I frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Ji Canghai raised his head slightly, and slowly exhaled: "In the octagonal cage, life and death are determined, and the law has let me go, but I know that I deserve to die."

"I'll trouble you, and burn me too."

As he spoke, he smiled at the picture on the tombstone, "I'll go down and be with him."

I smiled and shook my head, took the money in my hand, and asked, "Have you ever seen someone who committed suicide?"

Ji Canghai was stunned for a moment, then shook his head, took out a box of cigarettes from his pocket, and handed me one.

The cigarette swirled towards the green water and green mountains in the distance, and a thick smoke ring came out of my mouth.

"I've seen more than one."

I stretched out my two arms: "The people who jumped off the building all had comminuted fractures in their arms, without exception."

Seeing his puzzled face, I smiled and raised my hand above my head: "Because before they die, the desire to survive will explode, and they will try to land on the ground with their hands first, but it will be too late."

"It's easier to die than to live, but the desire to survive that bursts out a second ago will make you feel that it's not that hard to live."

Ji Canghai Mune's eyes seemed to have a little more light, but it was fleeting.

I pouted at him, "The cigarette butt is hot."

Only then did he react, let out a low cry of pain, and quickly stepped on the cigarette.

I smiled deliberately, "Look, it hurts so much to even burn the butt of a cigarette, how painful is it to commit suicide?"

"When it comes to suicide, I have more reasons than you, I have ten thousand reasons. My father of the eight calves borrowed 500,000 usury in my name, and am I not alive?"

Ji Canghai's eyes suddenly had a hint of sharpness, which was the look I saw him for the first time.

"Well, I owe you a favor."

He coughed lightly and asked with a smile, "Where are the others?"

Ji Canghai was laughing, but a sense of danger had spread from the crow's feet in the corners of his eyes.

Laughed, "I want to know, too. If I knew, wouldn't I have gone to him sooner?"

"Oh."

He nodded again, and the sharpness in his eyes vanished in an instant.

I looked at the dense tombstones in the distance and sighed softly.

"Ask these people lying in there, which one wants to die?"

After that, I looked at my watch: "It's not too early, I have to go back to work, or I should have my salary deducted again."

"Anyway, it's time for dinner, so let's have some food together?"

He took one last look at the person on the tombstone and nodded.

On the way, Ji Canghai suddenly muttered.

"I still owe you a favor."

For me, this kind of thing is a good help, and it can't talk about human feelings.

I really don't understand why he is so persistent.

forced me to squeeze out a wry smile: "Brother, this is not a big deal, it's just a gesture."

When I arrived at the cafeteria, I hesitated for a while and asked for two bowls of vegetarian noodle soup.

This is already the best meal I've had in this time.

It's not that I'm stingy, it's that every penny is precious to me now.

Two bowls of steaming noodles made me suddenly feel a little more confident.

Today, I finally don't have to gnaw on tasteless white steamed buns in the eyes of others!

Ji Canghai was a little bored, and he didn't say a word when he ate.

I was muffling my head on noodles, and suddenly I found that Ji Canghai, who was sitting opposite, buried his head in his head, holding the edge of the bowl with both hands, and his body was trembling slightly.

I looked around, patted his scarred hand, and whispered, "Are you alright?"

When he looked up, his face was full of tears.

"This noodle is delicious."

I smacked my teeth and stopped my chopsticks.

Looking at him like this, he won't be able to afford to eat a bowl of somen noodles.

Ji Canghai rubbed his tears on his shoulder, his mood calmed down a little, and his eyes stayed on the vegetables in the bowl.

"My family grows oily wheat vegetables, and I miss my mother."

He sat across from me and cried, and I suddenly laughed, very happy.

From the moment he said this, I knew he wasn't going to kill himself.

People who have worries in their hearts can't die.

I picked up my chopsticks again and muttered the noodles.

"Eat, only those who cry and eat will survive."

After a few moments, the sound of the noodles sounded again, and then the soup was drunk again with a bowl.

"Bang!"

Ji Canghai put the bowl heavily and wiped his mouth: "Do you accept apprentices?"