To be honest, in my cognition, she has always been a domineering appearance, and I have never seen her look like this now, and I can't help but soften my heart.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked her.

"If you want, there are ingredients in the kitchen, you can just make a little bit of it." There was a hint of embarrassment in her tone.

"Then you can wait a minute!" With that, I walked out of her bedroom and into the kitchen.

I opened the freezer and checked it, and there were vegetables, eggs, and meat, but the vegetables didn't look fresh. I saw another handful of noodles, remembered that the doctor had told me to eat something that was easy to digest, and I said, "That's it."

Cooking was no longer difficult for me, and I was able to cook for myself by the time I was seven or eight years old.

When I was a teenager, I was able to make almost all of my mother's dishes that tasted the same way, and although I wasn't as good as a professional chef, I could handle home-cooked food, not to mention that now it's just a bowl of noodles.

I cooked her a bowl of somen noodles and fried two poached eggs, and it only took ten minutes to cook.

I brought the noodles to her bedroom to find that she had changed into her pajamas, her hair had been put down, and she had tied a loose knot at random, presumably taking advantage of my efforts to change it. She sat up when she saw me come in with a bowl.

I put the noodles on the bedside table and said, "Eat it while it's hot, but I can't guarantee whether it's good or not, after all, you're used to eating delicacies from the mountains and the sea." "I didn't forget to slam her in passing.

She looked at each other, then at me and said, "Thank you!" After speaking, he picked up a few noodles with chopsticks and put them in his mouth and tasted them, as if he felt that the taste was okay, so he ate them slowly.

I saw her eating noodles with her head down like a kitten, and suddenly I felt very pitiful for her.

Although she usually looks domineering and cold, which makes people feel afraid to get close, I know that it is a posture that a person in a high position must have.

As the helmsman of a company, she can't show her emotions without scruples like ordinary people, and she must give her subordinates a sense of steadfastness in the company's control.

But to put it bluntly, she is just a woman, she will also feel tired and lonely, she will also feel vulnerable, and she also needs the care and attention of others. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel most of my anger at her in my heart.

It seemed that she was really hungry, and she ate a bowl of noodles and two poached eggs after a while, and even drank a lot of soup.

When she put down the bowl after eating, she burped at an inopportune time, and she was embarrassed all of a sudden, peeked at me, and saw that I was looking at her with a smile, and her face turned red.

"Is the girl still having fun?" I deliberately teased her.

She bowed her head and replied, looking like a shy little girl.

"Then I'm leaving!" I wanted to leave because it was so late and my head still hurt a little and I just wanted to go home early and get some sleep.

"Wait......" she called to me again.

"Can you finish it all at once, I'll hurry up and finish it all at once!" There was a deliberate hint of impatience in my tone.

"You're ...... in the office this afternoon"

"I know, I'll compensate for the damage according to the price, anyway, I owe you so much money and don't care about adding a little more!" I interrupted her.

"No, I was trying to ask why you are losing your temper so much?" She looked at me and said that her expression was no longer as high-flying as before, and it seemed that only at this time could she let go of her identity and talk to me as a normal person.

I sighed and sat down in a chair beside me, feeling a little sad about today's experience. I didn't want to tell her, but since she's interested in knowing, it's okay for me to tell her.

"Do you remember the little boy who sold flowers in the park?" I asked her.

"Remember, he seems to be called a stone."

"The nail in your mouth is his house, and the wicked person you are talking about is her mother...... In fact, many things are not what you think. The reason why I'm angry at you is because I can't get used to seeing you make a decision about a person before you even figure out the situation. ”

"Actually, I don't mean to be disrespectful to them, I'm mainly ......," she said at this point, and she stopped abruptly.

"It's mainly against me, I know!" I took what she hadn't finished. She was a little embarrassed, as if she had guessed what was on her mind, but she didn't deny it.

"Actually, they are all poor people...... "I told her the sad story again, and she listened quietly until I finished.

"With your status, it is difficult for you to understand and appreciate their lives, you may not want to look at the old house, but it is all they have, and if they lose the house, they will really have nothing." I say.

