"For dinner you're going to have an absolute dish, it's full of wonderfully original flavors, but now you're going to fill your stomach with that." Mrs. said to Xia Chenghao apologetically.

"Yes, it will take an afternoon to get ready." Wicker added.

"It's a specialty." Mi smiled and said, "The recipe was brought to this place by my grandfather in his head. ”

"Wicker, I heard you brought a friend." An old man came out of the bedroom.

When he saw Xia Chenghao's face, his smile froze on his face. He was one of the thousands of beggars on the streets of Qishan Town.

"Hello, old man!" Xia Chenghao stretched out his hand, and there was no trace of recognition of the old man on his face.

The old man stiffly reached out and shook Xia Chenghao's hand, and looked at the young man's gentle eyes before slowly relaxing.

"That's it! Let's eat! Wicker beckoned everyone to sit down.

The couple sat at either end of the long wooden table, with Wicker and Xia Seunghao on one side and Mi and Li on the other.

The old lady began to divide the dishes for everyone, the terrible news was still playing back on the TV, the whole family was staring at the TV screen intently, Xia Chenghao looked at the hearty lunch on the table, and a strange emotion rose in his heart, could this be the family's rations for the week.

"Blake came out to speak."

Wicker tapped an old TV with a knife, on which a guy in military uniform was waving his fist at the microphone and saying in vague standard Mada Federation language: "This is a war, a war waged by violent organizations against the Democratic Mada Federation." ”

"What kind of people are violent organizations?" Leigh asked at Wicker.

"A bunch of guys who will do anything to achieve some kind of political goal. Almost all of them have a set of political tactics and codes of violence that they use to advance their goals. Wicker replied casually, pausing and raising his chin, "There are many such people, and some of them occupy high positions and are well-dressed. ”

"Then why do the Usu I saw in the movie just ask for money?" M asked.

"I don't know, maybe they also want money to guarantee their quality of life, or maybe they're a commercial Usu organization." Wicker thought for a moment, and then asked Xia Chenghao, "Abigail, what do you think of these things?" ”

"I believe that people must have been treated unequally before they retaliate, but some people get too caught up in some kind of compensation." Xia Chenghao replied slowly, and there was a small piece of golden potato on the fork in his hand.

On TV, Blake waved his fist at the entire planet Grims, saying that he would strengthen the defense of the Mada Federation.

"In this way, the Federation of Mada can rightfully become an armed barracks for the enforcement of martial law laws." Wicker's mouth was full of quiches, and he squinted at the TV, muttering muttered.

"Does it work to strengthen our defenses? If anyone really wants to do these things, all the police and troops on the planet Grims can't stop them. If they don't do it today, they will do it tomorrow; If you don't do it here, you will do it somewhere else. Jane said.

Xia Chenghao gently pressed his forehead.

"If Red Moon really wants to kill someone, all the police on Planet Grims can't stop it. If you can't kill it today, you will kill it tomorrow; If you can't do it here, you can kill it somewhere else. It doesn't matter if he's a king or a president, or an ordinary person, that's the case. Life itself is a thin thread that can be torn off in a second. Red Moon One's cold words crossed his mind, and his head became painful.

"Abigail, are you alright?" Li sat opposite Xia Chenghao, just saw his frowning face, and couldn't help asking.

"It's okay, I'm just having a headache about these things." Xia Chenghao shook his head.

The old lady brought a pot of soup and enthusiastically served a bowl for Xia Chenghao, the soup tasted very good, with a strong creamy fragrance, and there were thin fish and green vegetable leaves in it.

"I hope the kids are okay." Madame made a cross on her chest with her fat hand, and everyone showed a worried expression on their faces at the same time, and began to pray slowly in their hearts.

There was still a relentless stream of news and features on TV, as well as interviews with celebrities and a barrage of bad news, and the sound of family members gasping for air conditioning echoed in the room.

After dinner, Wicker went back to the house to catch up on sleep, he was on the night shift yesterday.

Xia Chenghao politely went back to Xiaobo's room to rest, the others were watching TV in the living room, and the lady and the two sisters were still preparing the delicious food from the lower floor, and today's dinner was five hours later.

Lying on the bed and looking at the bottom of the upper bunk in a daze, it was full of that calm face and eyes as blue as the sea, the mysterious woman who appeared on the track of her life several times, the angel Zheng Keer who also had extraordinary power, the figure that dissipated in the dust and smoke, did she really die like this?

The room had no windows, and it got dark very quickly, unexpectedly fast.

Maybe it's because the smoke has filled the sky, obscuring all the sun, or maybe it's because your heart is already cloudy, and relaxing after a violent moment is always tiring.

He slowly closed his eyes and adjusted his physical state with rhythmic breathing.

Gentle footsteps approached the room, as if it were an old gentleman.

"Bang! Bang-" The knock was followed by the old gentleman's voice, "may I come in?" ”

"Please come in." Xia Chenghao screamed, turned over and sat up.

The door was pushed open, and a black figure flashed into the room like a ghost.

"The power is out! It's dark in the house, so I'll bring you glow sticks. The old gentleman walked over to the table and opened a glow stick. The brightness of the glow stick is very small, and it can only illuminate the table superficially.

"Thank you." Xia Chenghao turned his head and said.

"What's the deal with the injury on your leg?" The old gentleman asked softly.

"I was scratched by a cement block, and I was fine." Xia Chenghao replied lightly.

"We'll eat in a moment." The old gentleman hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are you really a friend of Wicker?" ”

"Why do you ask?"

"Your temperament doesn't seem to belong here." The old gentleman quietly spoke his judgment.

"That didn't make a difference, I had nowhere to go, Wicker took me in." Xia Chenghao replied indifferently, he turned his head to look at the flickering fluorescence,

"Wicker is a weirdo, and so are you." Mi stared at Xia Chenghao's eyes tightly, as if to see if he was telling the truth, "What do you do?" ”

What do I do? Xia Chenghao smiled bitterly and didn't answer, and the old gentleman didn't even ask, just walked out, as if he didn't need an answer at all. (To be continued.) )