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What does it mean to have 15 whole servings of macaroni in the winter air? Everyone knows that macaroni has to be hot to taste good. Once it gets cold, it gets sticky and tastes terrible. Soon the macaroni was so cold that the beggar felt it with his hands before he closed the box again.

"Oh, not an idiot?"

"Too. Want to come here and show off your money?"

"That's possible. Are beggars always discriminated against? Maybe he wants to tell us that being a beggar is a lucrative career."

"Ha ha ha, do you want to do it? Every time I see you, I give you an enel!"

The discussion in the shop was quiet at first, but gradually grew louder when they found that the little beggar had no reaction to the taunts. At this time, the little beggar seemed to be deaf, and did not respond to this, but just put boxes of boxes into plastic bags.

But obviously, the little beggar put it in the wrong way. Plastic bags that could have held a 15-pack can now fit only five across. The little beggar looked slightly puzzled as he looked up, looked around the store, and then looked at the opaque bags.

It was a large handbag, specially designed to keep the food inside largely warm. It also has a zipper, which can be opened or closed freely. Generally speaking, this is for 20 or more guests.

The little beggar stepped down from his chair and looked at the owner with puzzled eyes. The owner of the shop saw that the little beggar is not really an idiot, and he did not have the mind to stir, with a handbag thrown at the small beggar, scold him quickly roll.

The little beggar silently picked up the bag, will be the rest of the packaging box all stuffed in, holding the baby girl, carrying the 15 food, left the macaroni shop.

But after leaving, the eyes, which had been confused, suddenly turned to ice cold. After a brief look around him, he dived into the side streets and began altering the props he had.

Dark to see all this, suddenly, he cold snort a -

"Hello, human boy. What the hell are you doing?"

The little beggar didn't answer, he just quickly took out the lunch box in the handbag and looked at the big bag.

"Hey, don't you want to answer?"

".................."

The little beggar busied himself with his work.

"Boy, it seems that we still don't have enough communication. As I said, I have fully served you. So I think we still need to have some basic emotional communication, right? Otherwise, you see, it would be too much for us to be jealous and defensive even in this intimate connection?"

Instead of looking at the pupils, the beggar took out the boxes and tried to stuff them into a plastic bag. After gesticulating for a long time, he slowly said, "you... Very clever. Know what I'm doing."

"Hey, hey, hey, you're wrong. Boy, the only way I know what you're thinking is because you and I have the same information. What you can infer from the information available, so can I. But I can't actively read from your mind what you don't want me to know. That is to say, I have no idea what you are thinking."

".................."

"Feed, feed, do you doubt even what I mean? Well, if you don't believe me, I won't be able to communicate with you."

".................."

"Well, boring."

Challenge method is also useless, dark to the little beggar's indifference appears to be a little uninterested. It can only continue to watch the little beggar in the hands of the work, watching him use these tools. Gradually, it finally knew what the little beggar wanted to do.

"Hehe hehe... Fun, kid. This is really too ~ have ~ interesting ~!"

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Half an hour later, the alley out of the small beggar. He carried a handbag in his left hand and a plastic bag in his right. But strangely, the baby girl who was supposed to have been in his arms had disappeared.

It was lunchtime, and the line of pedestrians was thinning. The small beggar walked slowly toward the blocked intersection, looking at the only dozen people left in line and the "soldiers" responsible for the search, took out of the handbag placed on the top of a box, went up.

"Would you like a box of macaroni, Sir? It's delicious."

The man in question looked around and saw a dirty little beggar holding a box of macaroni to him. To tell the truth, the man was really hungry after the long line. Despite his distaste for the little beggar, he nodded and took the macaroni...

"Cold? !"

When opened, the sticky macaroni is an instant turn-off. The man's appetite vanished instantly, and he pushed the box mercilessly back into the hands of the little beggar, turning his head and never looking at him again.

When the first sale failed, the little beggar silently closed the box and went to the first person in line. He continued to sell, two people after the box has been cold macaroni back into the bag, took out another sell.

