The prisoner and the sea

There are two distinct extreme types of utopians.

One kind thinks that eating is the supreme time and a very private space; the other thinks that chatting while eating can help to draw closer relationships.

Kasim belongs to the former.

She tasted the red cabbage soup with graceful movements, slowly put the food into her mouth, squinted her eyes, chewed slowly, and then opened her eyes happily, showing an expression of enjoyment that made people feel the same way.

Gwen, if you read correctly.There were tears in her eyes.

So everything is back, what kind of existence is Kasim?For myself, for this train?For her subordinates?
Gwen tasted the food quietly.Suddenly felt a strong line of sight.look up.

Kasim looked at himself with sensual and gentle eyes, which made people feel creepy and goosebumps, but also shy.

She lifted her chin, as if to indicate that a certain dish was delicious. …is it necessary?thought Gwen.

This kind of silent communication is like the level of two deskmates passing notes to each other in elementary school.

Hello, this is your home, right?Open your mouth and talk can do it, right?
Alas. What the hell have I done to play with such a big kid.Gwen exhaled slowly, and used a spoon to scoop up the utopian spirits beef stew that was highly recommended by the other party.

The red meat is well-cooked, clear and tender, which makes people very appetizing, the strong and outrageous spirits almost make people hypnotized, and the generous spices make this thing full of flavor. Delicious feeling.

going on...

Gwen made such a hungry declaration in her heart, and carefully put the artwork into her mouth.

once, twice...

The fragrance of the gravy is mixed with a searing spiciness.The instant tangy smell of alcohol makes one feel very energetic.Fragrant and tender.The sense of hierarchy is clear.

Every process is good and cannot be better, what is this?What is this thing?Is it really the best beef and spirits can make?The beef won't even be very, very good beef, but this texture.

Before she knew it, Gwen had already filled her mouth, making her cheeks bulge.

Under this delicacy, he made a gaffe.

Putting down the spoon, he rarely blushed.Kasim made a "thank you" mouth, stopped paying attention to him, and continued to eat silently.

Gwen finished eating early.

The eating speed is not fast, but it is fast compared to Kasim, and Kasim also eats a lot more than him.

this woman.This spy.

It was like eating the last meal of my life, eating it with a fighting mentality, and it could be said to be comfortable at first, but later it was a bit like eating like masochistic.

When she put down the knife and fork, Gwen actually breathed a sigh of relief.Don't watch her fight such a brutal battle with her stomach.Putting down the knife and fork also means that the meal time is over.It's time to talk. "Is it okay for you to eat so much?"

With 1 questions to ask, Gwen asked this one first.

He cares about Kasim.

It's not the kind of friendship between friends, but the kind of care that you would care about when you met a cat lamp on the road and coughed a ball of wool.

"Just right."

Kasim's voice is a little hoarse, it seems to be caused by eating?She gasped twice:

"Food's pleasures and pains, as it should be, keep me awake."

"You are sick." "Huh?"

"People who are not sick don't torture themselves like this." Gwen stood up angrily and helped bring the dishes to the kitchen.

Kasim stood up and followed slowly. She said softly, "I'm alone..." "Isn't it good to have someone to chat with?"

Gwen grasped the opponent's weakness: "You should really want to chat with someone of the same kind, right? Come on now, let's wash together, let's chat under this situation."

"Hehehe..." Kasim smiled slightly.

This woman probably has psychological problems and cannot escape.thought Gwen.

The medicine in Utopia is actually quite complete, and it is easy and normal to go to the doctor when you are sick.However, the number of psychiatrists is seriously insufficient, and the teaching materials for psychiatrists are also seriously insufficient. At the same time, the cognition is a bit like the country Gwen stayed in before traveling.

The older, staid ones live by a principle.That is, if I don’t go to see a doctor, I won’t be sick.” Similarly, ‘going to see a psychiatrist means you’re sick.

The cognition of utopians is also so old-fashioned and old-fashioned. All utopians think that if they are not really crazy, there is no need to see a psychiatrist.Also expensive!

Kasim should also be one of them.Gwen decided to start with hobbies first.Or.

It was the hobby that made her think that she liked it very much, and the hobby that she thought was the same as each other.Changed thinking and re-planned.Gwen tries to understand her.

"When was the first time you killed someone?" Gwen asked. "I don't really remember."

"Let me tell you, I won't laugh at you because the first time you killed someone was on a battlefield, the first time is always very precious."

".."

Kasim showed a look of memory:

"I remember being on a freight train and a guy stole my potatoes. I was starving, so I shot him while he was sleeping and jumped off the train. Broken Legs, wandering alone in the wilderness, but with luck. Before dark, a party of rangers found me, I still remember, three blue haired Ron, two gray haired Welge, they rode giant rats, put I brought back the Homelander."

Kasim showed a look of reminiscence: "Then, I stayed in the fellow. Although it is chaotic here, there are many bad people, and there are abuses in the workhouse, but all in all, there is nothing better than this." living environment. I survived, and lived happily, and became a secret agent when I grew up..."

"When I grow up?"

Gwen looked like he had been punched hard. "I was probably eight years old then." "Eight years old!?"

Gwen took a breath, her eyes glazed over.

"Well. About eight years old." Kasim gently stretched out his hand and pulled down the neckline, exposing his collarbone to Gwen.

On the fair skin, there is a pale line, which can be vaguely seen to be the symbol of the utopian number 'eight' on it.

Kasim pulled up his clothes again.

"They will write age, height... and other information on the products that are scheduled to be sold. However, since I was already a beautiful woman at that time, too many scars would affect the value of the products, so I only have age numbers, not even serial numbers. I engraved it. There is no production area and training base on the body... Hahaha..." Is she proud?In other words, he smiled smugly, "It's good to be beautiful, I was the most advanced product at that time."

