Tales of Forgotten Pacts Chapter 5

The author has something to say: I am a second-guessing bird, so we understand! Keep asking for that, huh huh~

☆, Sterling Long

As night fell, Mason Ye trotted through the alley and quickly entered the back door of a small restaurant.

The kitchen was in full swing. When the fat chef saw him come in, he immediately reached out and patted him on the head: "Where are you wandering? I'm looking for you! Quickly, give these two plates to table No. 3." Send it to table four!"

Mason Ye said "Hey" in a hurry. He didn't even have time to change his clothes. He took the dish and rushed out.

The chef rushed behind and shouted: "Little B@st@ard! Have you eaten? I'll fry you some noodles?"

"Thank you, Uncle Fat!"

It was lunch time and the lobby was full of people. This restaurant has reasonable prices and good taste. The rare thing is that the market entrance is very convenient, so business is always booming.

The boss and his wife were nice people. They took in Mason Ye, who was homeless and whose identity was unknown, a few months ago. Seeing that his arms and legs were weak, they asked him to help in the kitchen, do some chores, and take care of food and accommodation. Five hundred yuan a month.

Although five hundred yuan was shabby, Mason Ye was already very satisfied.

He looked like he had been suffering from a long-term illness, he was underage, he didn’t have an ID card, he couldn’t even tell his parents’ names, and he was not even allowed to move bricks on the construction site. If the boss and his wife hadn't taken him in, he would have slept in a bridge cave.

Therefore, Mason Ye cherishes this job.

He knew that in this era, it was absolutely impossible to survive without a job and a source of income.

Mason Ye quickly finished delivering the dishes. When she turned around, she saw the guests at the table at the door waving to pay the bill. She immediately took the bill from the front desk, rushed over and said, "Seventy-eight yuan, thank you."

The guest came every day, so Mason Ye saw this opportunity every day and ran over to take a look at him.

The man was about twenty years old, wearing glasses, with a very gentle and gentle face, sharp eyebrows and thin lips. According to the old saying, he had a standard "human appearance".

He lowered his head to pick up his wallet. His side face looked very soft under the light. Mason Ye stared at it, vaguely remembering another similar gentle face in his memory.

That's what his mother looked like.

The guest took out a hundred and put it on the table. Mason Ye didn't take it immediately, and his eyes froze on his face for a while.

"I don't have any change, I'm sorry." The guest misunderstood what he meant and immediately said, "No need to change, it's just for you."

Mason Ye blushed: "No, no, no, no, no, no..."

The young customer smiled at him, stood up and walked out of the store.

Mason Ye collected the money and put it at the front desk. He looked at the direction the guest was leaving. He was stunned for a few seconds and then suddenly chased after him.

I don't know when it began to drizzle outside, and the ground was slippery. The guest turned the corner, and Mason Ye staggered after him: "Hey...hey! Wait! Wait!"

The guest raised an eyebrow and looked at him doubtfully.

"This is yours." Mason Ye quickly took off his black wool jacket and handed it over with both hands: "You left it in the store that day. I'm sorry I wore it for a few days... Well, if you think it's dirty, I'll You can take it to wash..."

The guest's eyes shifted from the coat to the boy who was wearing only a thin shirt. He paused and then said, "No, you can keep it."

Mason Ye hugged the clothes, her face turned red, but she couldn't help but look up at the man's face.

... The guest leaned down slightly so that his eyes were level with the young man: "Little brother, what is your name?"

Mason Ye muttered: "Ye Shisan."

Thirteen is his ranking at home. Since he came to this era, he has always called himself this name. Mason Ye's real name has never been used again.

"Hello Ye Shisan," the guest said, "My name is Sterling Long."

Mason Ye nodded and said "Ah".

Sterling Long unfolded his coat and put it on Mason Ye, and asked casually: "Every time I go to your restaurant to eat, you always stare at me. Have we met before?"

...

"Wear more clothes when the weather is cold. How do your parents raise children? Look at your shoes with holes... Why are you still staring at me? Is there something on my face?" "Sterling Long wiped it on his face and asked doubtfully, "Is it nothing?"

He put a hand on Mason Ye's shoulder. The young man felt the warm body temperature and his nose couldn't help but feel sore.

"mother......"

... Sterling Long was stunned for a long time and asked: "What did you call me?!"

Mason Ye didn't care. Months of sadness, panic, hesitation and despair finally broke out at this moment.

He threw himself into Sterling Long's arms, pressed close to his face, and cried, "Mother------!"

Sterling Long: ...

Half an hour later, a cafe in a large shopping mall.

Mason Ye's whole body had a completely new look, with a dark gray cashmere scarf dR@p3d over her shoulders, the snow-white shirt collar turned out from the black woolen sweater, and clean shell buttons exposed on the cuffs. He put on a pair of thick-soled leather boots under his jeans, and his poor toes were no longer visible.

Mason Ye finally stopped sobbing, and the corners of his eyes were still red, making his skin more transparent.

Sterling Long didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and asked: "So I look like your mother? This is too ridiculous... My little friend, where is your home? Are you in school?"

Mason Ye whispered: "Lushun."

"Oh, Port Arthur, it's not far from here...where's your mother?"

"She is dead, killed by the Japanese."

... Sterling Long's head was full of questions and he asked again: "What about your dad?"