Thinking of this, I suddenly felt like the world was spinning.

Li Jiale on the side asked me what was wrong, and I shook my head. He bought me a pack of popcorn and, after glancing at the time, said he was going back.

When he left Huaihua Street, he said to me:

"Tang Xiaofan, what I told you just now is just my own feelings, as for what your feelings are, whether what I said is correct or not, it is too early to make a conclusion."

After speaking, Li Jiale thought for a while, and he picked a few leaves from the pot of "Red Girl" he just bought and stuffed them into my hands:

"You take this, maybe you can use it later!"

Seeing off Li Jiale, I didn't go back immediately.

Another person wandered down the street for a while, observing the faces of everyone around me.

They all look very familiar.

But I can't name it alone.

In front of those various food stalls, all kinds of people are around.

The middle-aged woman who sells hot pot noodles is grabbing a large bag of soaked vermicelli from a plastic bucket, putting it in a bamboo basket, and then putting it into the tumbling red soup base, and after boiling a few times, it is ready to start.

The seasoning in the large bowl has been prepared a long time ago, grab a handful of mung bean sprouts into it, and then blanch it with boiled vermicelli.

Not only do the sprouts ripen instantly, but they also guarantee a crisp texture.

The middle-aged woman brought the noodles to a diner, who was also a young woman, pulled out a pair of chopsticks, stirred them in the bowl a few times, and then began to take a sip.

Suddenly, a little bit of red oil splashed on her face.

Quickly picking up a tissue and wiping it, she found that her skirt was also stained.

So, I quickly wiped it with a tissue again.

The skirt didn't seem to be so easy to wipe off, and the woman's brows furrowed, a little anxious.

I walked up to the woman and called, "Are you ...... Lili? ”

Lili is the woman my father's attending doctor Xiaohu was looking for outside, the female nurse who had just graduated from the health school. This woman had come to me before and told me about her relationship with Hudan.

Therefore, I am still familiar with her appearance and movements.

Seeing that she ignored me, I came closer.

He shouted again: "Are you Nurse Lili?" ”

When the woman saw me, her face was inexplicable: "Are you talking to me?" I'm not Lili, Lili? Who is Lili? Who are you? ”

The woman's words didn't surprise me too much, I squatted down and asked her, "Aren't you Lili?" ”

"Hmmm......"

Seeing that the other party nodded, I quickly asked again:

"So, what's your name?"

"Name?" Hearing my question, the woman's eyes rolled.

Then she frowned, as if my question had stumped her.

The bowl of vermicelli in front of her was still steaming.

The hot pot noodles at this roadside stall are also time-honored before. I was a regular customer of this kind for a long time, and I soaked up the flavor of the soup base with the noodles that had bubbled up in the thick soup, and combined with the red oil seasoning made by the stall owner, it was a must for the roadside stall.

The stall is not big, only three or five tables.

But the guests were already full.

I looked around and watched them so carefully for the first time.

They seem to have been eating here for a long time, and when I passed by before, I just glanced at them, and I never noticed whether they had changed.

But now I've discovered an equally striking phenomenon.

These people who eat this hot pot noodles are the same people as those diners on the ice noodle stall just now.

This discovery really scared me.

If it is one or two of them, after eating ice powder, they will come here to eat another bowl of hot pot noodles, which is normal. But it's too much of a coincidence that all the people, every guest here, came from the ice powder stall.

And then the woman sitting in front of me stared at me and said:

"I'm sorry, I don't know what my name is, anyway, I just know that my name is not Lili? Can you tell me about it? What exactly is my name? ”

Her tone was a little anxious.

I saw her grab my wrist and plead with her eyes full of pleading:

"What the hell is my name, I really forgot, and besides, why do you suddenly come and talk to me, I've been eating here for a long time, and no one has ever taken the initiative to come and talk to me!"

My wrist was tugged at by her.

Don't look at this is just a weak woman, her arms are really strong.

She looked at me, and suddenly became pitiful:

"You tell me, why do I keep sitting here eating hot pot noodles, I eat bowl after bowl, I really don't want to eat it, when is this the end, can you help me?"

Just then, I heard another woman's angry voice:

"A girl, eating hot pot noodles here, what kind of nonsense questions did you come to ask, where did you come from!?"

When I turned around, I saw that it was the owner of the hot pot noodle stall who was talking.

I saw her staring at me with anger on her face.

In the cauldron next to him, the bright red and hot soup continued to tumble.

The whole stall was filled with a strong smell of spices.

The stall owner's voice was loud, and the diners at the stall turned their heads to look at her. Then they looked at me again, and they stopped eating, and there was something mysterious and complicated in their eyes.

My heart began to grow.

Seeing that I said no more, and no more big movements, it was a long time before they turned around, and the stall owner began to tinker with the ingredients in his cauldron.

I grabbed my girl and wiped the tears from my face.

He smiled apologetically at me: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this question to make them so angry, in fact, it doesn't matter what my name is, I just don't want to eat this thing anymore, I eat all day long, I don't stop eating, I want to vomit." ”

As she spoke, she sighed, grabbed her chopsticks again, and began to eat the noodles.

What the hell is she suffering, I already understand.

Isn't this the same as the young man who kept eating ice powder just now, the same thing, she keeps eating, even if it's an inanimate thing, even if it's a string of code, as long as she has consciousness, she will be annoyed.

After watching her eat for a while, I suddenly pulled out a "red girl" leaf from my pocket.

Crumpling the leaf, I sprinkled it into the girl's bowl.

I said to her, "This is a unique spice that can add some flavor to your hot pot noodles, and you won't be so boring when you eat it." ”

After saying this, I left the hot pot noodle stall.

When he returned to the store, Liang Yuan was not there.

I closed the roller shutter and slammed it back shut from the inside.

After that, I quickly went to my room on the second floor, closed the door to the bedroom, and turned on my computer......