"Then I must mind, no, it's like it's true." Lin Songyao suddenly didn't dare to look at Chen Yuan's eyes, the light in his eyes made him afraid.

Silence was like a poisonous snake, winding between the two, cold and nervous occupied every inch of space between them, but in just a moment, Lin Songyao felt so difficult.

"I mind, of course." Finally, Chen Yuan spoke, but Lin Songyao knew very well that every word he said was not sincere.

Lin Songyao was very strange, why didn't he find out that Chen Yuan had such thoughts about himself before, they got along day and night, and even often slept together, but he didn't notice that he had any thoughts about himself, except for one point, he was so good to himself that even his mother often joked, saying that if Chen Yuan was a daughter, it would be better to marry our family as a daughter-in-law.

Lin Songyao would rather be dull forever, because from then on, the intimacy between the two people who did not distinguish each other was gone.

Chen Yuan didn't come to him for a long time, and Lin Songyao heard that he had an illness, burned so dark that he couldn't get out of bed for a few days. He wanted to visit him several times, but every time he walked to the door of Chen's house, he hesitated and then retreated, he didn't know how to face him, after the window paper was pierced. He was afraid that Chen Yuan would regard his visit as a kind of acceptance, and he would accept the affection he had generated.

But later, Chen Yuan's illness was cured, but he took the initiative to come to Lin's house again, he was thin and dark, and his attitude was a little twisted, but when he saw Lin Songyao's flustered eyes, he couldn't help but laugh out of his dimples.

That smile, the same as before, hasn't changed.

Since that incident, Lin Songyao felt that Chen Yuan's attitude towards him seemed to have changed a little, and he sometimes deliberately talked about which girl favored him and which girl gave him a sachet. Lin Songyao knew that he wanted to dispel his worries, afraid that he would alienate him because of that incident.

He felt that Chen Yuan was very stupid, because he felt that he didn't dislike Chen Yuan at all, even after understanding his thoughts, he was just afraid of others gossiping.

Gossip doesn't kill, but it can make people's lives very uncomfortable.

However, does he like Chen Yuan? Lin Songyao didn't know, he only knew that he was very comfortable staying with him, even if he didn't say a word. This feeling he had never experienced in anyone else. Many years later, he read a very famous book, and when he saw the way the heroes and heroines got along, he suddenly became enlightened. It turns out that Chen Yuan is far away from him, he is a soul mate, they are confidants, and it is difficult to find a confidant.

But at that time, he was far from realizing this.

"People are always different, for example, some people like salty food, some people like light food, some people like strong noodles, and some people like soft and rotten food, right?" For a while, he was so troubled by this that he told his mother about it late one night. In his heart, his mother was very open-minded and full of wisdom, and she was always able to show him a clear path when he was confused.

But that day, his mother ignored him, she didn't even hear him ask, just parked the dilapidated cart next to an abandoned alley, and left the bowl of leftovers on the side of the road.

This is what my mother would do every night, and she said that there are always poor people in this world who don't have enough to eat, and these foods can at least keep them alive.

Lin Songyao was very proud of his mother's kindness, and he also told Chen Yuan about it, saying that his mother was not only hardworking and intelligent, supporting a family, but also a kind-hearted person, always doing her best to alleviate poverty and relief.

"Good people have good rewards, God must have seen it, you see, your noodle stall is the best business in the entire Guandi Temple, this must be God's favor. Song Yao, in fact, I also want to do something, my father always said that in life, you can't just think about yourself, and you can't live too selfishly. ”

Chen Yuan replied like this, and later, this sentence always appeared in Lin Songyao's mind in the dead of night, gnawing him to the ground. As soon as he said it, he didn't expect that Chen Yuan's ending would be said by himself.

That night, his mother told him the truth, and it turned out that for so many years she had been feeding ghosts—wild ghosts with no sacrifice to eat.

"I also discovered it by accident, when I was a child, I followed my uncle to sell vegetables, and when I came home late, I could always see them crouching in groups in the river on the edge of the village, rummaging in the garbage heap to eat. Strangely, it seems that only I can see them and know that they exist. Because I noticed that my uncle could not see them, and occasionally heard some strange noises, he also thought they were stray wild dogs. Later, when I threw a meat bone to them, they ate it so deliciously that they even fought over it, and it was ridiculous to fight over it. But the next day, I found that the business of the vegetable stall was much better, and even the last few rotten leaves were bought. ”

"I was a little suspicious at the time, so the next day, I threw the leftover duck rack to them. You must have guessed what happened the next day, and yes, just like the day before, there was a constant stream of people who came to buy vegetables and meat, and everything in my uncle's stall was looted. ”

"I figured it out, it's their work, I feed them, they help me attract guests, I don't know how they do it, but the cause and effect are all too clear."

"You must think they're returning the favor, right? At first, I thought the same thing, I thought they would repay the favor for my kindness. But then I realized that I was wrong, because they were not returning the favor at all, but making a deal with me, I provided them with food, and they helped me gather popularity, because only when the business gets better, the more they can get. It's just that I didn't fully understand this truth until later. And the uncle, too, paid with his life for this. ”

"My uncle died on a rainy day, and at that time, the rain that had been going on for several days did not seem to stop at all, and I was seriously ill because of this bad weather, so I did not go with my uncle to sell vegetables. I was asleep at home, and by the time I finally remembered to "feed" them, it was already the afternoon of the next day. I was in a hurry to get up, took some leftovers and ran towards the entrance of the village, but before I ran far, I saw an uncle in the same village who was also selling vegetables at the market hurriedly ran over, he saw me, his lips trembled, and he reluctantly said a few words: "Xiaorong, your uncle was beaten and the person is gone." ”