One group believes that eating is the supreme time and an extremely private private space; the other group believes that chatting while eating can help bring people closer together.
Kashim belongs to the former.
She tasted the red cabbage soup with elegant movements, slowly put the food into her mouth, closed her eyes, chewed slowly, and then opened her eyes happily, showing an expression of enjoyment that made people feel the same.
If Gwen saw it correctly, there were tears in her eyes.
So everything is back, what kind of existence is Kasim? For herself, for this train? For her subordinates?
Gwen tasted the food quietly. Suddenly she felt a strong gaze and looked up.
Kasim looked at him, his eyes were sensual and gentle, making people's hair stand on end. Besides goosebumps, there was also a feeling of shyness.
She raised her chin, as if to indicate that a certain dish was delicious... Is it necessary? Gwen thought to herself.
This kind of silent communication is almost like two classmates passing notes to each other in elementary school.
Hey, this is your home, right? You can do that by opening your mouth, right?
Sigh. What on earth have I done to play with such a big kid? Gwen exhaled slowly and scooped up the highly recommended Utopia Beef Stew with a spoon.
The red meat is well cooked, clear and tender, which makes people particularly appetizing. The strong and outrageous spirits almost make people hypnotized, and the generous spices make this thing even more full of flavor. Delicious feeling.
About to fuck…
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 the burning spiciness. The aroma of alcohol that hits your nose instantly makes you very energetic. It is fragrant and tender, and has a clear layered texture.
Every step of the process couldn't be better. What is this? What is this? Is it really the top dish that beef and spirits can make? Beef is not even very, very good beef, but this Taste.
Before she knew it, Gwen had filled her mouth, making her cheeks bulge.
In response to this delicious taste, he behaved erratically.
Putting down the spoon, he rarely blushed. Kasim made a "thank you" mouth gesture, stopped paying attention to him, and continued eating silently.
Gwen finished eating early.
The eating speed is not very fast, but compared to Kasim, it is very fast, and Kasim eats much more than him.
This woman. This secret agent.
It's like eating the last meal of your life, eating with a fighting mentality. It can be said to be comfortable at first, but later it almost feels like eating like self-abuse.
When she put down her knife and fork, Gwen actually breathed a sigh of relief. She didn't have to watch her fight such a fierce war with her stomach. Putting down her knife and fork also meant that the meal time was over. We could talk. "You eat like this Doesn’t it matter?”
Although she wanted to ask ten thousand questions, Gwen asked this first.
He cares about Cassim.
It's not the kind of care between friends, but the kind of care you would give when you encounter a cat lamp coughing up a ball of yarn on the road.
"Just right."
Kasim's voice was a little hoarse, seemed to be caused by eating? She gasped twice:
"The pleasure and pain of food should be like this, keeping me awake."
"You are sick." "Huh?"
"Only those who are not sick would 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'll be alone..." "Wouldn't it be nice to have someone to chat with?"
Gwen caught the opponent's weakness: "You should really want to chat with someone of the same kind, right? Come on now, let's wash together and have a chat under this situation."
"Hehehe..." Kasim smiled slightly.
This woman probably has a psychological problem and can't escape, Gwen thought.
In fact, medicine in Utopia is 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, Gwen's cognition is a bit like what he had before time travel.
The country where you are staying.
Older, rigid people adhere to a principle, that is, "If I don't go to see a doctor, I don't have a disease." The same is true, "If you go to see a psychiatrist, you have a disease."
The perceptions of Utopians are also rigid and conservative. All Utopians believe that if they are not really crazy, there is no need to see a psychiatrist. It is also expensive!
Cassim should be one of them. Gwen decided to start with hobbies. Or rather.
It was the hobby that she thought she liked very much, and the hobby that she thought was of the same kind, that made her start working on it. She changed her mind and made new plans. Gwen tried 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 like killing someone with a single shot. The first time is always precious."
".."
Kasim showed a look of reminiscence:
"I remember I was on a freight train, and a guy stole my potatoes. I was starving, so I shot him while he was sleeping, and then I jumped off the train and broke my body.
Legs, I was wandering alone in the wilderness, but I was very lucky. Before dark, a group of rangers found me. I still remember three blue-haired Ron and two gray-haired Wilgi. They rode giant rats and
I brought back my hometown number."
Kasim had an afterthought look on his face: "Then, I stayed in the Hometown. Although it was chaotic, there were a lot of bad people, and there were incidents of abuse in the workhouse, but all in all, it couldn't be better than this.
The living environment has changed. I survived, lived happily, and became a secret agent when I grew up..."
"When I grow up?"
Gwen's expression looked like she had been punched. "I must have been eight years old back then." "Eight years old!?"
Gwen took a breath, her eyes a little dull.
"Hmm. About eight years old." Kasim gently reached out and pulled down the collar, exposing his collarbone to Gwen.
On the fair skin, there is a faint line, which can vaguely be seen as the symbol of the utopian number eight, on it.
Kasim pulled his clothes back up.
"They would write age, height... and other information on the goods that were scheduled to be sold. However, because I was already a beautiful woman at the time, too many scars would affect the value of the goods, so there was only an age number, not even a number.
I carved it. There is no production place or training base on the body... Hahaha..." She was proud? Or she smiled a little proudly, "Being pretty is still good. I was the highest-end product at that time.
.”
".." Because it is too heavy.