"I can understand their feelings, they are really pitiful. But we should treat this matter rationally, the times always have to progress, and no one can stop it. Even if it's not our company, the result is the same if you change to another company, you should understand this! ”

This is the sorrow of the poor, in today's society, their living space has been compressed infinitely narrow, they can only survive, they will never be valued, their voices will never be heard. Are they left to live far from the city, in the backwoods that no one can see? Is this fate? Who will be responsible for their lives? ”

When I uttered this series of words, my heart became a little sad.

"This is a contradiction at the social level, what can we do, there is never a shortage of people living at the bottom, no one is powerless to change their fate, all we can give them is useless sympathy, even if we can help one, there are thousands of people with the same fate as them are struggling to live. We can't change anything at all. ”

Her tone was rational and there was a hint of helplessness.

I don't know if she can be so rational about everything, in a sense, rationality is equivalent to indifference, but I can't help but admit that what she said makes sense, this is a contradiction at the social level, and it is impossible for the power of individuals to change something. I couldn't help but let out another long sigh.

"The afternoon was the wrong way for me to speak, I apologize to you! I'm sorry! Mu Xichun saw that I didn't mean to speak again, so he spoke again.

I didn't expect her to apologize to me, I wouldn't have believed it before tonight, and it seems that I got a lot out of helping her tonight, and it showed me a side of her that I didn't know about, and it at least gave me a new perspective on her.

"Actually, I was also wrong for losing my temper with you in the afternoon, your words were just a trigger, just enough for me to vent the resentment in my heart. If I hadn't had that temper tantrum in the afternoon, I don't know how long it would have been in my heart to digest these emotions. I'm still too impulsive and damaged the company's supplies, so please add the expenses to my debts and deduct them from my salary. ”

I saw that she took the initiative to admit her mistake and took the opportunity to borrow the slope to get off the donkey, how can she not lose her temperament, I thought.

But I was telling the truth, she just struck a match, and my heart was full of explosives, but the result of this contest was that I owed her a little more, and I couldn't help but regret it, and sure enough, it was the punishment of impulse.

"Anyway, thank you for helping me tonight, it's late, you can go home early and rest!" She finally gave the eviction order.

I got up and just walked to the door when I heard her say, "It's too late, it's hard to get a taxi here, you can drive my car away, tomorrow is the weekend, you can drive to the office on Monday." ”

I wanted to refuse, I didn't want to owe her a favor, but after thinking about what she said, I don't know how long it would take to get to a place where there was a taxi, and besides, it was because I helped her get it so late tonight, and she didn't owe her a favor if she lent me a car home, so I picked up the car keys on the table and took the door and left.

It was almost one o'clock in the morning when I got home, and I turned on my phone to find that there were several missed calls, namely Li Liang and Annie's.

Li Liang must have been worried about my behavior in the afternoon, I didn't know what was going on when Anne called me, maybe Li Liang told her about my afternoon, so she called me, but I forgot my phone in the office, and I didn't receive any of their calls.

Looking at the current time, I guess they have already rested, so they didn't give them back, anyway, tomorrow is the weekend and there is time.

When I woke up the next day, it was already sunset, and I washed up and drove my Porsche to the stone home.

I don't know why, my desire to help the stone is getting stronger and stronger, although what Mu Xichun said last night makes me irrefutable.

There are too many people in this world, and we can't change anything, but I just don't want to see this child who has a similar fate to me, a child who could have infinite possibilities, and finally be forgotten by this world in a deserted ravine.

When I came to the old town, which was now in ruins, I was inexplicably depressed.

I hurried here because I was afraid that Stone and his mother would move away long before I arrived, and I was going to tell them that I could find a way to keep them living in the city.

Even though I haven't thought of anything about it until now, I can't do that much anymore.

I was relieved when I ran to the door of the stone house on the half-suspended staircase, because I saw that the stone was still there.

Mother Stone was probably packing up everything she could take with her, and there were already several packed cardboard boxes in the hall.

Stone also squatted on the ground and carefully packed his books into a small cardboard box, his expression was silent, he should have understood that he was about to leave this home that he knew so well, but he didn't know if he knew what kind of place he was going to and what kind of life he was going to live.

When he left the countryside, he was still young, he had not yet entered into life, he did not understand the suffering of the world, and now I am afraid that he has long forgotten the scene there.