London, United Kingdom. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Big Ben is clear, the beautiful bell rings, some people who hear the bell inadvertently raise their heads can clearly see that the hour hand on the clock dial has pointed to the position of eight o'clock, people who think of their own work hours in their hearts hurriedly calculated, subconsciously quickened the pace of their feet.

On the side of the street, near Big Ben, a middle-aged man with an accordion is fiddling with his folding chair, and the box for the accordion is about 2.5 feet in front of him.

The lid of the box had been opened by him, and there were pennies of different denominations, and the largest of the conspicuous banknotes, which was only £5, was pressed underneath the coin, lest the wind from the Thames blow away his large coins.

After fixing the minor problems with the folding chair, the middle-aged man took a comfortable position, then looked around and did not start playing his accordion.

He had been here for a few months and knew very well that the guy who had walked in front of him at this point in time, whether he had blond or brown hair, white or black complexion, would not give himself a penny.

"In that case, then why should I waste my wonderful piano sound for these guys?"

A pair of light brown eyes looked at the woman's thigh for a moment, and then fixed its gaze on a corner twelve yards to the right, curled up in the corner of the wall to be exact.

Brown hair, most of the face is not clear because of the child's posture, but from the visible skin, the middle-aged man can already determine that the child is white-skinned.

After looking at it for a while, the middle-aged man didn't pay too much attention to the child, but continued to enjoy the beautiful scenery passing in front of him on the street.

When the bell of Big Ben rings again, the middle-aged man finally picks up the accordion and prepares to start his performance, at which point the shoppers graciously take out the change from their wallets.

Subconsciously tilted his head to the right, and the middle-aged man's movements suddenly froze.

He noticed that the brown-haired child seemed to be still in the same position as he had been an hour ago, and it was next to the busy street, not to mention that Big Ben had just struck it!

After carefully observing for five minutes, the middle-aged man finally made sure that the child curled up in the corner didn't seem to make any movement, and his heart couldn't help but tighten.

Looking at the hurried pedestrians on the street, and then at the brown-haired child in the corner, the middle-aged man couldn't help but mutter.

"Damn it!"

Leaving his folding chair and taking a few steps towards the brown-haired child, the middle-aged man turned around again, took the box in front of the folding chair in his arms, and walked towards the child twelve yards away again.

"Hey, wake up, wake up, little ghost!"

Shaking the child's shoulder, looking at the head raised in front of him, revealing light blue eyes with a confused color, the middle-aged man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Thankfully, things don't seem to be that bad...... This kid should be a boy?"

The brown-haired boy glanced at the middle-aged man in front of him, then at the pedestrians passing by on the street, and at the cars of different colors and styles, and couldn't help muttering to himself.

"I really didn't expect to see a car again in my lifetime......"

Listening to the boy's voice, the middle-aged man's face couldn't help but get closer, "What?"

Frowning, the brown-haired boy's pale blue eyes showed a look of helplessness that did not match his age, "It seems that the lingua franca of the wizarding world cannot be used in this world......"

Ignoring the middle-aged man's question, the brown-haired boy moved his body to the side, closed his eyes and tilted his head at the same time, leaving the middle-aged man holding the box with a "lying grass" expression.

Resisting the urge to get angry, the middle-aged man angrily walked back to his folding chair, reopened the box, and sat down on the chair.

The brown-haired boy who opened his eyes couldn't help but glance at his mouth, and then closed his eyes again.

"Romon Eric?!"

"At the age of 12, he ran out of a closed orphanage, with a fever, weakness in his limbs, and finally lost consciousness...... I'm afraid this guy is dead, or I wouldn't have befallen him......"

London, England, 1978...... Is it really Earth...... I didn't expect that wise, terrifying, and at the same time evil and abnormal One-Yuan True Spirit Wizard actually sent me to Earth!"

"I just don't know where this earth is in the Endless World, how far away it is from the sphere of influence of the wizarding world, and how far away it is from the Earth in 2016 where I used to live......

After nearly half an hour, the brown-haired boy opened his eyes again, stood up reluctantly against the wall, felt the weakness of his body, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

"It's a pathetic weak body......"

This time, the brown-haired boy's pronunciation was already standard London accent English, but no one heard it......

