Chapter 48 Millie Tang (I) (Please read on!) "Mom, our seats are here, come quickly." On the steam train, the little girl Margaret stood beside her seat happily carrying her small bamboo box. She stood on tiptoe and tried to put the box on the shelf above her head. I am already a big boy, and I must take good care of my mother on the way to Saint Daoding City. This is what my father told me before he left. But the shelf was too high, and even though she stretched her toes straight, it was still a long way short of reaching the shelf. "Will you sit here? I'll put it up for you." A shy boy's voice came from the side at this time, and Margaret saw a hand stretched out to help her hold the bottom of the box. Turning her head to look, Margaret was stunned, just standing there on tiptoe stupidly. Before I left the town, I heard the priest in the church say a word called the beauty of thought. In the church scriptures, it is used to describe the saint. It means that when you close your eyes and imagine the most beautiful things, that kind of existence is the beauty of thought. And this... brother in front of her, should be considered a beautiful thought... Margaret suddenly felt that she was disrespectful to the saint. How could the words used to describe the saint be used to describe mortals? She quickly bowed her head and prayed, asking for the saint's forgiveness.
After she lowered her head, she realized that the other person was also standing on tiptoe to put the box for her. This brother was not very tall. "It's ready. I'll sit opposite you. You're so capable, even at such a young age, you can already help your mother carry the luggage." The boy smiled shyly at Margaret. Until now, Margaret could not believe that this was a boy. His skin and facial features were so flawless. Margaret felt ashamed and dared not look him in the eye. "Boom boom" the steam train started moving, and Margaret was still secretly glancing at her brother sitting opposite her. When she went to the dining car just now, she asked her mother, and her mother said that the person sitting opposite her must be a boy because he had short hair. She didn't notice this at first. The canon of St. Mary says that girls should grow long hair from the age of ten to show respect to Our Lady Uposathas. So, the person sitting opposite must be a boy, but he has a beauty that is envied by girls all over the world. At this moment, the young man opposite was flipping through archival documents and taking notes with a pen. Although the car was so noisy, he seemed to be completely unaffected. "Little sister, can I open the window next to you? It's too stuffy in the car." When the girl looked up, she met Margaret's furtive eyes. She quickly lowered her head. At this moment, she could only feel her heart pounding in her chest. It was so embarrassing. The boy didn't mind. He smiled innocently, stood up and opened the window next to him. "Don't open it too wide, or the documents in your hand will be blown away," Margaret warned. "Hey, I've seen enough. I'm going to take a nap." "Brother, would you like some red plum juice? My mom and I just picked some red plums yesterday, and we were thinking... we could drink some together on the way." Margaret mustered up the courage to make the invitation, her voice was very low, as thin as a mosquito. "Okay, sure, if it's not too much trouble." The boy was stunned for a moment but didn't refuse. He put the documents and notebook back into the file bag. It seemed that he was really ready to go to bed. Margaret tremblingly poured a glass of red plum juice and handed it over, but the steam train happened to pass a slope and the body of the train shook violently, and the juice in the glass spilled out. Margaret tried her best to control herself so that the juice did not splash onto the boy, but her skirt was the one that suffered and got a large area of it wet. "Here, I'll give it to you..." Margaret felt so embarrassed. If she had known this would happen, she would not have mentioned the juice.
