Time flies like water. A year later, on the streets of American shirt machine, a thick black security guard walked out of the door casually. This black boy was about in his early twenties, tall and big, his arms were thicker than ordinary girls' thighs, and his thick lips turned upwards. When he smiled, he showed his white teeth, with dark skin and white teeth, and his black and white teeth.

The black guy in a security uniform hummed a little tune and walked slowly to the street corner.

Seeing him coming from afar, several hippies sitting on the railing across the road whistled together. One of them raised his hand at him and jumped off the railing. The white blond gangster crossed the road with a roaring scream and trotting all the way to the black security guard. On time! I really like you so much! If I were a woman, I would definitely marry you. Look at this big black man, it’s so fucking strong. Kung Fu on the bed must be very useful!"

The blond gangster who was talking was more head lower than the black security guard Tom. He laughed strangely while stroking on the black guy. Baboon! Stay away from me! Damn, why didn't your dad shoot you on the wall! Don't touch me with your dirty hands! It's a shame to have friends like you! Fuck you! Ha! Ha!" The big man of the black guy pushed away the blonde's hand and laughed loudly.

The two of them were playing on the street while greeting the women in each other's family unscrupulously. It can be seen that this blonde gangster named Kai should have a good relationship with this Tom Hei Big. Both of them seem very close in terms of language and movements. "Hei Big asked with a smile. I have to take a vacation, why would I not arrange an interesting show! Let's go find Xiao Lame. Maybe he will also like the show tonight! It will definitely stimulate you both to death! Haha!" Kai said with a wicked smile.

After saying that, the two of them walked staggeringly towards the streets outside. People who combined like this on the streets of the shirt-dropping machines are no longer surprised. Although racists in this era still have activities, those behaviors are limited to the behavior of some minority people in the upper class. For children who grew up on the streets, there is no difference between black and white, only between friends or enemies.

There is a small newspaper stand in front of the convenience store on the street. Most of the stalls have newspapers of the day, and of course, there are a small number of magazines, some small items such as lighters, cheap cigarettes, etc.

The owner, or manager of the stall, is an oriental man who looks young last year. His yellow skin, black eyes, and clear and thin face make people see his difference from other Americans on this street at a distance.

It was almost half a year since the neighbors and business people around him knew that this oriental young man worked every day in front of the newsstand, squinted his eyes to resist the sunlight. Then he took one change after another from passers-by to exchange for tomorrow's breakfast. No one knew where he came from and when he came here.

An extended Cadillac luxury car slowly drove up from the street and stopped at the door of the convenience store in the neighborhood. Although this street is a relatively prosperous street with shirtless machines, the prosperity here is relatively to the poor.

Of course, this new extended version of Cadillac is rare in this neighborhood. People who can ride this kind of car are either rich or noble. The appearance of this car naturally attracted the attention of almost everyone on the street.

The door to the roadside opened, and the first thing that caught everyone's eyes was a slender and whitened legs, with even bones and flesh, and the skin was extremely smooth and white. A small golden bell tied to the tender ankles. The golden bell swung gently, which made people's hearts sway.

The owner of this beautiful legs, an oriental girl with bright eyes and white teeth, and picturesque eyebrows, came out. All the men who looked in this direction couldn't help but whistle in their hearts. The skin of the oriental people was much better than that of the Westerners. The girl gently shook her silky hair in the wind, and didn't care about the gaze projected from all directions, and walked into the convenience store directly.

The men on the street seemed to follow the graceful back and directly follow the convenience store. If the extended version of Cadillac was not too annoying, I believe there were already a large number of American men who suddenly decided to visit this convenience store...

Perhaps the only sober man was probably the oriental young man who was guarding the newspaper stall. He still squinted his eyes and stared at the sun motionlessly in a daze.

Maybe I was a little impatient to wait, the car door on the other side of Cadillac was also opened, and a slender young man got out of the car, with dark hair and dark eyes, and was also an oriental.

The man walked elegantly to the door of the convenience store, in front of the small newspaper stall. When he saw that the stall was an oriental, and he was a little surprised. He asked casually in Mandarin: "Hello! Friend! Are you Chinese?"

The weak young man who set up a stall narrowed his eyes, hesitated for a moment and replied in Mandarin: "It should be! I think so!"

When the elegant man heard this answer, he frowned slightly and didn't say anything again, because he naturally thought that this man was speaking Mandarin, but he was not willing to admit whether he was a Chinese or not. He must be the kind of fool who was determined to get a US green card. No wonder he was born well and had a good appearance but went to the American street to set up a newspaper stall.

The elegant man turned his attention to the convenience store and refused to pay attention to this so-called compatriot.

At this time, the girl who had entered before was already coming out with a bag of purchased goods. When the elegant man saw the girl, his face suddenly felt like spring breeze, and he smiled and said, "Peer, are you tired? Do you need me to help you?"

The girl called Peier smiled happily: "I dare not ask for help from Master Wang! Although these are cheap things, they are my raw materials. You can't see you, otherwise you will know what I'm going to do. Hehe! When I get back, I'll make it!"

The elegant man shook his head helplessly, smiled bitterly and opened the car door for Liu Peier, making a standard gentleman's call.

If it weren't for Liu Pei'er's strong request. With his character and demeanor of Prince Wang, how could the girl get off the car and buy things in person? What's more, she would come to such a place to buy things.

This young man with every move is elegant and elegant, his surname is Wang Zhicheng. His father is the chairman of a famous listed company in the United States and the vice chairman of the American Chinese Business Association.