After carefully searching the pockets of his body, the brown-haired boy looked at the two yellow pennies with an Arabic numeral "2" engraved under the coin in his white palm, and couldn't help but tilt his mouth in embarrassment......

"The most important thing now is to get the money and get this body back to its best condition. ”

"So, where do you get the money? The thin body of only 12 years old is really ......"

Before he finished talking to himself, the brown-haired boy's pale blue eyes couldn't help but light up.

As far as the eye could see, the middle-aged man playing the accordion was thanking the man in the suit who had put a paper ticket in his box, the accordion box that had just been added to the pound of savings was so special in the eyes of the brown-haired boy.

"Isn't this just rich......

The middle-aged man, who was intoxicated by the beautiful sound of his accordion, felt the light in front of him dim, and he thought that he had another income coming in.

"How are you?!"

The middle-aged man, whose face darkened instantly, subconsciously looked at the corner on the right, and then said with great dissatisfaction.

"Sir, I'm sorry for the rudeness just now, I just woke up and fell into some bad memories ......"

The brown-haired child with a sincere face successfully softened the middle-aged man's face, as an adult, after a child sincerely apologizes for his mistakes, most people will choose to forgive.

"What's your name? You know, children your age don't usually sleep on the street......" The middle-aged man, who suddenly felt that he should do a good deed, asked the brown-haired boy, his words a little slurred, as if he wanted to take care of the little boy's mood.

"So, I want to say...... Is there anything you need my help with, for example, to find your parents?"

glanced at the middle-aged man in surprise, this sudden kindness made the brown-haired boy a little uncomfortable, and his light blue eyes flickered a few times and then became firm.

"My name is, um, Romon Eric, the orphanage just closed down because the rich man who invested in it went bankrupt, and I don't like the people who are said to be going to take us away......"

The middle-aged man's gaze softened a little, as if he was pitying the unfortunate fate of this child named Romone.

It's just that it's just pitiful, if it's a lost kid he won't mind helping him find his parents, because then he'll get paid.

And if he is asked to help an orphan, or an orphan who escaped from an orphanage, thinking about the savings in his pocket, the middle-aged man has to let reason regain the upper hand in his mind.

After thinking about it, the middle-aged man took out a paper ticket from his box that he had put in not long ago and stuffed it into Romong's hand.

"Romong, although I sympathize with your plight, I can't help you much like this. ”

"This is for you, save some flowers, maybe you can live for a few days, although this is if you have to live on the street......"

Luo Meng couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart, but his face made a touched look, and there was even some crying in his tone.

"Thank you sir, I don't know how to repay you for your kindness, you are the best person I have met since I came out of the orphanage......"

"Perhaps, I can give you a press to soothe your tired neck from focusing on the accordion?"

The middle-aged man just wanted to refuse, but Romon had already come to his side, and the touch of his slender fingers pressing his neck made the middle-aged man stop what he wanted to refuse.

"Perhaps, this will make this child's heart feel better......"

Then, the middle-aged man felt that his eyes were dark, and then he lost consciousness.

"Ah~ It seems that I didn't feel much lower when I practiced anatomy with those ordinary human criminals......"

"Seriously, after hundreds of years of soul research by a one-yuan true spirit wizard, I'm really afraid that my soul is no longer adapted to the body, and it seems to be pretty good now. ”

Luo Meng stopped what he was doing, and his mouth was still muttering, and the middle-aged man had lowered his head at this time, and his body was still sitting in the same position with Luo Meng holding him.

"So, it's time to see how much income I can make......"

Saying this, Luo Meng's hand quickly searched the middle-aged man's whole body, and successfully searched out a black wallet from the left trouser pocket of the middle-aged man, and found two large bills with a denomination of 100 on the inside of his clothes.

"Tsk, I didn't see that I was quite rich, such an unknown middle-aged man, as your first grant to me after I came to this world, I promise to give you a chance in the future, an extraordinary opportunity. ”

Picking up the box that the middle-aged man used to put in the change, Romon said to the middle-aged man who was still in a coma very casually, and his tone was full of a condescending attitude.

An hour later, the middle-aged man who woke up from his coma looked blankly at his surroundings, and only after half a minute did he let out a terrible scream.

And this, Romong, who has already walked out of two or three blocks, naturally does not know......