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Chapter 130 "29"

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You are really a good person, Lin Man, you actually want to invite a child of a different race you just met to dinner?

Maybe it's because of that naive dream, thanks to Gulu, anyway, people will always do things that don't match their own ideas inexplicably.

"Well, can I really eat...this?"

He is young, so let’s think he is young. You must know that estimating the age of a foreigner from his appearance is a relatively professional and difficult thing.

It can be seen that the young foreigner tried his best to open his eyes wide, staring intently at the food poster in front of the restaurant counter.

Then he muttered softly in a tone of disbelief.

"Although I don't have much money to give you, it's not a big deal to treat you to a bowl of rice."

Fortunately, the receptionist at the front desk this time is an automatic robot, otherwise I might even suspect that the receptionist would look at me strangely.

This little guy is far dirtier than what I've seen outside.

The gray coat looked like it should have been light blue, the shoes were still muddy, and the fleece scarf was caked and yellowed, as if it had never been washed.

I originally wanted to say that there are still street children here, but his behavior seems to be different from those wild children when we were young.

"I... want to eat this!"

Finally, after struggling for a while, I made a "difficult choice". The secret charcoal/sauce grilled steak double row is unexpectedly cheap. Even with the "?" drink, it only costs 3.5 points.

What does this "?" mean, a blind box or a new flavor?
I knew that I would eat this too, and after taking a look at my normal meal, I always felt like I was losing money.

By the way, why didn't I see this just now?
Hmph, the little bastard has pretty good eyesight.

Are you still holding this brand well? It seems that it is something important to him, right?
The robot did not take the initiative to sell me a package, but out of curiosity and various other factors, I still bought a package for this little guy.

"Thank you... Uncle!"

uncle?

Would you like to hear what you are saying?
"cough……!"

Do you want to consider reorganizing the language, how dare you open your mouth and call uncle?
"You still call me brother?"

"Oh, okay, thank you...brother?"

For the more complicated word "thank you", this guy's pronunciation is not so standard, and he is not so proficient in using it. It seems that he may have just been here not long ago.

Fresh fruit sparkling water is limited to summer, is this orange drink called this?

It's also limited to summer, if I'm not mistaken, it might just be orange juice... I have a headache, but I still want to taste it...

After finally taking off the mask, she looked even more delicate.

"what's your name?"

In short, let's try to communicate with him, maybe there will be some unexpected gains in the future.

"Hmm... mfffgaennffn!"

uh...huh?

What kind of bird language is this...?
"Can you say it again?"

"mafgemnffgy!"

Grass!
Is it my delusion?

Why did I listen to it twice and feel that what he said was different each time?

I didn't notice my surprise at all, I just ate the steak in the bowl to myself.

Just like this, what kind of communication am I still thinking about, what unexpected gains?

I can't even tell the name...Let's say he can't tell, what else can I get, and I get a lot of "Thank you uncle?"

Forget it, it's getting late, I quickly finish my meal and catch the subway...

"Maguji!"

"Maguji?"

Is this the pronunciation?

"Well, Maguji!"

"Because I didn't grow a tail, they called me Maguji!"

"In our language, this means little tail!"

You're clever enough to introduce yourself in words that I can more or less understand!
"Lin Man."

"Pear...press?"

"Lin, Man."

"Lin, Wan?"

"Man!"

"according to!"

Isn't this no progress at all!

"Lin press!"

Forget it, let's press Lin, at least he can hear that he is calling me.

"Maguji?"

To be honest, making these sticky sounds in the Union language always makes people feel that they can hardly open their mouths, so it feels good to try the pronunciation in the Imperial language.

If it's just a name, it shouldn't matter, right?

"Well?"

"Good job, you can repeat that language too!"

What the hell?

"Before you speak next time, swallow what's in your mouth first."

you are like?
It's repetitious... what language do you speak?
Can he feel that this is the pronunciation of the imperial language?

"Do you speak this language?"

"I don't understand, but the person who took us away said that kind of words!"

The person who took them away means that they were taken away by the people of the empire... Thinking of the sign he was holding, was he taken away by the empire as a hard laborer?

