's just an injury, yes, go out quickly, maybe something can be done, at least I can drive that child to the hospital!
"Wait here, don't run around!" Xiao Mo rushed out of the counter, gave the child a hasty instruction and ran out.
"Hey!"
Xiao Mo didn't look back, he didn't even bother to lock the store door.
The child curled his lips, thought for a moment, and walked out with a small backpack on his back.
The truck that caused the accident was parked at the intersection.
When Xiao Mo arrived, the front of the truck was already tightly surrounded, and the crowds who came out to watch the fun had blocked the lane. Passing vehicles had to honk their horns loudly and slow down, but unfortunately the effect was not obvious, and many vehicles were stranded within a short time.
From time to time, sighs such as "It's so pitiful", "It's a boy", "It's such a miserable death", "It can't be lived" were heard from the crowd.
Listening to these sighs, Xiao Mo became more and more anxious. While squeezing in, he hurriedly took out his mobile phone. Maybe he was not the first to call the police, but it was safer to call the police just in case.
"Hello? This is the intersection near Shannan Jiayuan at the end of Ninggu Avenue in the Sixth District of Chengnan. There was a major car accident here. A child was hit and he is not sure whether he is alive or dead. Please send an ambulance and police car over quickly! I What's your last name? My last name is Xiao, could you please notify the ambulance first? Hurry! Maybe the child is still alive!"
Xiao Mo squeezed in while dealing with the operator at the emergency center. The crowd finally squeezed a gap for him.
The boy, who was carrying a schoolbag and wearing a school uniform, was lying on his back more than ten meters away from the front of the truck with his body twisted.
There were people around him making sure of his life and death, and everyone who put their hands under the young man's nose shook their heads.
A large pool of blood flowed out from under the young man.
Xiao Mo knelt down on one knee beside the young man's head and put his hand on his neck.
No pulse.
A man in his forties who looked like a truck driver was crying and walking around the front of the truck without a clue. From time to time he would shout anxiously: "I didn't hit him! The light was green just now, he rushed up on his own!" I didn't hit him... I didn't..."
Suicide or accident
Xiao Mo mustered up the courage to look at the young man's face.
This was the second time he had seen a dead man's face.
The first time it was his mother, this time it was a stranger he had only met twice.
His mother's early death was an eternal pain for Xiao Mo. He would never forget the horrific scene when he opened the door of his parents' room and saw his mother dying on the bed with a ferocious face.
Liu Ying, his mother, died five years ago at the age of fifty-one. The indirect cause of death was cerebral infarction, and the direct cause of death was asphyxiation.
When the mother has a cerebral infarction, she vomits. She loses body control and is unable to call for help, let alone spit out the vomit in her mouth. That's why he lived next door but didn't hear anything.
Death by suffocation is the most painful way to die in the world.
His mother's terrifying face scared him so much that he ran out of the room, not even daring to confirm whether his mother was alive or dead.
After closing his eyes, the face he had deliberately forgotten appeared clearly in front of him again.
Very clear, is this considered the second development of his brain? Memory is improving instead of retreating
Xiao Mo was thinking wildly while focusing on the young man's face.
He didn't know why he cared so much about the boy's face and expression when he died, and even forced himself to look at it.
The boy's eyes were wide open. They were bloodshot due to congestion, and there was a little bloodshot overflow from the corner of his left eye.
Xiao Mo couldn't help but wipe away the tear-like blood with his fingers.
The bloodshot disappeared as soon as it was wiped. Xiao Mo retracted his finger and suddenly shuddered.
He discovered that... the corners of the young man's mouth were actually grinning, as if he was smiling.
Xiao Mo took one look and quickly looked away. Except for people with special jobs, no one would stare at the face of a dead person, except for perverts.
When Xiao Mo stood up, he subconsciously glanced at the young man again.
Yes, the boy was really smiling.
That expression was not so much one of pain as it was one of being freed from some kind of shackles.
Xiao Mo looked at the panicked driver who was in tears and felt a little sad.
The driver looked like an honest man at first glance. The man in his forties had his eyes red from crying, and his hands were shaking because of fear.
He looked up at the surveillance equipment at the intersection, thinking that if the boy really hit it by himself, there should be evidence left in it.
"Ding, a new scavenger has been discovered, and the recycling training program has started."