Summer 【Chiqin】

Things are going well on the other side of the world.

He and Gin walked out of the airport empty-handed.All without luggage.Nothing at all.

Anyway.in this city.What can't be bought.

Especially people like him and Gin who came here to resell arms.

New York.

The Big Apple.

Changing the route of arms smuggling is of course a major matter that requires an interview between the heads of both parties.It was early morning when they arrived.The agreed time is in the afternoon.The taxi stopped in front of a small church.He followed Gin into the church.Not many people paid special attention to them.People who pray are focused and devout.

Gin turned directly into the commodity department on the side.explain.Two hardcover Bibles.Japanese translation.

The benevolent old man always has a smile.Without saying a word, he walked into the cabin behind him.He thought that such a small church should not have a Japanese translation of the Bible published.and.He saw that the banknotes left by Gin on the counter far exceeded the value of the two books.

Even the Bible.Religion shouldn't be such an expensive thing.

But it is something that can bring a sense of security.

He narrowed his eyes slightly.He took the two tomes handed over by the old man with great effort.

When the benevolent old man smiled at him, there were deep lines in the corners of his eyes.explain.God bless you.

He saw an exquisite cross lying quietly on the hardcover book.The suffering man is engraved on it.

When they turned into a secluded alley next to the church, they opened the expensive and sacred book. Sure enough, there were things they needed hidden in the hollowed-out pages.He thought that people like Gin must be firm egoists even if they have faith.Of course, the only thing that can bring him a sense of security is the gun.

They put their small pistols on their bodies.Summer clothes are thin and not as easy to hide as trench coats.He thought it would be difficult if it was a windy day, and the hem of Gin's obviously loose shirt fluttered softly in the breeze.

He stared at the man in front of him.The shirt, which is supposed to set off an elegant atmosphere, has a decadent taste because it is too large.black.long sleeves.The unbuttoned neckline conveys an uninhibited message about this man.You can vaguely see fairer skin.Long golden hair fell back.The tail of the hair gently draws a graceful arc in the thin airflow.He thought Gin's neck was clean.None of the ostentatious metal ornaments that are common to low-level gangsters.Some strands of hair wrapped around her neck shone with a tiny golden light under the sun of Alluring City.He suddenly found that using black and white to set off light gold is indeed a beautiful match.

He said Gin.What about the two books.

He said Gin.

He was surprised to find that the man in front of him lost his mind.Although extremely brief.

Gin said it would be fine to put it in the cardboard box next to the trash can over there.Someone recycles.His tone was cold as usual.

But he was very sure that what was reflected in the man's eyes just now was not the current aura.The profile of that side face was definitely softer than usual in the bright light.

He thought he found something interesting.He looked in the direction Gin was looking at just now, and there was a corner of the ancient and elegant building in the complex.

He asked his partner, said, see you at the hotel restaurant at lunch time, is that right?

Get a short yes.He said I went to buy cigarettes.Pointing to the far end of the street.And with Gin's usual indifferent personality, he naturally wouldn't respond extraneously.He watched as Gin waved for a taxi.

turn around.What kind of building was hidden behind Gin's gaze just now.Woolen cloth?

He made meaningless guesses as he walked unhurriedly.Judging from the place where the guns were bought and sold just now, it should also be this kind of black market trading spot hidden in the market.Arms storage warehouse?Where is the person to be interviewed this afternoon?The connection point of the dark organization here?He thought that Gin's inscrutable nature would not be the answers that could be directly thought of.What's more, which of these answers can make the man show a blank expression for a moment.

That slightly softer silhouette stranded in daylight.

He stopped before the real answer.He narrowed his eyes slightly.

orphanage.

A man who doesn't know his parentage or his birthday.

He should have guessed.

There are many apples on the success tree.

But when you pick New York City.

You pick the Big Apple.

he walked in.The children's hilarious laughter filled the ground in the sun.There are curious eyes towards this side.His aura is not scary.Compared with gangsters, he plays the role of justice messenger more times.

He smiled slightly at those innocent eyes.

The same kind-hearted old man asked him why he came.I was at a loss for words because I was completely unprepared.Later he said, find someone.

A person who has left here.blond.blue eyes.White skin.Possibly mixed race.left handed.

And when the kind woman smiled at him, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were very deep.She said this is not possible.You must at least tell me his name and age.

That's what I've come here hoping to know, he thought.He said so, but it was impossible to think about it.Even Gin himself doesn't know about his age.

Later he started to look through the photo album.The old man said that if he didn't bother, he could look through it.He looked at the photobooks on the cabinet and thought that the workload was really heavy.The old man with a friendly smile is already drinking tea at the side.

He thought this was somewhat like looking for a needle in a haystack.but.He was sure there was something else here that he would really like to know.It was pure luck to find this orphanage.If lucky enough...

His fingers were stained with thin layers of dust.

The face you're looking for pops off the page.

A childish familiar silhouette.blond.blue eyes.Still look like a child.Clear eyes.Holding a pink puppet.

He thought of the pink bunny with floppy ears at the head of the bed.

He smiled.He thought Gin didn't hate pink.

And the old man's frank smile was full of warmth that couldn't be hidden.She said, you look for Lucky.The protracted end sound gradually dissipated like aftertaste of happiness.

He was obviously taken aback for a moment by the unexpected name.

...like a dog's name.And a golden retriever.

The old man said that he was abandoned at the gate of the orphanage when he was very young.No wonder you can't tell your name and age.

explain.How is he now?

Later he dutifully chatted with the old man about the man he didn't know much about either.Said he was fine.Be a teacher at school.Popular with students.And he learned that this golden retriever puppy, ah no, Lucky was well-behaved and righteous when he was young, and he protected the children in his yard from being bullied by outsiders since he was a child.

He thought that the gang boss was not born to be a gang boss after all.This is an interesting discovery.

He looked at the clear eyes in the photo.

He said. Lucky.

The lengthy reverberation stranded on the tip of the tongue and slowly dissipated.