Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am seventeen years old, and at this age, in the eyes of others, I should be a young man.

In the same way, this year I have also had a transformation, a sense of self-esteem, and at least let me know that I can no longer endure the oppression and strange eyes that myself and others have given me here.

In the summer of that year, I put on my backpack and walked out of this small village that raised me, there was no one behind me to say goodbye, only my mother stood far away at the entrance of the village, and suddenly felt inexplicably more sentimental in my heart, the moment I got into the car, through the window glass, my mother stood there waving, and there was a man standing beside me.

City station.

As soon as I woke up, I heard the driver driving people out of the car.

"It's here, it's here! Let's get out of the car. ”

I followed Volkswagen's lead and got out of the car.

Faced with this unknown and unfamiliar sky, I struggled for a long time, standing on the side of the road, carrying a backpack and just standing dumbfounded.

Passers-by gave me an inexplicable look, and I stared at them, only to have them say "insane" and turn away.

I looked around for a place to eat and saw a noodle restaurant not far away.

I found a relatively remote place to sit down, and the boss came over enthusiastically and asked, "Young man, what to eat?" ”

I weighed it and replied, "Well, two steamed buns." ”

"Steamed buns?" The shopkeeper frowned at the door with a tangled expression, "But, we only have noodles here." ”

"Noodles? Aren't steamed buns noodles? ”

"This," the shopkeeper smiled, "the young man is so funny, I'll bring you a bowl of signature fried noodles." ”

Listening to what he said, I was still thinking about jajangmyeon? What kind of steamed bun is this?

I glanced around at the people around me, and they were all "swishing" the black noodles that were sucking into their mouths? I see.

The shop owner's fried sauce black... Uh-no, the jajangmyeon was served, but then again, I hadn't eaten for half a day, and I was indeed hungry, so I lowered my head and ate it in a big gulp.

"Hey! Dude, can I borrow this seat across from you? ”

I looked up and saw that it was a man about my age, and then I lowered my head and continued to drink my noodles, ignoring him.

"Hey! Why are you so rude, if you don't speak, you agree! ”

"I don't call for hey."

"Hey! I don't know you, I don't tell you to feed you! ”

I simply ignored him, and he "plopped" and sat down.

I glared at him, pretended I hadn't seen anything, and went on eating my meal.

"Hey! Why are you glaring at me! ”

"I didn't glare at you."

"Still quibbling, I've seen it all."

I lowered my head and ignored him and continued to eat my noodles.

After a few minutes, the man asked again, "Dude, why haven't I seen you?" Are you from out of town? ”

Seeing him ask like this, I only replied with one word: "Yes." ”

"Where did it come from? Are you here to seek refuge with your relatives? Suddenly I felt that he was so annoying, I picked up the bowl and was about to leave, but he pulled it back.

"Oops... Why are you going, I'm just curious to ask, if you don't want to say it, forget it. He acted as if he didn't care.

I ignored him and bowed my head to drink.

He's honest.

"Hey! Dude, your bowl is about to fall. ”

I looked up at him with a smile on my face.

"I'm from Xiaogu Village! I'm here to avoid that nasty bunch! What more could you ask? I said impatiently.

"Xiaogu Village? Are you from Xiaogu Village? I knew there were special people in that village, so I didn't think you were an ordinary person! ”

I looked up at him and didn't speak.

"Oh, don't get me wrong, I don't mean anything else, I'm a good person, a good person!"

I saw that he said a bunch of strange things, and he must have a special identity: "You, who are you?" ”

"Me? I'm just a normal person. ”

"What's the matter with me?" I got up and left, but was stopped by the shopkeeper.

"Young man, you haven't finished eating yet."

"Oh." I stretched into my pocket and took out for a long time, my face instantly blackened, and I stared at the man blankly.

The man walked over, shook his head, and handed the money to the shopkeeper.

"That's how you came out and messed up?"

I glanced at him, said thank you casually, turned around and left, and he grabbed me.

"Hey! Where are you going? I don't have a penny on me, so I drink the northwest wind? ”

But what he said also makes sense, I'm penniless now, can't I live on the street and sleep on the road? I looked back at him.

"Seeing that you are different from ordinary people, and you are quite pitiful, I can help you, have a place to go, give full play to your abilities, and you can also get a salary, food and housing, if you can trust me, come with me."

"Salary? What is it? ”“… Money! ”

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left, I was stunned, it doesn't matter if the money is there, I will eat and live?

I immediately caught up with him.

"I knew you'd come along, hey, I don't know your name yet."

"Jin Rongxuan."

The man suddenly stopped and shrunk his eyebrows: "Jin... Rong Xuan? ”

I turned my head to look at him, and met his eyes as if to look at me, and he immediately retracted his head.

"It's okay,... Good name, good name! He regained that expression and walked slowly and leisurely.

"My name is Liu Yu, I am an ordinary antique vendor, and I have a small antique shop at home, but I still like Yin-Yang Taoism, so I have practiced some of it, you can call me Brother Yu."

"Oh."

"Hey, I've been talking for so long, and you just popped out a word for me, it's really not enough to save face!"

I was surprised, because I barely listened to what he said.

"Here we are, here it is!" Liu Yu stopped and said.

I looked up and saw that there was a plaque on the ancient door that read "Imperial Spirit".