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Chapter 1205 - Chapter 1205 Chapter 1207 Heaven Decreed (5)

Chapter 1205: Chapter 1207: Heaven Decreed (5) Chapter 1205: Chapter 1207: Heaven Decreed (5) He didn’t know where to run, didn’t want to watch any shows, and didn’t want to go home either. He just ran forward desperately toward places that were crowded and well-lit.

Having run this way, he found himself back where he had first gotten off, with the hustle and bustle of traffic, still feeling out of place. He looked around at the surroundings, utterly confused.

He didn’t want to go home and didn’t want to visit any shopping malls either. He dared not trust any strangers now. However, he had just spilled all his money out. Now he didn’t even have the money for dinner or a bus ride home. No, at this moment, there weren’t any buses to take him home. Public buses overseas were like that, running just a few times a day–if missed, you had to wait another day.

All the street lights were on. He stood foolishly by the roadside for a long time until a person resembling a traffic officer asked where he wanted to go. After thinking, he mentioned the shopping mall. With a gesture from the officer, he realized that the mall was right beside him, not even a five-minute walk away.

Once he entered the mall, the performances had just begun. He stood in the middle and watched a few of his favorite characters from television, the knights in masks, performing enthusiastically. Although it was just a routine mall performance, the actors were thoroughly professional, incorporating harnesses and special effects. Many adults brought their children who were all amazed.

He should have been happy, right? But he wasn’t happy at all. Moreover, after running all the way earlier, his money was gone, his clothes were dirty, and he was tired and hungry. Although he could speak a few phrases in English, the people around him were all different–white, black, yellow-skinned. He felt like a traveler who had taken a wrong turn, completely baffled.

He stood there until the performance ended and the staff began to clear the area. He couldn’t return, for back in those days, not everyone owned a mobile phone.

A staff member asked him to step aside a bit, and he obediently moved back and stepped out of the mall. The street lights outside illuminated the scene. The European architecture here was just like a fairy tale kingdom. But in the fairy tale kingdom, there were roast chickens, cakes, scholarly fathers, gentle mothers, princes, and princesses.

The street outside the mall was the famous food street, very close to Chinatown. Apart from European buildings, it had appealing delicacies from China. As Qin Zhiyou walked past, if he hadn’t smelled the food it might have been okay, but once the scent hit him, he couldn’t help drooling.

At this time, coincidentally, it was dinner time. People overseas had the custom of having lavish meals. A simple salad for lunch, but dinner was indispensable. The meal was always with families, with fathers, mothers, children, or young loving couples. It looked extraordinarily warm and affluent.

He crouched by the roadside, in the backpack he carried–apart from the robot his father had bought him, which he had broken the head off–there was nothing.

A cold north wind blew. So cold.

He didn’t want to ask the police for help or go home. He just crouched there alone by the roadside. At his hungriest, he could only keep fiddling with the toy in his hands, imagining just like in the story of the Little Match Girl–once the light appeared, roast duck and cake would come, and his beloved grandfather too.

And then, the roast duck and cake really came.

In front of him appeared a pair of shoes, those of a little girl.