The owner of the grocery store was bored and looked at little Neller who was busy in front of the window of his shop.

Little Neller borrowed a few tables from himself and put together a large banner out of white paper that read "Rowing Storybook".

From 8 a.m., Little Neller was busy until 10 a.m. before finally setting up the venue.

The grocery store owner saw that he had finished arranging, and quieted down, paced forward, and flipped through the stacks of pamphlets on the table, page after page.

Neller didn't speak, and between the two of them, there was only the sound of page after page of the book.

The paper is good paper, the price is not cheap, although the words are handwritten, but they are also neat and good-looking, and the copying technology used, probably laser copying, is clear to themselves, and there are no ink stains.

Paper is good paper, and the machines and consumables for copying are equally expensive. The boss looked at the fifty-cent price and estimated that it was not enough to cost.

I didn't read the story carefully, but after about three or four minutes, the grocery store owner put down the book and said, "Little Neller, it's not easy for you to sell it." If you look at these science fiction magazines, which one comes up directly is the text, don't they all attract attention with good-looking covers first? ”

"Uncle boss, don't you buy it." Nayler's expectant eyes became much darker. He looked at the cover of the science fiction magazine in his boss's hand, and the slightly exaggerated color cover on it was indeed very attractive.

"I ...... I can't draw......" Neller whispered.

"Haha, that's what you ask me to do." The grocery store owner was also bored, and puffed up his chest to play a dumb riddle with Naylor.

Neller looked at the grocery store owner as if you begged me before I spoke, and asked softly, "Do you know how to draw?" ”

"Huh? You think too much, I won't! The grocery store owner said in a sonorous voice, looking at Nayler's stupid little face. I won't, but that doesn't mean no one will! Please, I'll let my precious granddaughter draw for you! ”

Neller looked pitiful with tears in his eyes, and he said, "Please! I want to sell these pamphlets, it's important to me, please, boss. ”

"Haha! No problem. Wrap it around me, and I'll call her. The grocery store owner said.

When he turned back to the house, the grocery store owner saw two people in police uniforms not far away, observing his side.

This guy still treats me like a bad guy? The grocery store owner shook his head.

It is said that in recent times, there have been many bad incidents against young boys, not only the vagrants, but also the priests of the church. There are such moves.

If it weren't for the grocery store owner, but an old man who had lived on this street for decades, everyone would be familiar with him. If it weren't for the fact that he was white-skinned, it is estimated that he would have been handcuffed after talking to Neller for so long.

In the United States, there are many people who have been imprisoned and handcuffed, with the former accounting for more than one-third of all adults and the latter accounting for more than two-thirds.

I can't say it's because of any trivial things. You know, American prisons are for-profit. The more people who are locked up, the more money the wardens and the prison shareholders make. There is an indicator for the policemen and prosecutors on how many people they will arrest.

It is said that, on average, six out of ten adult blacks are in prison. Whites, on the other hand, average one in every 100 people.

"Hello? Is it Srose? I'm your dear grandfather! Have you been painting lately? I'm still drawing, that's great. Can you come to my shop, I have a painting assignment here, and I guess it will make Sros a lot of pocket money. I've also got your favorite Japanese sweets for you. You're coming right away. Okay, grandpa is waiting for you here. The grocery store owner put down the phone and walked to the shelves, looking for the kind of sugar grains in small glass bottles.

This candy is called konpeito, and it is not only pleasing in color, but also tastes very good. The faint smell of fruit is the most popular among the little girls.

However, because the price is not low, even if the little girl likes it, the sales on weekdays are not too good.

The reason why the grocery store owner is sure that Little Naylor's pamphlet will not sell too badly is not because he thinks Little Neeler writes well, but because he believes Little Neel's father.

The paper and printers, he didn't believe were at the hands of little Neller himself. It must have been his dad who was secretly plotting it, as for why.

Perhaps, it's because of face. It is said that the son of the rich man published a book that was very unsightly, and didn't he also rank first on the New York Times bestseller list for several months.

Why is this happening, it's not because his books were bought by his father as soon as they appeared. Forced to spend money to smash the top of a best-selling list, I heard that the recent best-selling author is also running for president.

The grocery store owner felt that with the blessing of so many resources, even a dog could be president.

Srose came from the East on a bicycle.