Liu Peier looked at the man's injured leg. For some reason, she suddenly felt a burst of inexplicable sadness in her heart. Her nose was sour. Liu Peier felt that she could hardly control her tears. What's wrong with me? How could she have the urge to cry to a stranger!

Is he okay now? Thinking of that, Liu Peier's mood suddenly became extremely disappointed. Compared to the mood when she went to a convenience store to buy things, it was just like the sky and the earth. Various past events kept popping up in her mind. It seemed like yesterday.

Some people cannot forget, some memories cannot be erased, and some endings are something that no one can rewrite.

Liu Peier wanted to blurt out and ask, "Do you recognize Ren Lengqing? And the silly female Taoist priest recalled it carefully!"

But she still couldn't ask, because the person in front of her could not be the one he, and she had an ending and could not go back.

Wang Zhicheng finally found that Liu Peier looked strange, so he stepped up, gently hugged Liu Peier's shoulder, and asked in a soft voice: "Peer. What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want me to accompany you to see a doctor?"

Liu Peier shook her head, not daring to look at the lame stall owner again, and half leaned on her fiancé's chest, and said weakly: "I'm fine, let's go back!"

Wang Zhicheng picked up the paper bag that Liu Peier threw on the ground. He glanced at the disabled young man suspiciously. He said to himself in his heart, Wang Zhicheng. Don’t think about it. Peier’s family background is not bad. Even if he is a high-ranking official in China, she will not be able to have any interaction with such an ordinary man in her life.

Master Wang half hugged Liu Peier's slim waist, and the two got into the car. The car slowly started and drove out of the block. Along the way, Liu Peier said nothing, lowered her head, and was full of worries.

Wang Zhicheng asked with concern: "Peer. What's wrong with you?"

Liu Peier shook her head gently, then slowly raised her head, and finally couldn't bear to hide it from him, "Just just now, a great hero who was once in my heart." After that, Liu Peier's eyes turned completely red, and her shoulders swayed slightly. She still couldn't help but sobbed gently.

The eldest son Wang stroked Liu Peier's shoulders lovingly. He sighed in his heart: "What kind of hero is the person in her heart?"

The little cripple casually flipped through the magazine in front of him and said to himself: "Peer, her name is Peier, a very nice name. But why don't I have a name? Who am I? Who am I?" When I thought of this, the little cripple appeared in pain on his face, and his head suddenly buzzed.

Just now, Master Wang really wronged this lame young man because the little lame man didn't know who he was and where he came from. If the person who was asked about a Japanese just now, he would answer in Japanese. If the person who was asking about a Vietnamese, he would answer in Vietnam, because language does not mean anything to him, as if he was born in his mind. He could not prove his nationality by language.

Regarding his identity, Kai and Tom even used it to make bets more than once, but unfortunately, the accent of any country is very pure in his mouth, and he can't remember too much. However, he has always been more inclined to the assertion that he is Chinese.

He only vaguely remembered that about a year ago, an American tanker rescued himself in the North Pacific. According to the unfounded speculation of the sailors, this magical boy from the East may have been wandering on the sea for half a month. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to ask about his identity and nationality. The boy from the East lasted for more than ten days. When he woke up, he became what he looked like now.

I can't remember anything from the past, but I know many languages ​​and have a pure accent. It was precisely because of this advantage that the little cripple worked hard on the ship to repay the life-saving grace of the American brothers.

After the tanker landed, it would not sail for the time being. After landing on the land, the little cripple's three-no identity became a problem. Fortunately, the sailors on the tanker, as men of the sea, have considerable sincerity towards their companions, and of course they would not let the honest oriental boy starve to death on the land.

Everyone put together aside and paid for Xiao Crooker to apply for a visa on the shirtless machine and found a job. Unfortunately, he was not easy to get involved in the shirtless machine with an oriental face. In addition, he had a disabled leg and was not talkative, so he finally got into the newsstand.

Fortunately, life here is quite peaceful. With the faint personality of Xiao Crack, there is not much oil in a newsstand, and no one wants to make him a move. In addition, Xiao Crack's unexpected kindness, he inexplicably got along with Kai, the leader of the gangster who was pimping on the street and Tom, who was famous for fighting black security guard. After a while, no one would mess with this poor man.

Tom and Kai grew up on this street since childhood. One became the security captain of the Jinkaidi Hotel, and the other became the pimp leader in the red light district of the outer street. The two of them were very proud from time to time on several nearby streets. Anyway, as long as Kai handed over the monthly money collected to the gangsters above on time every month, the big figures above would not care about how powerful the small characters below were. The underworld was the same.

As the saying goes, if you often walk by the river, you won’t be able to get your shoes wet. Four months ago, when the little cripple just came to this street to set up a stall less than two months ago, Kai stood up for a prostitute and beat up a client with background.

The next day, the other party transferred dozens of big men from another block, determined to chop the young pimp.

Kai relied on the familiar terrain and ran around. He had no choice but to jump over the wall and hid under the little cripple's newsstand.

In less than ten seconds, more than a dozen underworld men surrounded the newsstand and asked Mr. Kai about his whereabouts.

The little cripple's face was extremely calm, as if this scene was a pediatrician. Not only did he not sell the young master Kai under the stall, but he also spoke dullly and tricked the other party until Tom brought someone to help save Young Master Kai.

Mr. Kai could see clearly under the stall that he was more than a dozen gangster figures who were afraid of, and the little cripple didn't even shake his legs. He was either really stupid or was not an ordinary person before he lost his memory.

But the fact that Mr. Kai and Tom are willing to make friends with Little Crack is because Little Crack tells the truth, "I don't tell them that you are hiding underneath because I don't want them to break up my stall! I still have to rely on it for a meal."
Chapter completed!