No one to buy. Not a single one of the dozen or so people in line offered to buy the unappetizing macaroni. Everyone looked at the little beggar with a contemptuous gaze, and some of the people who had been waiting in line too long and were upset shouted at him.

"You idiot! You want something that's already cold? ! Roll!"

With a sharp wave of his hand, a man slapped the little beggar's macaroni to the ground. The little beggar silently looked at the ground already covered with snow macaroni, bowed his head, took out a box of macaroni from the handbag, went to the soldiers responsible for the search there.

"Would you like a box of macaroni, Sir?"

The soldiers knew that the beggar was holding cold macaroni, and they waved their hands without even looking at it. But the beggar did not seem to give up his business, so he changed another box and continued gallantly, saying, "Sir, my macaroni is delicious with a lot of sauce. Even if it's cold, it never tastes bad."

The soldiers were impatient with the bag they were turning over in front of them. They exclaim, "fucking idiot, bringing out something cold? You think it's summer! Roll! We won't buy it!"

The little beggar bowed his head and seemed very depressed. But he managed to reach out and hand the package to a soldier. But the soldier gave a sharp push, pushed the little beggar away, and continued to search for pedestrians waiting to pass.

Now, behind the little beggar is outside the city, he looked at the soldiers in front of the search, slowly, the package in the hand into the bag, turned...

"Wait!

Suddenly, a voice came from the awning next to it! The soldiers, who were searching for a hay wagon, stopped when they heard this, and stood together, looking at the awning.

The little beggar also turned his head, and saw that he had been sitting under the awning from a moment ago, and that the man in the cloak, who had witnessed all his actions, was now coming slowly towards him.

"Well, it's very clever."

The man in the cloak pulled his cloak away from his head to reveal a cunning old man beneath. He stared at the little beggar, his eyes slowly moving down from his face to the handbag in his hand.

"They call you an idiot, but to my mind you are a prodigious genius! Boy, what the hell is that in your tote bag? !"

The little beggar glanced at the handbag, lowered his head, and silently replied, "it's macaroni, Sir."

"Macaroni?

With a sneer and a wave of the cloak's hand, the soldiers immediately surrounded the little beggar.

"The more you want to hide something, the more you want to show it to others. I say you, for this has been in front of you open open handbag, why not a good search? Look at the size. It seems more than enough for a baby to get in."

After this reminder from the caped man, the five soldiers woke up at once! As they watched the beggar's face change from contempt to alarm, one of the soldiers stepped forward and stretched out his hand to the beggar.

"Ah? But... You'll have to pay..."

The little beggar couldn't help protecting the handbag.

"Smelly boy, which come so much matter!"

The soldier grabbed the bag and began to rummage about. And the little beggar's eyes began to look confused. Looking at his eyes, the cloaked man knew better and better that he had guessed right.

Macaroni boxes, macaroni boxes, macaroni boxes...

Nine boxes of macaroni were pulled out of the bag. The soldier reached into the bag and began to fumble

It was bits and pieces of rags that filled the handbag to the brim.

"No baby."

"What? No...? !!!!!!!!!"

The man grabbed the bag and began rummaging for it himself. But when he pulled out all the rags in the bag, where was the baby's shadow?

The little beggar hugged the macaroni that had been pulled out, as if he were about to cry. Is he really an idiot? Carrying all this cold macaroni and doing business here?

"What do these rags mean?" "Asked the caped man.

"It is... Oooo... To keep warm..." "Sobbed the little beggar.

'cheep, damn it.'

The cloaked man threw the rags into his handbag and went back to the shed. He was angry at being humiliated in front of his subordinates because of his misjudgment, but the beggar had to put away the rags and macaroni boxes that had been turned over everywhere. It was certainly not something that could be done overnight, so the soldiers left him alone and went on searching for the hay wagon.

After some time, the little beggar knocked the macaroni back into the package, took one look at the soldiers, and immediately turned around, went out of town, and left