Q is very cute, actually he doesn't smoke or drink, he just started to drink when he got with me, and sometimes he smokes a cigarette once in a while when he's drunk.Q is 19 years old, but looks like a lot younger than me.

Every time we both leaned against the floor-to-ceiling windows and drank our beauty I said, "Q, give me a smile."

Then Q started giggling.

I said, "Who's my oldest apprentice?"

Q just said, "I am!"

I continued, "So what have I taught you?"

Q says, "Drink, smoke, and play Tiger!"

I would happily say, "Very well! Reward me with a glass of wine!"

Q just clinks glasses with me, whether it's white beer or shochu sake red wine or foreign wine, absolutely one sip at a time.

One time Q drank a little too much and was grunting to himself for half a day.

I said, "What are you trying to say?"

Q says, "Brother, can I see that Beretta of yours? I...I haven't seen a gun yet."

I was a bit surprised, but I thought it was normal, boys are interested in these things.

I took it out and put the safety on, retired the clip and handed it to him, I noticed Q's eyes were glowing as he fiddled with the gun, and this look on his face made me uncomfortable. As soon as I did, I took the gun back from him and put it to his head.

Q was still giggling, "Hey, brother, no bullets."

I said, "Q, just remember, stay away from these things, and don't let me know that you're touching them too, or I'll put a bullet through your head!"

I finished pulling the trigger and the bullet in the chamber popped out of the decocking port and fell to the ground.

Q was dumbfounded when he saw the bullet, and realized that the gun had a loaded bullet in it. He stared at the bullet for half a day. I said, "Pick it up." Little Q woodenly picked up the bullet and handed it to me.

I asked, "Remember what I told you, do you hear me?"

He nodded. He was obviously a little scared of me for two days afterward, but on the third day he was fine, and I told him that the kid wasn't stupid and could always figure things out on his own.

On the third day Q came with the information, and it wasn't the same three copies I'd seen last time.

Q in the day, my life more or less have some life, black and white small Q more or less can bring me silk color. I can see that he is a child out of the countryside, most of my childhood was also spent in the countryside, so he and I have a very common language, sometimes talk about going to people's vegetable fields to steal vegetables, orchards to steal apples, chicken nests to steal chickens were found to be chased all over the village to run is still refusing to throw away their own hold to steal the things that the two people are laughing back and forth.

Q will make a dish, actually it's a chowder, cabbage, tomato, eggplant and bell pepper stir-fried together, but it's very delicious, I like to eat this dish he made because it reminds me of my childhood memories of my grandma.

Most of the time he and I don't go out, at night he sleeps on the sofa bed in the living room, sometimes Tiger sleeps with him, sometimes with me. He sleeps very well, which makes me envious, sometimes he can sleep the whole time or even more, I'm really afraid that he'll sleep through the night, so I just go over and pat him to let myself know that he's just sleeping.

I don't know how he came to the company, of course it's not my place to know, and I don't have the power to make him leave, all I can do is to be nice to him, if I'm a wandering soul with no place to call home but at least make him feel like I'm a home, that I'm his own brother.

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He's very smart, he learned to draw in one afternoon when I taught him how to do it, and he was able to give me an example of how to do it.

I asked him if he had studied before, and he said he hadn't gone back to school after high school, and that he had been trained in computers and such since he arrived at the company. I kind of thought this was a genius, much smarter than me anyway.

Q is not much of a talker except with me, and when he goes out with him to buy something or do something, he always has a little timid look in his eyes, like the kind of look a lot of migrant workers have in the big city, which makes you look at him with some pity.

I seldom take the bus, sometimes I do, but when I see the dislike, contempt and avoidance of those who think they are noble when a migrant worker comes up, I rather feel that these noble people are so lowly at this second.

