Evil always comes from courage

I don’t know if it was my tireless persuasion that successfully caught his attention, or maybe he felt that my description of the food served by the waiter was very appropriate. He seemed to have finally given up on that inexplicable persistence and took it away in my peripheral vision. took the plate.

The corners of my mouth couldn't help but reveal a proud smile, slightly raised at an angle that was difficult for him to notice. However, I soon noticed something was wrong. Some disobedient sounds came from my side. I was a little curious. It was too much, but I was so scared that I froze on the spot.

He did not use the knife and fork placed on the side of the plate, but grabbed the whale meat on the plate with his hands. He sobbed with red eyes, the sauce was stained all over his hands, and there were big drops of blood in the frames of his eyes. Tears fell onto the plate.

I didn't see him swallow it, and he didn't have time to swallow it. He just held it in his mouth and kept crying. His tears mixed with the roasted and slightly burnt meat, which he pushed hard into his mouth with his hands.

I was frightened by his behavior until he seemed to be choking on the fish, coughing and spitting it out, but somehow he desperately tried to stuff the food that had spit out from his mouth back, and then coughed even more violently. , I simply suspected that he wanted to choke himself to death.

I patted his back unceremoniously, trying to get him to spit out everything in his mouth. When I saw him panicking and stuffing the spit-out whale meat into his mouth, I immediately patted him harder and anxiously..

I thought that I was no longer trying to help him calm down, but was beating him hard. I was really panicked. I had never seen such a scene before, and I was even more anxious to explain;

"This is the first time I've seen someone cry and eat at the same time. Please don't be so anxious, even if it's a rare item, I can let you eat any food you want on this ship."

I promised him this, but I was used to using such a slightly arrogant tone. After taking pictures for a long time, he got much better. It seemed that the blockage had been coughed out and he no longer stuffed it into his mouth.

I I breathed a sigh of relief and patted his slightly thin back gently, hoping that he would at least not threaten me in this way, but I was frightened.

When he calmed down, he looked at me with his red eyes, I hurriedly looked away to avoid meeting his eyes, and focused all my attention on his perfectly curved back, patting it as lightly as a feather caressing it.

"Who are you?"

He suddenly asked, and I stopped.

"Alice Letasha, this is my name. You are so rude. Now it's time for you to tell me your name."

But somehow, my tone was still a little arrogant. In front of him, I seemed to have a compulsive tendency that drove me to do something against the rules.

"Henry Jane."

His tone suddenly slowed down a little. I didn't know if it was my imagination. I sighed, and my tone was cautious and tentative as I complained;

"Okay Henry Jane, I don’t care what happened to you, but now you have to learn to eat like a gentleman first. Before others come back, you can’t let others see you like this. At least don’t cry like this, you My tears and snot fell onto the plate."

He has a very good face, but he gives me a very stubborn and cold feeling. When I look at his face, I can't help but feel an inexplicable fighting emotion. I can't calm down and my mind is in a mess..