Little Neller glanced up at her, she smiled back, and life suddenly woke up.

The grocery store owner took Sros's hand and said, "This is my granddaughter Srose, she is very good at drawing, little Neller, you can ask her to help you draw the cover." ”

“…… Be...... It's ......" said Little Nell with his head down at his toes, his voice low and his cheeks flushed.

"What are you shy, my granddaughter is not shy!" The grocery store owner said loudly.

“…… Hmm......" Naylor responded.

Srose looked at the table in front of Nayler, looked at the story on it, and said in a crisp voice, "You wrote all this?" ”

"Hmm." Neller replied with a squirming twist.

"You're amazing, raise your head and talk well, and look me in the eye. Come, open your mouth, give you candy. Srose said.

A pale green crystal of konpeis, streaked through the air, reflected the sunlight, and fell into Nayler's mouth.

The faint apple flavor is very sweet and captures Naeler's taste buds. His heart was pounding, and he looked at Srose's face against the sun, and felt that the few freckles on the wings of her nose were so naughty and cute, so sexy.

The grocery store owner smiled, hummed a little song and looked at the sky, and returned to the counter in the house. Let the two little guys outside the door toss.

"Are you stupid? Look at me this way. Srose said.

"No, it's not ......," Naylor said.

"What kind of painting do you want to paint?" Srose asked.

"I want a painting that looks like a robot, a very handsome painting." Naylor said.

"Oh. Is this robot like this? Is it exactly the same as them? Srose asked.

"Yes, it's exactly the same, it's better to look up from the angle below, so that the robot looks unusually tall, and it's better to have a big sun in the sky, so that the sunlight shines on the robot."

"Got it. That's a lot to ask, is there anything else? Why don't you speak? Srose asked, looking at Nick.

"You...... You don't say I'm asking for more...... I won't talk about it......" Nick said in a panic.

"What an idiot." Srose said, "Okay, I'm going to start drawing, and you can't even talk until I'm done." ”

Called stupid, called stupid. It stands to reason that they will be angry. However, Naylor, who was called so by Srose, was giggling at the moment, and even he thought it seemed good to be a fool.

The little girl was holding a drawing board, with a white paper the same size as Nayler's manuscript, and she squatted on the ground and looked up at the Yeko Rowing Boat in the window, drawing one by one.

Soon. The black lines of the pencil outline the appearance of the rowing boat.

Neller on the side looked at the painting for a while. Looking at Srose for a moment, the giggle was even more serious, and she looked even more stupid.

The grocery store owner, looking at the teenager and girl outside the store, let out a barbell-like laugh.

He called Srose for his own sake, thinking that his little granddaughter would be able to capture the heart of that silly boy from Nayler. You don't have to worry about it in this life.

Everyone is white, although it may not be a good match, but in Nayler's house, it is easier to accept than if he finds a chocolate.

Teenagers and girls obviously can't think of so much, and they are painting with their hearts. Those who are watching are watching with their hearts.

"It's so beautiful!" Srose was almost done, she put down her pen, and Neller sighed.

Srose looked at Neller holding up his painting and circling around there, feeling a little embarrassed, this kid is such a big fool.

"Can you add a few words here, like this magazine?" Neller put down Srose's drawing, picked up the magazine that the grocery store owner had just taken out, and pointed to the WordArt.

"Okay. What to write? Srose asked.

"It's time to write 'The Story of Boat Racing.'" Neller frowned and thought for a long time, but his talent was limited and he couldn't think of a name for Lafeng.

Srose raised her pen, first lightly traced the outline of a row of words, and then asked, "Is that okay?" ”

"Okay! Yes! Very good. Neller repeated a short phrase in his mouth, and his IQ was almost negative at the moment.

"Srose, can you help me watch it for a moment? I'm going to go home and make a copy of your drawing. Neller asked, holding Srose's drawing.

"Go, go, go." Srose waved impatiently like a clingy, heeled, and legged puppy.

Neller's invisible tail wagged and wagged, and he said, "Don't worry, I'll be back soon." ”

As he spoke, he ran away with a puff of smoke.