"Wipe it quickly, and remember to wash it immediately when you get home. This kind of juice will be difficult to wash off your skirt." The boy quickly stood up and handed over a light blue handkerchief. "Okay, okay..." Margaret stood up awkwardly and wiped her skirt. It was at this angle that she noticed the silver necklace wrapped in the boy's sweater. The necklace was a bit strange in style, with a series of silver links that interlocked with each other, and countless densely packed silver curves on both sides, like the side legs of an insect like a centipede. As Margaret stared at the necklace, she noticed that the pair of legs suddenly moved slightly... "I haven't had such delicious juice in a long time. I'll give you the cup back." The boy drank it all in one gulp and then handed the cup back. He wrapped his collar, adjusted his head to a comfortable position where he could get some sun, and actually fell asleep leaning back in the chair. After the boy fell asleep, Margaret carefully folded the handkerchief he gave her. The handkerchief was so beautiful, with lace embroidered around it and a line of small words on the lower left corner. She asked her mother in a low voice, and it turned out to be the name of the university, Miskatonic University, and there was a small book pattern seal under the name of the university. It turned out that he had already gone to college at such a young age. Margaret was fascinated. "Hehehe, this is what I saw... What!? There's such a beautiful girl in the car, and you said you'd take me to Huajiu Lane after getting off the car. I guess... I don't have to wait that long." "What girl, Jeremy? You're a drunkard with a brain fog. It's a boy! Can't you see? Short hair! But maybe you'd like it, too. After all, you can't find a woman's private parts often, hahaha." Margaret looked up when she heard the voice and saw two big men in khaki woolen windbreakers staggering towards her row of seats. They also wore a copper necklace outside their coats, with a shiny brass gear attached to it. "You said I was drunk? Oh my, who was the one who just cried and begged me to let him drink less... This must be a girl. I... I have never seen such a beautiful woman, so tender that I could squeeze water out of her." "Let me make a bet, Jeremy! Ten pounds, I bet it's a boy! But boys...hahahaha, I like it too. I guarantee that if you try it once, you'll want it ten times!" "How do you bet? Push him awake and ask? Let me do it. I'll push him." "Don't bother with that. You don't know the difference between boys and girls. You can tell by just touching them." "I'm just afraid of you... I can't stop once I touch you, hahaha!" The two men approached, emitting an unpleasant smell of alcohol. Margaret was already a little angry when she heard them using foul language, and when she heard that the two men were actually preparing to be openly rude to the boy, she jumped down from the stool. "Oh my, Jeremy, you've already lost... Look how much this yellow-haired girl is protecting him, she must be a man. If you admit defeat now... I'll take 5 pounds from you!" The man in the khaki coat didn't take Margaret seriously at all. "Gentlemen, please return to your seats. You are not welcome here." Margaret tightly grasped the handkerchief the boy handed to her and mustered up the courage to speak to the two of them. "Hahaha, did you hear that, Jeremy... She asked us to go back, little girl. Do you know who is responsible for blessing this train? Huh? It's us brothers! Without us, none of you can fucking leave!" Margaret still bit her lip and refused to take a step back. "Go away!" The drunkard named Jeremy became impatient and kicked Margaret, but fortunately, at the critical moment, Margaret's mother pulled her daughter away from behind. Even so, a black footprint was still left on Margaret's skirt. "Gentlemen, I'm sorry...my daughter didn't mean it." Margaret's mother supported her daughter's sense of justice, but she couldn't bear to see her daughter being beaten, so she could only swallow her anger and apologize continuously against her conscience.
While apologizing, he pulled the girl into his arms, not wanting her to see this dirty scene in the world. "I won't admit defeat! Even if I lose 10 pounds, I will touch him first, and then it will be your turn!" As Jeremy spoke, he extended his dark and thin hand towards the boy. Margaret, in her mother's arms, was already in tears. She prayed silently in her heart, "Mother Saint, be merciful and kind, please save him." But just as she was praying, she heard two muffled bangs, and Margaret tilted her head and looked down. The two perverts just now fell to the ground. They were breathing evenly and their eyeballs were trembling slightly inside their eyelids, as if they were asleep. Please read on, everyone. It’s Tuesday. Please save the children. New viewers can click to the last chapter and the last page first and then read slowly. This is very important to me. Hahahaha, I have three chapters today, you guys are pushing me into a dead end... ahhhhh... Thank you all for your support over the past two days. I remember all the comments, monthly tickets, rewards and recommendation tickets. As for the group matter... do you really want it? If you do, I will create one. Finally, I wish you all a happy day. (End of this chapter)