【Mi Ying】that side

The Englishman's biological clock was running as usual, and he was woken up by starvation early in the morning because of his hunger.

With the refrigerator only plugged in the night before, there was no food storage in his apartment.He lay on the bed and looked out the window, the sky was still only dawn, and there was still a long time before going to work.

He got up and washed, changed into simple casual clothes, took his wallet, and went out to find a place where he could buy breakfast.

Just a few steps down the stairs, I saw Alfred, who was wearing a T-shirt and loose basketball pants, resting near the gate. There were a lot of sweat stains on his clothes, and he looked like he had just returned from a run.

The Americans spotted him at a glance, and he greeted the British loudly from a distance: "Good morning, Arthur!"

Thinking of the compliment of the guy younger than him who said "the eyes are beautiful" yesterday, as well as his unsteady reaction, Arthur felt somewhat awkward: "Good morning... Alfred."

Hearing Arthur call his name, Alfred looked happy.He trotted towards Arthur: "You are also very early today."

Obviously it was you earlier.thought Arthur.

But now he was more concerned about his own breakfast.He wanted to go to Francis's coffee shop, but vaguely remembered the sign at the entrance of the shop saying "This coffee shop opens at eleven o'clock and closes at eight o'clock", so he simply turned to the "Local Pass" in front of him for help: "That...you know Is there a breakfast place near here?"

Alfred thought for a moment, then asked: "If you are willing to wait for me for 10 minutes, why not wait for me to take a shower and let's go together?"

Seeing the natural expression of the Americans, it seems that they didn't take yesterday's conversation seriously.Arthur thought it was still early anyway, so he agreed.

Alfred's eyes lit up, and he took off his glasses as he strode into his apartment, showering and changing in ten minutes.When he stood in front of Arthur again, he was refreshed, but his still wet hair showed his haste.

Always a guy who keeps his promises.Arthur couldn't help but pursed his lips into a smile.

Alfred took him to a Mediterranean-style light restaurant located to the east of the apartment.The store is not big, there are some potted plants in front of the door, and a few round sparrows are pecking at the door.The counter is decorated with blue tiles and small oil paintings, which looks very warm in the soft light and fresh air of the morning.

The shop owner is a Latin young man with long brown curly hair and dark skin, who is reading a book behind the counter.Hearing the approaching footsteps of Arthur and the others, the young man put down the book in his hand and greeted with a smile: "Good morning, what do you need?" The olive green eyes and the tear mole on his face gave Arthur a strange sense of intimacy .

How strange, the inhabitants of this small town.Arthur nodded and smiled at him subconsciously.

He leaned over the door of the store and saw that there were various flavors of hamburgers and sandwiches in the glass pantry near the door.The owner introduced them into the store, which provides open self-selection food, including vegetable salads, bread embryos and cheeses of different materials, and cooked food. The choices are very rich.

"This Portuguese shop owner's food is very good." Alfred naturally approached Arthur, and Arthur subconsciously pulled the distance away, and replied politely: "It's really good." He also looked at it specially The labels are also very affordable.

Under the recommendation of the Portuguese youth, Arthur chose milk tea, vegetable salad, and egg sandwiches. He doesn't eat much, and he is only picky about the taste of black tea. As long as the food can satisfy his hunger, it is enough.

When he saw Alfred holding multiple servings of beef sandwiches and tuna burgers in his hands, and putting grilled sausages and scrambled eggs in separate boxes for checkout, Arthur couldn't hide his surprise: "You... That’s quite a lot.” Thinking of Americans’ good physical strength and their habit of exercising early in the morning, I felt a little unbalanced.

"I'm still growing up," the American didn't care. He blinked and asked back, "But you, as a police officer, is it really okay to eat so little? I'm worried."

"Long-winded, you big eater."

Knowing that the other party was deliberately teasing, Arthur simply fought back.

The Portuguese looked at them and smiled, and greeted them when they paid and left: "Thank you for coming, I hope to see you often in the future." The tone was gentle and friendly, which added a lot of goodwill to Arthur, a newcomer to the town who visited for the first time.

They unpacked breakfast on the way back to the apartment and ate it while walking. Alfred greeted the residents he knew from time to time on the way.

What a very popular guy, Arthur thought absently.

"Arthur, did you listen to me?" Alfred stopped and looked sideways at him.

"Huh?" The British were taken aback.

Seeing his expression, the American youth laughed again: "I said, for the convenience of contact, why don't you tell me your new mobile phone number?"

"Ah..." Arthur reacted with an embarrassed tone, "...Actually, I haven't had time to buy a new mobile phone yet."

"Well then," the other party quickly suggested, "after your work is over today, shall I take you to choose a mobile phone? I have a close Estonian friend who sells electronic goods in the eastern suburbs."

"Ugh?"

"He will give you a discounted price, don't worry! Meet at the door of the apartment at 7 o'clock in the evening!" The American set a time on his own, and continued to walk, leaving no room for the British to refuse - of course , Arthur did not intend to refuse.

As someone new to the community, he really needed a new phone.

The conversation on the way back made Arthur better understand Alfred's "local knowledge". For example, he is not only familiar with the town, but also the landmarks in the surrounding suburbs. Francis and these people knew each other well.

When talking about the people they knew together, the Americans were particularly happy: "It turns out that Arthur has already met them. It seems that our new police officers are getting familiar with the environment very smoothly."

Those words were full of kindness and inexplicable intimacy.

Arthur was repelled by this at first, but now he is somewhat happy.This was the third day he came to the town. Alfred was the first person he met here, who helped him a lot and treated him very kindly.

In the first few days since he came here, he has been able to walk naturally with the Americans beside him on the way back, looking like... like friends.

