btmnovel Chapter 251 Gift
Chapter 251 Gift
Chapter 251 Gift
Through the colors displayed by the head chef, the young Jack reads the emotions that have been seen countless times.
Disgust, anger, ridicule, contempt...
The young Jack has experienced this kind of situation countless times, and the corresponding coping methods are also at his fingertips.
Before the head chef drove him away again, the young Jack begged the head chef for mercy in an extremely humble and sincere tone.
"My dear sir, I beg you to show kindness, I promise I won't come again... please forgive my sins."
Young Jack begged with tears in his eyes. He had used this trick countless times and it worked every time.
The head chef looked at the young boy Jack who was holding his trousers and crying, and most of his anger dissipated.
Originally, the young Jack was quite handsome, but the dirty appearance made his appearance a little bit less, and this pitiful appearance made people really unable to get angry.
Changed, the color changed!
Through his right eye, young Jack clearly saw that the color of the chef's body had changed significantly, from a gloomy tone to a bright one!
This color...is a superior color!
The head chef looked down at the young Jack, and the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly, with a look of vengeance. One second he was still a social animal who was hanged and beaten by work, and the next second he had become a superior person who stepped on others. people!
The head chef was extremely happy, and the expression on his face was not as ferocious as before.
"Okay, I get it, let me go..."
The head chef, who was in a hurry to go back to work, let go of the begging teenager Jack, and told him to take what he wanted and get out of here.
Get out of here quickly, and don't appear here again.
The head chef’s warning is still in my ears, but both the head chef and the young Jack know that this is completely impossible. If a family like the young Jack doesn’t dig through the trash can like today, he will starve to death sooner or later. street.
And the head chef also needs such a venting bag to vent his anger, and needs a weak person below him to give him time to step on.
The two maintain each other's tacit understanding, each takes what he needs, and everyone is happy.
The young Jack was holding what he had found in the alley—a fairly good-looking piece of bread, vegetable, fruit, and meat, and ran barefoot on the bustling streets of London.The tattered clothes seemed so out of place with the passers-by around him, and the passers-by around him all gave way, for fear that this little beggar would dirty their expensive clothes, or that this unlucky ghost would ruin their fortune in one fell swoop!
Young Jack doesn't care about the eyes of the people around him at all. Now he is satisfied with getting so much harvest. In the huge London, young Jack can be regarded as having a stable harvest among many garbage collectors.
All this is also due to the right eye of the young Jack who was born with special abilities.Ever since he was able to remember things, young Jack has been able to see the color of everyone with his right eye, and those colors can represent a type of emotion. Relying on this wonderful ability given by God, young Jack can always make the most perfect decision at the right time. good coping.
Young Jack felt very happy. Today's harvest was enough to keep him and his mother from going hungry for three days.
Maichun Street, as the name suggests, is a place where men come to find some happiness. This is the home of young Jack.
The young Jack came to an inconspicuous house, opened the door and walked upstairs. He couldn't wait to show his mother his spoils.
As soon as he reached the stairs, the young Jack heard men's scolding and women's pleading.
"Please wait a moment sir, this reward is different from what was promised before!"
"Hmph! You should be grateful to Dade for giving you these, you old and ugly guy is not worth my money at all"!
The young Jack found that the conversation was coming from the direction of his own home. He had seen this situation many times, and he was no stranger to it. source of income was cut off.
After walking out of the stairs, the young Jack saw the man's appearance clearly. He looked like a talented man, and his clothes were no different from those glamorous guys on the streets of London. People like this kind of people who are gentlemen in front of their backs, are in this street. There are not a few.
The man pretended to be angry, packed up his clothes, turned around and left. The young man Jack didn't care so much and hurried into the house with a large armful of food.
There is nothing in the room except a bed, a table, chairs, oil lamps, and some daily necessities and clothes.
There was a woman sitting on the floor, with a weak and pale face under the long golden hair without any luster, but if you look closely, you can see that if the nutrition can keep up, this woman's appearance is quite good, and she is not As men say they are getting old, this is obviously a young woman.
On the woman's pale face, a big red palm print was clearly visible, her clothes were messy, and some small money was scattered on the floor in front of her, obviously she had just experienced a dispute over money.
"Mother!" Seeing this scene, the young Jack didn't care about the food in his hands scattered all over the ground, so he went to help the woman who was sitting paralyzed on the ground.
That woman is the real mother of the teenager Jack, Mary.
As soon as she heard the voice of young Jack, Mary, who was still depressed, suddenly became much more cheerful.
For Mary, Jack should be her last tie in this world.
"Mother, were you beaten by that person just now? Is it still hurting?"
The young Jack caressed his mother's face distressedly, and Mary stretched out her arms to hug her son, with a bright smile on her face, and even the palm prints seemed less shocking.
"It's okay, this little injury is nothing at all."
It hurts... Young Jack let out a soft cry.
Mary immediately noticed the abnormality on her son's body. There was a clearly visible wound on his arm, which was the wound caused by the chef's beating in the alley just now.
"Are you hurt Jack!"
"Uh, mother, this little injury is fine..."
"This is no small matter!"
Without alcohol gauze and professional medicines at hand, Mary tore off a piece of the quilt she was wearing in a hurry, and bandaged Jack's wound.
Young Jack looked at his mother, Mary, who was carefully bandaging his wounds. At this moment, he felt that he was the happiest child in the world. Even though he was poor, he had the most gentle mother in the world, protecting him right in front of him. Never gone far.
(End of this chapter)