[BL, MTL] I'm Not Shouldering This Blame

Chapter 60: Picked Up

The locomotive was moving fast, the roar was deafening, Johnson pressed against the other man's broad chest, and the bitter orange smell of tobacco and men's perfume on his clothes made his head dizzy. 

His cheeks, which were numb from the cold, regained consciousness, and then he felt a faint pain.

He subconsciously wanted to rub his face, but a blocking voice came from above his head: "Don't move!" "

Johnson froze until the locomotive stopped and he was carried into the house by the man with a dull expression.

The warm breath enveloped his whole body, and the red color on his skin soon appeared, which was a sign of frostbite, and the tingling sensation soon came out. Johnson kept himself from scratching, and he knew very well what it felt like to have chilblains festering.

The man was at the entrance of the house, patting the snow off his body and taking off his windproof goggles and hat.

He was tall, close to two meters, and Johnson was a pitiful little in front of him, less than the height of the other party's chest. The man has blonde hair, blue eyes as clear as the sky, a rough and wild appearance, because he is not shaved, and there is a pale green stubble shadow on the chin.

The man stretched out his hand, without bending over, and the palm of his hand could be placed just above Johnson's head: "Little ghost, go in and sit down." "

Johnson cowered in the corner of the shoe rack, he was not very bold, and when he saw the living room that could be used as a small basketball court, he was so nervous that he didn't even know where to put his hands.

He had seen it on TV at Katie Charlie's house, and such a house was a mansion.

The black leather sofa is stacked with soft throw pillows, an entire wall is a rainforest ecological tank, the sprinklers are working on time, the leaves of plants are full of water droplets, and lizards are lazily sheltering from the rain under the leaves.

The reptilian cold vertical pupils are terrifying to watch.

Johnson was pushed on the shoulder by the man, almost stepping on the beautifully patterned handmade carpet, and he hurriedly pressed the wall to balance, only to find that his dirty hands had left two marks on the snow-white wall.

"......"

The man threw his coat on the coat rack, rolled up his sleeves, and led Johnson to a guest bathroom next to the living room.

Turn on the water heater, skillfully adjust the temperature, and an endless stream of hot water gushes out of the pipe and rises slowly.

Johnson hurriedly stepped back, his whole body pressed against the wall.

"How long have you been walking in the snow?" The man frowned, the little imp was dressed intact, with no open threads and no patches, not like he picked it up from a garbage heap, but Johnson behaved no different from a street child.

The city of Bangolo is very bustling, and there is food relief for the homeless, not to mention a child.

"I, I ......"

"Is it domestic violence? Running away from home? "

Johnson shook his head and then slumped to the door.

"Your face is frozen red, tsk, aren't you afraid of chilblains these little ghosts?" The man took off the boy's coat in a few clicks without giving Johnson a chance to defend himself in a strong and domineering tone.

Then Johnson was really frightened.

Although he was only fourteen years old, Johnson had seen too much darkness due to poverty, and when he didn't even have a house, there were prostitutes who sold their bodies for food in the tent area. Near the female, there are also young teenagers. Later, the boy who bullied him at school also liked to talk about insulting words, and Johnson wanted to understand it even if he didn't want to.