It was now in the afternoon, and without the heat of noon, many people came out of their houses, making the streets more crowded and crowded, giving it a feeling of crowding.
In the midst of this lively noise, a woman's sharp voice suddenly sounded: "Maria, aren't you at school?"
The voice was full of shock. Just listening to this voice and these words, one could feel the speaker's disbelief.
This caused people around to look askance, and one by one they couldn't help but stop and turn their heads in the direction of the sound. They saw a middle-aged woman dressed as a housewife, with a vegetable basket on her arm, her eyes wide open, and she couldn't help but wonder.
They looked with confidence at the pair of young men and women in front of them who were holding each other's arms and seemed very close.
The girl was wearing a high school uniform and looked youthful. She also looked sweet and cute, and looked exceptionally beautiful. The boy she was holding was in bad shape. He was wearing fake leather pants with sequins and metal chains hanging on his upper body.
The sleeveless short shirt reveals the arms with large tattoos, and the hair is dyed yellow and red, mixed with a little green in the middle, coupled with the skewed stance and carefree look, at first glance, it looks like
A street gangster, and a very bad one at that.
No matter how you look at them, no matter how you think about them, these two people are quite incompatible. One glance at them will make you feel like "a beautiful flower stuck in a piece of stinky dog shit".
But the two of them were holding arms, and behind them was a very cheap hotel. It was self-evident what they were doing inside.
With just one glance at this situation and attire, the brains of passers-by automatically complete the cause and effect:
Apparently, a mother discovered that her daughter, who was supposed to be at school, came out of the hotel with a gangster, so she yelled out.
As expected, the girl named 'Maria' had a panic look on her face, subconsciously let go of the boy's arm, and stammered: "You...why are you...here?"
?”
"I should ask you this," my mother's eyes were red, with tears in the corners of her eyes, and she said sadly: "You shouldn't be in school, why are you here? And...with this guy?"
As soon as these words came out, Maria suddenly showed displeasure and said: "He is not this guy, his name is Yamada, and he is a great racing driver."
"Racing driver?"
"He is the god of Akinayama racing. He has won the Akinayama Championship for eight consecutive years. Tomorrow he will go to Australia to participate in the 9th Akinayama Motorcycle Championship."
Mary introduced the glorious deeds of her boyfriend with a proud look on her face. The passers-by around her listened with their eyes widened. This time it was their turn to be shocked and incredulous, and they began to doubt their own memories in their heads:
Qiu Mingshan is in Australia?
Akinayama is a championship?
Is Akinayama comparing motorcycles?
At this moment, looking at the girl named Maria, there was a little pity in her eyes.
Sure enough, God is fair. If he gives you a beautiful face, he will also take away some intelligence.
No wonder such a beautiful girl would be deceived by such a little gangster. It's no brainer.
The mother opposite heard her daughter say this, and her whole body exploded. Her voice rose an octave and she roared: "Come home with me now."
After saying that, he reached out to pull his daughter. The little gangster named Yamada actually pushed her mother's hand away and said in a very rude tone: "Although you are Maria's mother,
But I won’t allow you to treat her like this. As long as I’m here, no one can bully my woman.”
"Yamada!"
Facing her boyfriend's domineering display, Maria immediately acted like she admired him, her eyes were shining with stars, and she said in that sweet voice: "So handsome, so cool, I like him so much."
"Let's go, Maria, let me give you a warm home." Yamada took advantage of the atmosphere and held Maria in his arms, saying that he was about to take the girl away.
The mother quickly stopped her, but was pushed hard by Yamada. She staggered back two steps, then fell to the ground. The vegetable basket fell to the ground, and the vegetables inside rolled out. Yamada took the opportunity to drag Mary.
Ya ran away, leaving only the mother lying on the ground, shouting the girl's name loudly.
But neither the miserable voice nor the rolling tears could bring back the girl's head. She was still looking at her boyfriend who was pulling her away with adoring eyes. This situation would be as bloody as any idol drama.
, but the people around him felt disgusted, and even wanted to rush up and punch the little gangster a few times to relieve their envy, jealousy, and hatred.
But if you get closer to the man and woman running wildly, you can hear a different conversation.
‘Maria’ complained in a very low voice: “Player Bird, why did you drag me away? I still haven’t finished my lines.”
'Yamada' gritted his teeth and said, "Team Midorikawa, where did you learn these things?"
"TV!"
"...You learned well, don't learn it next time."
"And next time?"
"Absolutely not anymore."
...
The man and woman ran to the end, leaving only Maria's mother, who collapsed on the ground, crying heartbrokenly. Several similar housewives nearby walked over with unbearable expressions and pulled the poor girl away.
The wife helped him up, saying comforting words, and helped pick up the vegetables that had rolled on the floor.
The lady looked lost, her eyes were dull, her expression was sad, her tears couldn't stop flowing, and she couldn't help mumbling: "Why is this happening? How could she be like this?"
It really makes those who hear it sad and those who listen to it cry.
Several kind-hearted ladies worked together to help the poor lady to a bench on the street. After saying a few comforting words, they advised her to look away and communicate with her children more when she returned. One day, the children would understand their parents.
Well-intentioned...
After such useless words, they left each other. The passers-by also shook their heads and sighed and went their separate ways. What they just saw and heard became new topics of conversation. After talking and laughing, they forgot about it.
Finally, after all, this has nothing to do with you, and you don’t get the advantage, so how can you care too much about it.
After a short pause, the crowd resumed its flow and the streets returned to their hustle and bustle. They did not stop because of this incident.
Only Mrs. Nakano, whom Dagu and Lina had met a few days ago, came over with a vegetable basket, looked at the poor man who was covering his face and crying, and couldn't help but sigh.
Because she thought of her past self, she had been heartbroken many times by her children's rebellion, and had been so angry that she shed tears many times, but the children did not understand her painstaking efforts and good intentions at all.