He has never had any friends, coupled with the indifference and awkwardness in his personality, he knows that he is not a likable personality.But after coming here, the gentleness given to him by the people he met gave him a new and inexplicable sense of peace of mind.

There is probably no better place to start.He bit the sandwich in his hand and couldn't help smiling.

Alfred walked into the garage on the side of the apartment, pushed out a black heavy motorcycle, and told Arthur that he was going to school.

Arthur looked at the realistic vehicle in front of him and secretly marveled.You must know that this style of Harley-Davidson motorcycle is not cheap, at least not affordable by ordinary college students.

Alfred saw his doubts, and explained: "The owner of this locomotive is Gilbert, and I rented it."

"Is it?" Arthur raised his eyebrows.

"Because Gilbert bought a new car a few months ago and lent me the unused locomotive. Unlike me, he is a very rich pharmacist. I only need to repair and check the engine and fuel tank, and pay for the fuel. Money is enough—so it’s rented.” The American explained carefully.

Arthur was quite surprised. He didn't expect that the former East German who looked carefree and familiar would be a pharmacist.But there was something more interesting to him in the American's words: "So you can repair locomotives."

"We often have to do it in the army and in school." Alfred took off his glasses, put them in the inside pocket of his jacket, and put on his helmet. The voice from the helmet revealed some pride, "Equipment maintenance is a big deal. One of my strengths."

"You don't need glasses to drive?"

"Mine are plain glasses." The American laughed, his blue eyes still shining under the visor of his helmet. "I don't want to be late for class. Anyway, see you tonight, Mr. Police, work hard!" Then Then start the engine and go away amidst the rumbling sound and the morning sun.

"Hmph..." Arthur looked at the back.

This American is not only enthusiastic, overconfident, but also domineering, but... it is impossible to refuse.

After throwing away the food packaging bag, he turned and walked directly to the police station.

The daily work of the police station is not much different from what Wa Xiu described.

Out of patrol needs, he finally walked into the garage of the police station for the first time and intuitively understood the assets of his workplace: a regular police car, and several light motorcycles with a displacement of 250c.c. for his colleagues on the day shift , and two heavy locomotives used by colleagues on the night shift.

Arthur didn't have any objection to this arrangement. The light locomotive had good shock absorption ability and was lighter. It was very convenient for patrolling in a small area or dealing with traffic accidents.

However, thinking of the figure of Alfred driving a heavy locomotive in the morning, he inevitably felt that unbalanced emotion again.He wasn't too dissatisfied with his height, but the skeleton and muscles couldn't work just by exercising.

People are really different.

During the day's patrol, he took the opportunity to familiarize himself with most of the town, successfully found the pharmacy opened by the German brothers, and happened to meet Ludwig who was helping to look after the store. Pharmacist qualifications.After that, I found the post office where the salary was paid, and the Finnish staff member named "Tino" kindly introduced the process to him.

Money, health, and finding these places that involve the center of life all made Arthur feel at ease.

After work, he declined Matthew and Elizabeth's dinner invitation, and rushed back to the door of the apartment before the time agreed with Alfred.

But—as it should be said—the Americans were one step ahead of him.

"Hi! I thought you would be wearing a police uniform." Alfred waved to Arthur, who straddled the black heavy motorcycle he was quite proud of, with his feet firmly on the ground.

"How is it possible to wear a uniform during non-working hours?" Arthur retorted with a smile.

Although the acquaintance time is still very short, after these few contacts, Arthur already has a general understanding of Alfred's character—or rather, from the first meeting, he has a wonderful feeling for this American Familiarity.

The guy was pretty likable after all.

The other party directly stated the itinerary: "Let's go to a store in the eastern suburbs to buy a mobile phone, and then I will take you to a restaurant in the southern suburbs for dinner."

Although the town is not that big, the arrangement of running around in the suburbs at night still made Arthur hesitate: "This way the journey will be a bit far..."

"It's not far to go by car." The American is full of confidence.

"Um...so, you're going to use it to drive me?" The Englishman's eyes widened.

Alfred nodded confidently: "Of course, isn't that obvious." After speaking, he handed another helmet directly, "Let's go." Again, there was no room for the British to refute and hesitate.

This self-assertive American!Arthur couldn't help cursing, and really couldn't think of a better solution, so he reluctantly put on his helmet and straddled the back seat of the motorcycle.

He is familiar with Americans tentatively, but he still doesn't want to have too close contact with other people.He straightened his upper body, deliberately keeping a distance from the American's back, and placed his hands on the side rails of the motorcycle, his movements stiff.

From the front came an American voice with a smile: "Haha, don't be so nervous, it's safer to put your hands on me."

Obviously turning his back on him, yet he spoke his mind straight.Arthur replied sullenly, "No need."

The American didn't care, and started the engine directly: "Okay, then sit still and take a look at the surrounding scenery on the road."

The road in the town is smooth, and the speed of the locomotive is not fast because there are other vehicles on the road.After passing several familiar places, the locomotive headed east all the way, and the traffic on the road became scarce, and Alfred gradually accelerated the speed.

Arthur's upper body stuck to the motorcycle rider's back from time to time due to occasional bumps, and he couldn't dodge it out of safety concerns, so he grabbed the American's coat as if giving up on himself.There was a muffled laughter and a strong heartbeat across the opponent's chest.

In the night, with the passing lights on both sides and the gradually deserted landscape, the sound of the heartbeat mixed with the sound of the wind was extraordinarily strong, which made him feel relieved for no reason.

He even went into a trance for a moment, feeling as if he was speeding behind that person on the road like this before.

If this trip can be extended a little longer, it seems... there is nothing wrong with it.