Gwen was already regretting broaching the topic.
"What about you? When was the first time you killed someone?" Kasim lowered his head and washed the dishes.
"my words."
Gwen's memories were pulled into a special era. He wanted to fool the past, but he didn't.
"Speaking of which, you and I do have a slight fate. Your first murder was for a purpose, and my first murder was also for a purpose. It seems that impulsive crime does not exist between you and me.
At that time, my story was relatively simple. I used to be a person who upheld the spirit of chivalry, doing chivalry and traveling around the world. This was my dream."
"What is Jianghu?" Kasim asked. She turned the hot water to the maximum, and it was steaming. The high temperature and the dishwashing liquid made the dishes sparkle in no time.
"Wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes." Gwen gave a classic answer.
Kasim raised his eyebrows and seemed to understand: "So, when you were a child, you had such extravagant thoughts as being a good person? I have to say that although you and I are somewhat destined, there are also some differences in our families."
Yes.
As long as an Earthling's life is not too bad and he has not gone to greet African tyrants and South American dictators, the gap between his family and that of the Utopians can be as large as that between Roman aristocrats and mules and horses.
"So, I went to practice martial arts and study. I hope to be a doctor with martial arts skills and walk around the land to provide medical help to people in need. Something like Doctors Without Borders."
"A very good idea." Kasim commented, "I had a similar idea, and what?"
"Then came the long period of study and the formation of a outlook on life. My master taught me benevolence and chivalry, my senior brother taught me about my family, country and the world, and my junior brother who gave up halfway taught me to believe in justice. Everything is beautiful. Yes.
Well, my senior brother often said to me who looked down on him at that time: Don’t do to others what you don’t want others to do to you. Use your dissent and express your opinions about things you don’t like and say what you don’t want to do to others. You should always tolerate it because you are happy in your heart.
Don’t force your agreement on the other party, because I have better talent and I don’t want to train, but I have quite high requirements for my body.”
Recalling that time, Gwen couldn't help but smile a little. Although she did look down on those old stubborns, they were all pretty good people.
Gwen touched upon his deepest secrets and core. He confided to a woman whom he had not known for too long and whose friendship was not that deep. Because the other party also confided his pain and story, he also reciprocated.
"Our senior brother got married. The wedding was great and his wife was beautiful. But his tragic fate struck him from this moment on. His wife became pregnant with twins. After they were born, one was drowned and the other was
Another group of people drowned. His wife could not bear the blow and committed suicide, and he also took revenge in pain."
Gwen showed a slight smile: "He was too weak. His sense of happiness and security had flattened his martial arts. His pride in his future and self made him never have a plan. Naturally, he died, which was quite miserable. To me
In front of me, he said, "Don't do stupid things," and I said, "Don't do to others what you don't want others to do to you." He died with a bitter smile, and I left with their cries. Then, I did the only good thing in my life.
Things, violence."
"Did you use violence to get justice for him?" "Yes."
"I heard that revenge will not bring peace of mind, revenge will only make people suffer."
"no."
Gwen showed an ugly smile: "Revenge is an addictive honey medicine. It is sweet and fragrant. You will never feel empty and confused after revenge. Only the feeling called 'aftertaste' is still in your heart.
I feel the slightest regret, regretting the cruel idea I didn’t think of at the time.”
Once you do something like that, you can't go back.
Gwen believed that her fall into this abyss of madness began at that time, and that she had fallen into this evil path and could never look back.
"Great experience."
Kasim commented, "For the first time, it was done well." If ordinary people commented like this, Gwen would definitely be angry. TAMA!
I'm suffering, why do you, a birdie, point here? Point and point! Is it a fried cake? 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-quality apricot slave when he was 8 years old. Needless to say, this gold content even made the caretaker angry and refused to feed him because he could not see the grass. Gwen felt that Kasim was absolutely
It's a little bit concealed, just like when you tell a story, you're hiding something.
Kasim definitely did not run away passively as she said. She must have done something proactively, such as preparing the opportunity to run away early and knowing the patrol route of the Rangers. She is only eight years old!
Are all eight-year-old Utopia girls at this level? Gwen thought to herself.
The two of them finished washing the dishes.
I started watching TV and watching sports games.
Gwen was very happy to see that there was a baseball program. The rules of baseball in Utopia were similar to those on Earth. They had the same rules, which Gwen could completely understand.
You can also chat with Kasim
For a moment. Although it’s a bit weird to say this.
But after sharing the story, there was a subtle feeling of friendship between the two.
Like an accomplice.
There is a truth said in many works, that is, the most intimate relationship in the world is accomplice.
Gwen believed that she and Kasim should now be in a realm of complicity.
Watching TV, thinking about this and that funny story. Gwen suddenly remembered her work. "By the way, Kasim, the photos I took?"
"I finished reading it while you were taking a shower. It was very, very interesting. But it was too obvious and too indiscriminate. It's a pity. We could have had a very interesting little brother."
Kasim relaxed a lot, and his words were sometimes full of yin and yang.
"It's better to skip it."
"Why?"
Gwen came up with her own set of logic that could stun Coral, top-notch logical thinking:
"Is the criminal good-looking?"
"It doesn't look good, I guess it's pretty ugly."
"Are criminals as cute as me?"
"Definitely not."
"Then why should he be our little brother?"
Logic is over.
Kasim was stunned, moved his hands, and scratched his face.
