It's been three full days, three days since he came to New York from Buffalo, but Linga feels uncomfortable. Even if he was ready to start his old business of selling pancakes, even if it was not the first time he had come to New York, nor was it the first time he had sold this pancake fruit on the streets of New York, but when he picked up the two small shovels, he felt uncomfortable for no reason, as if there was a rope tying him tightly and it was difficult to move.

In three days, Linga sold a total of six sets of pancakes for a total of thirty-three dollars, and that's all there was to it—and the customers never came back after buying them.

Ringa, who has become sharp-eyed, can also see a customer who has eaten a bite of pancake fruit and stuffed it into a trash can on the side of the street, without any regret.

Although little George insisted that the pancakes he made were delicious, and ate all the pancakes, not even a bit of crumbs remained. But looking at her struggling little face, how could Linga not know that it was comfort?

"Could it be that the steamed buns I make now are all bitter?" Linga raised his right hand, covering the sky in front of him, looking at his palmprints.

Who are you?

Lin Jia knew very well in his heart and thought very clearly.

He is a native of Guangdong, graduated from a university in the province, and went to the United States as an exchange student. When he was an exchange student, he started his first career with fast food catering. When he returned to China, he took over his grandfather's inheritance, and walked step by step in his city with the time-honored name of the Lin family, which became the road he was destined to use to complete it in his life.

These hands are the hands of a chef, the hands of a merchant, but they are not the hands of a swordsman, a vampire hunter. What's more, there is some mechanical heritage of future civilization, the unreality of jumping from the game to reality, and he is not the protagonist of Long Aotian who shocked everyone with a tiger body......

Lin Jia was a little absorbed in his thoughts, his eyes were a little foggy, and he relaxed his control over his body for a while - "Smack! With a thud, Linga's body slammed against the wreckage of the bench and the ground.

It doesn't hurt.

After falling, Linga didn't feel much pain. Because the muscles of the body automatically work when they fall, they become their own cushions, dissipating most of the pain.

Even this body is not the body of the chef and businessman who is a little obese due to lack of exercise.

Standing up from the scraps of wood, Linga patted the dust on his clothes, and before he could retract his thoughts, a uniformed city policeman came over: "Hey, man, you don't look heavy." ”

"Hell knows, I'm unlucky," Linga replied casually, and took the ticket.

Probably surprised that someone accepted the ticket so calmly, and the policeman also chatted with Lingado. You know, the price of compensation for vandalism in the United States is not low, and if you encounter some brains, you may have to perform 12 hours of community service because of a few complaints when you receive a ticket.

That's why the city policeman who issued the ticket was surprised by Lin Jia's blandness, so insipid that he almost ignored it, especially when Lin Jia was still wearing the jeans suit that had not been changed for several years with the Holy Sword, which made the black police gentleman feel that he had guessed something.

"Man, you don't have to worry about this, you can choose to pay in installments, the tax rate is very low, if you want to you can use this to apply for social assistance, believe me, the bad luck is only temporary, it will get better soon......"

THE COP, WHO SEEMED TO HAVE A GREAT TALENT FOR BEING A RAPER, SPAT OUT ALL SORTS OF WORDS LIKE A MACHINE GUN TO COMFORT LINGA, EVEN THOUGH HE SEEMED TO BE THINKING SOMETHING WRONG.

Before Linga could defend himself, the black policeman gave him a business card, saying that if he wanted to drink, he could call him, and left in style.

Stunned, weird, this was the first thought that rose in Linga's heart, and then there was a hint of relief, and the feeling of being bound didn't seem so tight.

As Linga was thinking, George in the food truck stuck his head out of the window and shouted to him, "Dad, Uncle Blade called"

Linga stood still, no one around him, and no one could see his face. With a subtle exhale, Linga slipped the ticket into the back pocket of his jeans and walked to the food truck.

As it got dark, Linga closed the Rist in advance and drove from Broadway across the boulevard toward Brooklyn. At this time, New York showed her beauty, just like a dancer who used neon to make a gauze dress, revealing her slender waist and showing off her beauty.

Linga sat in the driver's seat and drove the car, watching the pedestrians hurrying by the street. Each of them has their own goals and pleasures in life, forming an interaction with the city. Following the melodious guitar sound of the car speakers, Linga also hummed: "Lord I'm one, lord I'm two, lord I'm three, lord I'm four, Lord I'm five hundred miles away from door......"

George, who was sitting next to him, glanced at Linga and asked, "What are you singing?" Feeling like a very old song? ”

Feeling the steering wheel in his hand, Linga drove the Rist down Broadway. Linga replied, "Five hundred miles away from home, it's a very old song, and it's more than twice as old as me. ”

"But your home isn't five hundred miles away," George said.

"yes, it's close, it's three streets next door in Brooklyn," Linga replied casually, and was silent.

His home is not only 500 miles.

As Linga drove into the middle of nowhere, there were fewer passers-by on the side of the road.

"Stay in the car and don't run around, I'll be back soon," Linga told George.

George nodded obediently, then took out a math problem book and began to write.

There is a saying that I don't know whether to say it or not. Although George is fourteen years old, she has not been to school seriously. At least in the past few years of following the Holy Sword, due to the nature of the Holy Sword's work, the Rist has traveled all over the fifty states of the United States. This kind of unstable life asks how George can go to school to receive a normal education like his peers, not to mention, the Holy Sword has no money to provide George with such a life.

It's hilarious, isn't it?

Lin Jia pursed his lips, looked at George, who was seriously writing math problems, and asked, "George, do you want to...... I said if you have a good income lately, do you want to try to go to school, go to a government school, and get a more systematic education with your peers. ”

George looked at Linga with her shining eyes, a very clear gaze. Clear, and has nothing to hide in front of Linga, including his emotional changes in his eyes. But soon, perhaps in the blink of an eye, George replied.

"Dad, I've already taken my high school course."

Linga smiled and said, "Wow, that's great, then let's help you enroll in high school, after traveling for so long, it's time to stop and rest." ”

"Do you mean really?" George looked at Ringa in disbelief: "Our ledger is losing money, and we don't get any work in New York." ”

"Of course it's true," Linga stretched out his hand and rubbed George's hair constantly, "I'll buy you a Barbie doll when the time comes." ”

"Oh no! I don't want Barbie, I want mountain bikes! George slapped Ringa's hand away: "I've been eyeing a mountain bike for a long time. ”

Linga withdrew his hand, at this time, or after the crossing, the best role he played was the role of "father". Facing this little guy, Linga could always feel that he coincided with the height of the holy sword...... There is no disagreement in the love for George.

Linga pushed the car door and said, "Then it depends on your performance." ”

Ringa, who got out of the car, walked to the back half of the Rist, opened the side door and walked in. This is a relatively secluded space for displaying the equipment of the Holy Sword, and it is here that Linga prepares for his armament.

"Otis, gear up, hurry up, I'm in a hurry," Linga said, two robotic arms hanging from the roof of the car.

A mechanical synthesized voice rang out in the carriage: "As you wish, Your Excellency, Commander." ”