I don't know how long I cried, but the tears were dry, and there was no sound around, even silence, and the beggar stumbled out of the shadows.

Perhaps it was the lady's sacrifice that brought him luck, and as he walked through the dark mountain forest, the beggar never encountered any monsters or beasts again.

But because of the darkness, he was lost in the mountains and forests, and he didn't find his way until he went out two days ago.

Standing on the hill, bathed in the morning sun, the sluggish beggar looked to the east, his mind was full of the voice and smile of his wife, and his weak body suddenly had energy.

However, when he staggered back to the demon city, he was greeted with devastation, a choking crematorium, and tears of remorse flowed down his face.

He made a mound out of shabby clothes he found from his ruined house, and guarded it day and night, and he didn't know how long he stayed there.

He had the heart to go with his wife, but when he picked up the knife, he couldn't get rid of this ruthlessness.

In this way, guilt and ridicule of his cowardice have been tormenting him back and forth in his heart, hoping for a way to free him.

Finally, when they were full of life, looking at the rice grains mixed with sand and stones, the beggars remembered the Yangzhou fried rice they had always dreamed of.

Bring a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice to the tomb! This became the way for the beggar to seek relief for himself.

So he set out from the demon city, which was full of ruins and was being rebuilt, and followed the avenue all the way south to the town.

Fortunately, when the monster beast was rampant, the monster beasts in the mountains along the way were empty, otherwise the beggar would have become someone else's meal.

After listening to the beggar's story, the little fat man couldn't help but slow down the speed of chewing and carefully smack the bowl of Yangzhou fried rice in his mouth, which is very important to others.

Mrs. Mo also taught him beside him: "Aren't you moved by the Yangzhou fried rice that others can't taste until they die, and shouldn't you cherish it extraordinarily?"

The little fat man nodded, but after seeing his mother gulping down, he realized that what Fang Cai said was all his mother's routine.

He was just about to catch up, but Mrs. Mo pointed at him and threatened: "Moved!"

The little fat man looked at the newly appeared flame of her son's addiction in her eyes, and hurriedly shook his head, not daring to move.

Listening to the beggar's story for the rest of his life, he had a different feeling, because the cold voice of the system sounded in his ears:

Congratulations to the host for successfully using food to inspire the regret and hatred of diners, and to initially understand the way of cooking, the road of the god of cooking has begun, and the current progress is one-tenth.

The system also gave Yu Sheng a reward later, which was about to improve the cooking skills of Yangzhou fried rice, but it was not the deliciousness that was improved, but the expression of emotions.

For the rest of his life, it was just an unexpected surprise, and he now set his sights on the female ghost sitting across from the beggar.

As the beggar told their story, the female ghost kept staring at him, her expression changing from initial indifference to being a little moved when the beggar banged his head on the table.

Later, the expression on her face was so complicated that she couldn't guess it for the rest of her life.

At this time, the rain outside was heavier, and it poured down with a "bang", and the river became in front of the door, which had already flooded a step of the inn, and did not pass the ankles of passers-by.

The inn was quiet.

Some people can't afford beggars, and some people feel that beggars are forgivable, in the face of life and death, many sea vows and mountains will be empty, and beggars are just a mortal after all.

The beggar ate half of his meal, his liver and intestines were broken, and he couldn't stop crying and lamenting in a low voice, and the female ghost looked at him without taking her eyes off him.

I don't know how long it took, but when it was dark, Yu Sheng listened to the female ghost sigh leisurely.

He looked up and saw that the female ghost reached out to grab the teacup in front of him, and Yu Sheng hurriedly helped her move it over and poured a cup of tea.

Others felt that this action for the rest of their lives was a little inexplicable, until they saw a line of words slowly appearing on the clean desktop.

Everyone surrounded their heads, and the beggar was even more stunned when he saw the words, "This, this is ......"

It was a line written by a female ghost dipped in tea: Live well.

The beggar burst into tears, and the whole person wailed and cried, and lay on the table to grab the opposite seat, but he grabbed a blank one.