I bought a lot of clothes for Q, he also loves to wear, but every time he looks in the mirror and said, "Brother, I know what it means to wear a dragon robe is not like a prince, I wear and you wear different, or a countryside." I laughed every time, I said, "I am also from the countryside, my ancestors are in the ground facing the yellow soil back to the sky farmers, who do not pretend to be a city dweller." Once I let Q go to buy some daily necessities, half a day did not come back, I gave him a phone call, I listened to the noise there, Q also stammered, I asked how it was, he said he scraped a mouth of people's bags.

I said pay him back and come back.

Q said he didn't have that much money on him and couldn't afford to pay.

I could still vaguely hear a man and a woman yelling and cursing. I asked Q where he was, and Q said he was across the street from the supermarket. After leaving the door, I turned back and took my gun with me, just to get Q out even if anything happened.

A long way to see around a few people watching the fun, I walked to the small Q behind, he did not see me, I looked at the onlookers and the main event, are some people watching without fear of trouble, there is no danger, I pulled from the back of the small Q a small Q, small Q saw me come to the anxious and panicked want to talk to me about some things.

I said okay don't say it I know all about it.

Simply, Q bought a bunch of things to hold back to walk out the door when squeezing do not know what the woman's bag scraped a small mouth, the two people began to unforgiving, the mouth also cursed.

If it was me who came across something like this I wouldn't say anything, lose the money and walk away, no matter what people call me.

But Q made my heart ache a little bit, looking at his timid eyes, my heart "thumped" a little bit.

I asked the woman how much this crappy bag cost.

The woman said, "Broken bag? More than 30,000 yuan to buy, only carried a year, how now also worth a 20,000, maybe even appreciated it."

I looked at her bag and said to her, "This one isn't in the appreciated one, and this bag isn't 30,000+, it's 10,000 out. I'll give you a 10% discount after you've been carrying it for a year."

I pulled ten thousand dollars out of my pocket and threw it on the ground, pulling Q away, when the man tugged on my shirt and asked me if I'd lived long enough.

I looked back at him and he let go.

I asked for the bag, dumped its contents on the floor, and shoved it into a nearby trash can and left with Q.

I took Q around the food market and alley a few times and returned to the residence, Q dare not speak, I said it's fine, ding dong.

Q said, "Brother, I'll pay you back that money tomorrow."

I said no, remember in the future, you have to admit your mistakes, and if you can't admit your mistakes, you can just leave!

Q nodded.

When I was reading the information and choosing the task, Q and Tiger were very quiet, he held Tiger and stroked his head, and Tiger lay in his arms with his eyes squinting.Tiger sometimes wanted to make trouble with him, and he just "shh ......", Tiger stopped making trouble and climbed down, and the two of them just watched me from behind. Tiger will no longer make trouble, climb down, the two are looking at me from behind.

I gave him the other two and told him I'd take this one and report back to the company later to get the money back.

Little Q looked at the two profiles in his hand and said, "Brother, that one is too dangerous, why don't you change it."

I said, "What, don't believe me? It's okay."

Q didn't say anything else and left.

I sat down at my writing desk and continued to mull over the target's profile; any of these people I could see had more or less done something or other that someone or someones couldn't understand or forgive, and it had to have been something that had caused the other person great harm and shadows to some degree.

Some people do seem to others to be guilty of crimes that do not warrant death, but if they were the ones involved they would be afraid to kill.

Like when I was in middle school I had a classmate who was very honest and never got into trouble, but there were a few people in the school who would call him out and beat him up if he was not doing anything and drag him out and beat him up if he was not doing anything.

Later that student every day in their pockets put a fruit knife, a school will be squatting in front of the school to wait for those who come out, those who come out he took out the knife and walked over, the result is still being beaten up.

Again and again until one time the guys didn't hit him and asked him dare you stab me, I'll let you. That classmate then literally stabbed him in the heart and died.

It may seem to others how a couple of kids joking around naughtily could have killed someone, because that's the kind of mistake that seems unforgivable to the people involved.