After turning the corner, he saw the little girl again.
It was on the way back from the Ye Family Dojo to the Huang Family Villa. Every day, after finishing his homework, watching TV, and preparing to go back to sleep, it was already around ten o 'clock in the evening. Under the street lamp, the black-haired mixed-race little girl wearing tattered clothes looked over tentatively and hesitantly.
The next time he saw this little girl was three days ago, also at night.
After all, Jianghai City was a big city. It was close to midnight, and although it was close to the outskirts of the city, this street was not considered desolate. Some shops were still open, and there was a stall that closed very late. It was always parked on the side of this road because there was a construction team living on the other side of the street all year round. Very late, workers in twos and threes would gather here for supper.
It was also in front of the stall that he inadvertently saw the mixed-race little girl. The little girl also saw him at the same time.
Jiaming could still recognize that it was the clothes that Shasha gave to the little girl. Her face was stained, and her feet were still not wearing shoes. She looked at the road under her feet, opened her hands, and carefully walked back and forth in front of the stall. From time to time, she would raise her little face to look at the car and twitch her dirty little nose. When she saw Jiaming, she was obviously puzzled for a moment, and then watched Jiaming go away.
Only that pair of eyes were still as crystal clear and flawless as before.
Jiaming didn't know why the little girl was like this. From the first time he saw the mother and daughter, their family should be quite rich, with good clothes and so many bodyguards. Even if they were in a foreign country, if they wanted to ask for help, they could go directly to the embassy. Moreover, although the money that Shasha gave them was not much, it was more than enough to make an overseas phone call. Why did it become like this?
And … Where did her mother go.
Jianghai City has developed rapidly in the past few years. Further down the street, there are several construction sites, but there is also a dangerous building. It is said that it is going to be demolished and rebuilt, but for many reasons, it has not been done yet. Now, there are often homeless or beggars living in it. Looking at the little girl's dress, is she and her mother currently living in that building?
He was not a compassionate person. During his years as an assassin, he had long understood that there was no shortage of people in the world, but there was no shortage of people who needed help. Even if he sacrificed his life, how many people could he help?
However, when he looked into the little girl's eyes, Jiaming couldn't help but feel a trace of compassion. At the age of nine or ten, he was taken away by someone and became an assassin at this age.
The next day, the third day, the two of them only looked at each other every night. The little girl always timidly watched the Jiaming leave, but the fourth and fifth day was a weekend. He spent the night at the Liu Family's villa, and on the Monday night of the second week, he played too late at the Ye Family's house. When he passed by the street, it was almost twelve o 'clock at night. There were basically no pedestrians on the street, and the pink car was also preparing to close the stall. The little girl stood in front of the pink car, raising her hands and saying something to the boss with difficulty.
Even if you are a genius, it is impossible to learn a foreign language in a month, especially Chinese, which is recognized as one of the most difficult languages to learn. The little girl stammered, and the owner of the pink car was impatient with her pestering. He said loudly, "Go away, girl. Stay here every day. I am not a good person. Go away …"
The two of them were entangled for a while, and the little girl finally understood that there was no result. She turned and squatted in front of the gutter, crying softly. She hugged her knees with both hands and curled up tightly. From time to time, she would look at the road, but Jiaming was hiding in the shadows, and she couldn't find him at all.
Although it was already summer, the weather had not completely turned hot. It was still cold in the middle of the night, and the little girl's feet were carefully rubbing together.
After watching for a while, Jiaming finally sighed and walked over helplessly.
Seeing Jiaming's sudden appearance, the little girl suddenly raised her head, as if she wanted to run over, but in the end, she didn't move.
In her heart, she thought that Jiaming was the person who saved her and her mother that night, but after all, Jiaming had always expressed his denial.
Walking in front of the pink noodles stall, Jiaming said, "Master, is there any more pink noodles for sale?"
"Ah, there is, there is. Sit down, it will be ready soon. Hey, you came at the right time, the stall is about to be closed."
"Oh." Jiaming nodded, "I want three portions, one to be packed, thank you."
As he spoke, he waved at the little girl. Suddenly, the little girl's eyes lit up, and she ran over to him, saying in English, "Brother …"
"Sit down."
Also speaking in English, Jiaming let the little girl sit to the side, then took off his coat and put it on the little girl, gently wiping the stains on her face, but didn't say anything.
After a while, the first plate of pink noodles was served. Jiaming pushed it in front of the little girl and watched her gobble it up. Jiaming stroked her back and asked the owner of the pink noodles, "Master, does this little girl come here every day?"
"Oh, she just came here a few days ago. She looks like a foreigner. She seems to be waiting for someone here every day. She didn't see anyone last night, so she stayed here until I closed the stall and refused to leave. She kept squatting by the side and crying. Sigh, so pitiful. But I'm also a small business, so I can't help even if I wanted to.
"Oh, she is a distant relative of mine. She just came back from the United States and got separated a few days ago. I just found her now and brought her back immediately."
"Ah, the United States, a good place …" The owner kept talking about the benefits of the United States, but Jiaming was not in the mood to listen. He poured a glass of water and sent it to the little girl's mouth, softly saying, "Eat slowly."
"Oh … Thank you … Brother …"
"Eat slowly … What is your name?"
"I … Heidi, my name is Heidi.
Tang. "
"Heidi.
Tang … "Jiaming repeated. Sure enough, she was a mixed-race child.
After a while, another plate of fried noodles was served. Jia Ming finished it quickly. On the other side, Heidi ate as much as she could, but there was still some left.
Then, under the guidance of Heidi, Jiaming carried the packed pink noodles to the dangerous building at the end of the street. As Jiaming expected, the mother and daughter really lived there.
What Jiaming did not know was that there were many tramps and beggars living in that building two years ago. But at the end of the year, a small part of it collapsed without warning. After that, fewer people dared to live there. Through the dark and deep corridor, the two went up to the third floor. At the end of the corridor, there was a light rippling. The little girl was about to turn around and talk to Jiaming, but Jiaming, who could see in the dark, suddenly covered her mouth.
At the end of the corridor, there was a woman's weak struggle and cry for help …