The afternoon sun was hot and blinding, and the grocery store owner brought out a sun umbrella and stood beside Srose, and he laughed twice and said, "What do you think of that kid Nayler?" ”

"How?" Srose repeated, touching her round little chin and saying, "It's a little stupid, why does Grandpa ask that?" ”

"Haha. It's nothing, I think this kid is not bad, he has a future, and it doesn't hurt to play with him more. The grocery store owner said.

The leaves of the trees in late autumn are golden, and when the wind blows slightly, the leaves flutter and fall.

Neller lifted his left hand and touched the blade on his head, feeling as if he had been knocked unconscious by it. This blade is like the arrow of Cupid, the goddess of love, and brightens his life.

"Srose! Srose! Srose! ”

Humming Srose's name on his lips, Neller returned home, stood on a small stool, and operated a laser printer taller than him, putting Sros's drawings in to scan.

At the beginning of the copying, sheets of paper with large rowing patterns were spit out of the printer.

For each one he spit out, Neller picked it up, and they were not only a little hot to the touch, but also smelled in front of his nose, and there was something special about them.

When the photocopies were finished, Neller hurried back to the grocery store with them in his hand.

They posted one by one in front of the bound storybook and began to shout in the streets.

There are not many people coming and going, and even fewer people stop to look, almost two hundred passing by, and only one person will pick it up and look at it, and it will not necessarily buy it.

Did it fail......

Neller was a little depressed, and he felt that the six rows were far away from him.

, in Hebrew, means life.

He was Nayler's father, the little lawyer, a little lawyer who lived in a non-wealthy neighborhood.

When he came home today to make a copy of the material, he found that the toner in the toner cartridge of the photocopier had been used up, and there was a lot less paper next to it.

picked up the phone and called his wife's unit, and after making sure that it wasn't for her, he understood that his son must have made it.

This loser child, what is his father working hard for every day, not just to make him live a happier life.

Be sure to catch this kid and teach him a good lesson.

If you want to teach Naylor a lesson, of course, you must first know where he is.

However, this did not bother, who called the police department, and ten minutes later, someone called back to say that Naylor was at Hudson's grocery store.

Okay, okay, don't run, boy, wait for me.

put on his coat and walked out of the house with his black leather file box.

Naylor, who is immersed in the small world of Sross at the moment, must not have heard of the phrase "blessing and misfortune depend on each other".

By the time he saw the menacing daddy, it was too late.

Not far away, two patrolling policemen seemed to have inadvertently blocked Nayler's escape route. He could only stand still, waiting for his father, Heyman, to come to him.

"Dad." Neller exclaimed.

"You still know I'm your dad?" grabbed Neller by the collar and picked him up, putting the file box down with his other hand, trying to give Neller a mouthful. But I suddenly remembered that I was on the street, not at home. There are many people, and it is not good to be reported by someone who does not open their eyes to child abuse.

The two patrolling policemen raised their heads in unison, as if a UFO had just flown over in the blue sky and white clouds.

"I've heard that there are aliens in Area 51."

"Uh-huh. I think there is, too. ”

They didn't look at, how could the lawyer's business be considered a fight. How can it be child abuse?

Most of the police officers in their area know Heyman, although he is not a barrister, and his main business is to help defend criminals without compensation.

This is an advanced system in the United States that allocates lawyers to defend people who don't have the money to hire a lawyer.

However, there are too many suspects because there are too few lawyers.

For example, can only devote three minutes to each suspect, and often he does not even have enough time to find the corresponding file and find them. Not to mention looking at them.

So, Heyman's daily work is roughly like this.

Judge, "sentenced to three years." ”

, "Two and a half years are fine. ”

Judge, "That's two and a half years." ”

It's like buying vegetables in a vegetable market, bargaining to decide how long a person will be locked up.

These suspects often don't even have the opportunity to go to court and see the jury.

put down Naylor and asked sharply, "What did you do with the paper?" ”

"I ...... I ......"

"Uncle, Neller wrote a story and is selling, don't you be embarrassed for him." Srose said coquettishly.

looked in the direction of the voice, found the little girl in canvas shoes and white pantyhose wrapped around her legs, looked at her sweet smile, turned his head and said to Neller in a kind voice, "Tell me what you did, Daddy is not angry." ”

Naylor, who was ready to be punished, became even more frightened, he glanced at Srose, looked at his father, and said everything in a trembling tone. (To be continued.) )