"Lin Press! Pear Press! You!"

"You talk like that! You know them! You know them!"

As if I suddenly thought of something, the foreigner who was eating happily and refused to put down the spoon in his hand suddenly grabbed my hand tightly.

It can be seen that his expression has become quite nervous, not so much nervousness as fear, as if I was afraid that I would break free from his hand and run away.

"What...what's the matter, all of a sudden?"

His hands were shaking.

I could clearly feel that small hand was using an unusually large force, and it was still visibly trembling while clutching me tightly.

It might be cruel...

Perhaps the cruel scene at that time has been deeply imprinted in his mind, and it is indelible.

"Can you help me find my dad, help me find my dad!"

I always feel as if I'm going to be dragged into some strange incident again...

"Please, please, please, save my father!"

He yelled out in a voice that was almost crying, and almost all the guests around cast curious eyes.

Alas, why does it feel like big trouble is coming again...

Besides, save his father?
Looking at it like this, they might have escaped for some unknown reason, and his father still stayed in the empire, right?
But when I think about how the empire treats alien laborers and slaves... I... don't think they escaped, his father can...

"I, I can only speak this language, I don't know who you are talking about, and I can't help you find your father..."

"Lin Man, you are already a big kid..."

I can't even pronounce the word kiss...

"Woo...you lied!"

I should have told him that maybe his father had been... alas.

Some words were already on the verge of my mouth, and I swallowed them again.

Lin Man, Lin Man, do you still have this damn compassion?

More and more people are watching, if this continues, it will really cause unnecessary troubles!

Gee!
"Anyway, I see, I will start to pay attention to your father's situation."

"Really...really?"

I actually had my conscience shaken by a child of a foreign race. I really can only say that conscience is a bad thing!
"You tell me your father's name first...uh..."

It must be another long string of birdsong that I can't understand...

"Deaton, they all call my father Diaton!"

This is Imperial language, it seems that my previous guess should be correct.

"They locked us in a big iron room, and there were many, many people in it, and...and...!"

"Hmm! I can't remember! I can't!"

The big iron house, the kind of concentration camp like a prison cell, I have seen that one several times.

"Well, I see, a big iron house."

"Yes! Yes, there are many sheep and other animals!"

sheep?
And other animals?
Could it be a livestock farm or something?
The current animal husbandry is almost fully automatic, so how could there be slave labor to take care of it?
"Okay, okay, you can eat quickly, it will be cold in a while."

"Then you promised me to help me find my father?"

As if he was afraid that I would repent, the little guy in front of him confirmed to me again unwillingly.

"I promise you."

The hand that was holding me trembled violently again, and then slowly let go of me.

But the slightly drooping hands were still stubbornly unwilling to lift them up easily, drooping so weakly.

What are you thinking about?

After seeing me nodding "really" again, I was willing to hold the spoon I had just put down again, and started to eat again.

Alas, it's almost 5 o'clock, I didn't expect to be here for so long, I should leave here too.

"Woo! Where are you going!"

The little guy who had calmed down a little, unexpectedly reacted violently to my actions again.

"It's time for me to leave, I have something to do..."

"But don't worry, I will take what I promised you to heart."

It was obvious that he had cared about this matter to the point of paranoia, but considering that he was looking for his own relatives, there was nothing wrong with that.

All I can do now is to make him really believe in me.

Compared with those illusory promises, I think he needs this thing to look real.

I should have asked him more about his father... no, I should have asked him how to find him again.

After all, what he is unwilling to accept in this state is my departure.

"Don't worry, I need to know how to find you again now."

Instead of giving him a blank promise that he'll find his father, tell him I'll come back to him any minute, so that he can lie to himself more...

"I'm here, I'm here, you come here, I can find you!"

"You mean it's here?"

"Just like before, you can find me as long as I walk out on the street, can't you?"

"Yes!"

"Then I will come back, do you want to take care of me?"

"……it is good."

Under his reluctant eyes, I finally left here quickly.

But...why would I run away?
(End of this chapter)