In the eyes of the rest of his life, the beggar's hand passed directly through the female ghost.

"Mei'er, it's you?!I'm sorry for you, I'm cowardly, I'm cowardly, I'm damned, I'm really sorry for you. The beggar cried out like madness.

"I failed you, you beat me, you kill me, I beg you, let me be free. "The beggar, mired in remorse, longs for relief.

But isn't that a form of cowardice?

"Dangchang", the beggar suddenly sat down and pushed the plate as if he remembered something, "This, this is the Yangzhou fried rice you dreamed of, I found it, shall I give it to you?"

He bowed his voice, his tone full of longing.

Yu Sheng saw the female ghost stand up and write a line on the table: "I never blame you, live well." ”

The beggar cried bitterly, a little relieved, and for him, the phrase "I never blame you" was the best comfort.

But looking at the look of the female ghost for the rest of his life, it doesn't look like he has never been blamed.

The female ghost had already walked outside the door by this time, lifted the steps under her feet, and burrowed into the rain.

"Wait a minute. Feng'er suddenly shouted and chased after her.

She stopped in front of the female ghost and asked carefully, "You, really, forgive?"

is worthy of the same kind, the female ghost actually knows what Feng'er wants to ask her.

She lightly lifted her red lips: "How about true forgiveness, what if you don't really forgive, the matter has come to this, I just hope that he will live happily in the future." “

"You, do you still love him?" Feng'er opened her eyes wide and looked at the female ghost incredulously.

In her opinion, the beggar has done such a sorry thing for the female ghost, and the female ghost should have let go a long time ago.

"Since you died for him, of course you love him. The female ghost looked at the rain and said slowly.

For the beggar's greed for life and fear of death, maybe disappointed, maybe sad, maybe feel that the love in this life is not worth it, but love is love, and it is not swayed by any factors.

"Don't you love the person you love if you don't love you enough?" the female ghost asked rhetorically.

Feng'er shook her head, there are many idiots in the world, knowing that the other party doesn't love him, but he still loves to die and live, and he is willing to smear his liver and brain.

This also comes to mind, and it's acceptable that the female ghost still loves her.

It's just that Feng'er doesn't know that it is precisely because of love that the female ghost is the most hurt.

So at the end, the female ghost sighed and said, "If there is an afterlife, I hope I don't meet him again." ”

Once encountered, I don't know that I might fall in love with him in my previous life, but now as a former life, she feels distressed when she thinks about it.

The female ghost disappeared into the rain curtain and didn't know where to go, leaving Feng'er to stay where she was looking at the direction in which she disappeared, smacking her words.

"You've spent so many days saving up words just to ask about this?" asked Yu Sheng, standing in the rain, puzzled.

Feng'er turned around and saw that the rest of her life standing in the rain was avoided by raindrops, "I only ......"

"What did you say?" Yu Sheng saw Feng'er speak, but only heard two words.

Feng'er said it again, her mouth couldn't come out anymore, she was stunned for a moment, Feng'er stomped her foot in annoyance, and the words she had saved were used up!

"You squandered it, and now you regret it, right?" gloated for the rest of his life, and suddenly heard a "quack" sound behind him.

He turned his head to see that the ducks and geese in the inn were actually outside, swimming happily to the front of the inn along the river that had converged on the street in the heavy rain.

"Why didn't you put the ducks and geese in the shed? Yu Sheng entered the inn and asked everyone.

"This matter is in the hands of Hu Muyuan. The crowd stretched out their hands and pointed at it, and the strange man was among them.

"I thought Xiaobai would take care of them when he came back. Seeing that Hu Mu was pointed at by everyone, she hurriedly made an excuse, "Xiaobai doesn't care how trouble-free they are, and they all go back obediently when they scream." I don't care how tired they are, I have to fight wits and courage, and I have to prevent them from disfiguring me, it's the most tiring job in the world. ”

"It's still tiring to take care of chickens, ducks and geese?" Mrs. Mo looked up at him and said disdainfully: "That's because you haven't been married." ”

That's the tiring work.

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