".." due to being too heavy.

Gwen was already starting to regret bringing up the subject.

"What about you? When was the first time you killed someone?" Kasim lowered his head to wash the dishes.

"my words."

Gwen's memory was pulled into a special era.He wanted to fool the past.But again no.

"Speaking of which, you and I do have a tinge of fate. The first time you killed someone with a purpose, and the first time I killed someone, I also had a purpose. It seems that impulsive crime does not exist between you and me. My story is relatively simple. I used to be a person who admired the spirit of chivalry, fighting for justice, wandering in the rivers and lakes, this is my dream.”

"What is Jianghu?" Kasim asked, she turned the hot water to the maximum, steaming, high temperature and dishwashing liquid, all of a sudden can make the dishes shiny.

"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes." Gwen gave a classic answer.

Kasim raised his eyebrows, seeming to understand: "So, when you were a child, you had such a luxurious idea of ​​being a good person? I have to say that although you and I have a little fate, there are also some differences in our families."

Yes.

A person on Earth, as long as his birth is not too bad, and he doesn’t greet African tyrants and South American dictators, the gap between his family and Utopian’s can reach the gap between Roman nobles and mules and horses.

"So, I went to practice martial arts and study. I hope to be a doctor with martial arts skills, walk in that land, and provide medical help to those in need. Something similar to Doctors Without Borders."

"A very good idea." Kasim commented, "I had a similar idea before, then?"

"Then there is a long study and the construction of outlook on life. My master taught me benevolence and chivalry, my brother taught me the country and the world, and my brother who gave up halfway taught me to believe in justice. Everything is beautiful. Yes Now, my senior brother often said to me who looked down on my senior brother at that time: Don’t do to others what you don’t want to do to others, use different words to say what you don’t like to do to others, and always endure it. If you want to fight for it, don't impose it on the other party, because I have better talent, and I don't want to train, but I have quite high demands on my body."

Recalling that time, Gwen couldn't help but smile a little.Although I really look down on those old stubborn people, but the old stubborn people are all okay people.

Gwen got to her deepest secrets and core.He confides to a woman he hasn't known for too long and whose friendship is not that deep.Because the other party also poured out his pain and stories, then he also repays himself.

"Our senior brother got married. The wedding was very good, and his wife was beautiful. But the tragic fate has been staring at him from this moment. His wife was pregnant with twins. After the birth, one was drowned; the other was drowned. Another group drowned. His wife committed suicide and he, in pain, took revenge."

Gwen showed a slight smile: "He is too weak. Happiness and peace of mind have smoothed his martial arts skills. His pride in the future and self made him never have a plan. Naturally, he died, which is very miserable. In my life In front of him, he said 'Don't do stupid things,' I said 'Do unto others as you would have them do unto others,' He passed away with a wry smile, and I left with their cries, Then, I did the only good thing I did in my life things, violence."

"Did you use violence to get justice for him?" "Yes."

"I've heard that revenge does not bring peace of mind, revenge only makes people suffer."

"no."

Gwen showed an ugly smile: "Revenge is a kind of addictive nectar. Sweet, sweet, you will never feel empty and dazed after revenge, only the feeling called 'aftertaste' in your heart, still There is a trace of regret, regretting the cruel idea that I didn't think of at the time."

Once you do something like that, you can't go back.

Gwen believed that it was then that she fell into this abyss of madness, and since then she fell into this evil way, and there is no turning back.

"Great experience."

Kasim commented, "For the first time, it did a good job." If ordinary people commented like this, Gwen would definitely be angry. TAMA'S!
Lao Tzu's suffering, why are you a bird man pointing here?Point and point!Is it pancakes?But Kasim commented... although he didn't want to admit it.

But Kasim can comment on Gwen's story. The two are not friends and have no friendship.

But Kasim was bought and sold as a first-hand top almond slave when he was 8 years old. Needless to say, this gold content even made the caretaker feel ashamed and refused to feed him because he couldn't see it. Gwen felt that Kasim was absolutely It's a little bit of concealment, just like telling a story by yourself is also concealing something.

Kasim certainly didn't "passively run away" as she said, she must have done something very proactively, such as preparing for the time to run early and knowing the patrol route of the Rangers.She is only eight years old!
Are eight-year-old Utopian girls at this level?thought Gwen.

The two finished washing the dishes.

I started watching TV and watching sports recordings.

Gwen was very happy to see that there was a baseball program. Baseball in Utopia was similar to the rules on Earth, and had the same rules, which Gwen could fully understand.

Can also chat with Kasim
one time.It's kind of weird to say that though.

But after sharing the story, there was a subtle sense of camaraderie between the two.

Like an accomplice.

It has been said in many works that the most intimate relationship in the world is an accomplice.

Gwen believes that he and Kasim should now be in a realm of complicity.

Watching TV, thinking of this and that funny story in my heart.Gwen suddenly remembered to work. "By the way, Kasim, the photo I took?"

"I finished watching it while you were in the shower. It was very, very interesting. But it was too obvious and too indiscriminate. It's a pity that we could have had a very interesting little brother."

Kasim let go a lot, and there was a tinge of yin and yang in his words from time to time.

"It's still free."

"why?"

Gwen came up with his own set of logic that can confuse corals, top-level logical thinking:

"Is the criminal good-looking?"

"It's not pretty, I guess it's ugly."

"Is the criminal as cute as me?"

"Definitely not."

"Then why is he our little brother?"

The logic is over.

Kasim froze, moved his hand, and scratched his face.