"Who's there?" Lin Songyao raised his voice, and Zhao Zimai saw his hand on the table clenched, and his joints were tense and white.

A boy who looked to be eleven or twelve years old walked in from outside, his thin body trembling like a fallen leaf ready to be blown away by the wind.

"Childe," the boy knelt on the ground when he saw Lin Songyao, his shoulders trembled, and said suddenly, "Childe, the little one is new, I accidentally knocked over the plate, please forgive the little one."

Zhao Zimai saw a few oil stains hanging on the boy's clothes, but these stains were too inconspicuous compared to the few large patches on his shirt, so he didn't notice it.

"Get up," Lin Songyao's originally tense voice slowed down suddenly, he beckoned to the boy, motioned for him to come forward, and then put two ingots of silver into the boy's still trembling palm, "Go ahead, let your mother make you a new dress, and buy some food, it's late now, you don't need to be on duty here, rest early." ”

The boy was flattered, holding the silver ingot, and didn't know whether to leave for a while, so Lin Songyao waved his hand to him and said again, "Go," and the boy withdrew gratefully with tears in his eyes.

"Brother Xian is really kind-hearted," Zhao Zimai waited until the little boy withdrew from the door before saying, "This kid is blessed to do things here for you." ”

"Blessed?" Lin Songyao raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were empty, his gaze crossed Zhao Zimai's shoulder, and fell into the miserable world outside the door. In a trance, he seemed to go back to that year, that rainy autumn night, when he was about the same age as the child.

The same goes for Tang Song.

The flame of the oil lamp flickered, and the light from the window lattice was cut into irregular petals by the two black figures in the room.

"Click"

Although the heavy rain was pouring and smashing the eaves "thump", Lin Songyao still heard the sound coming from inside. He raised his head in panic and stared in with a pair of big eyes, but before his neck could be straightened, he was pressed down by a hand.

"Keep your head down, don't look." Grandmother suppressed the panic in her tone and whispered to him.

"But"

Lin Songyao wanted to refute, but the door was suddenly pushed open, and the rain rushed into the room, extinguishing the oil lamp on the table at once.

A dark figure came out of it, it was the mother, who carried a large wooden bucket in her hand, and the contents of the barrel were covered with a white cloth, making it impossible to tell what it was. A bolt of thunder struck from her head and illuminated her mother's face, her eyes were bright, but her skin was frighteningly white.

Seeing this, Lin Songyao unconsciously got up from the ground, he stood up straight, staring at the barrel intently, but there was a blank in his eyes.

The white cloth was soaked with rain, faintly outlining the shape of the thing underneath the cloth: small, with sharp edges and corners.

"There is Blood"

Lin Songyao saw a touch of bright red coming out from under the cloth and spreading on the cloth, as if it was about to penetrate into his heart. As if he had suddenly woken up, he got up and chased after his mother who had flashed out of the hospital, shouting intermittently, "You kill him, kill him"

His mouth was suddenly grasped by his grandmother's rough hand, and he struggled, and finally collapsed into his grandmother's arms because of his poor breathing.

"Brother Xian, what's wrong with you?"

Zhao Zimai's voice saved Lin Songyao from his memories, he woke up like a dream, and smiled at Zhao Zimai reluctantly, "It's okay, I just remembered some things from my childhood." He drained the wine from his glass, "I was a child who was worse than that child. My father died early, and my grandmother was not in good health, so the whole family depended on my mother selling noodles to survive. ”

Zhao Zimai looked at Lin Songyao, didn't say anything, and waited for him to finish speaking.

"When I was a child, my mother set up a stall in the Guandi Temple to sell soba noodles, and her skills were very good, so the business of the noodle stall was still good. But after all, it is a small and low-profit business, so even if you get up early and work greedily at night, the money you earn can only barely support the life of the family. I remember that at that time, I had to get up before dawn every day to help my mother carry water and wash vegetables, and the two of us were busy until dawn before we could welcome the first guests to have breakfast at Guandi Temple. ”

"At that time, I often had stomach pains, and so did my mother, because the two of us were often too busy to eat, and often when we had our first bite of noodles, it was already mid-afternoon. This problem has not been cured until now," Lin Songyao smiled, "So you have gathered all the world's delicacies, but my mother and I can eat very little, isn't it ironic?" ”

"We had to be busy until we got home in the evening, and under the starlight, the cart creaked, and my mother pushed the cart and I helped pull it in front, and sometimes it was too late for me to fall asleep, and the sound of the wheels became my lullaby. We were always the last to leave the Guandi Temple, when all the stalls were removed, and there were empty alleys on both sides of the road, very dark, as if filled with ink, and nothing could be seen"

"Later, when the flood in my hometown made the noodle stall no longer viable, my mother decided to take my grandmother and me away. On the way to escape, my grandmother became more and more ill because she could not stand the long journey, and on a stormy night, she was gone," he paused, and continued, "We couldn't even buy a thin coffin to bury her, so we dug a pit by the side of the road and buried her there." Later, my mother and I came here, a place where we didn't know each other, and it wasn't a good place for a mother and son who had fled here. Fortunately, my mother is capable, and with a pair of skillful hands, she actually settled down in this rich land of fish and rice, and also pulled me to adulthood. ”

Lin Songyao ate another glass of wine, and said a little embarrassed, "Brother Ren, I don't know what happened today, I actually told you so many irrelevant things, are you already bored, why don't I call a few maids into the house and dance for us?" ”

Zhao Zimai hurriedly waved his hand, "No, when the time comes, they will fight for you, and I don't know how to deal with it." What's more, the story of Aunt Rong and you is very inspirational and not boring at all. ”

The two were talking and laughing, and suddenly a little girl reported from outside the door, saying that Master Lin had arrived, Lin Songyao clapped his hands and said with a smile, "It's not boring, brother, you have to learn from him, this cherry meat seems to be easy, but it is actually a delicate job." ”