Seeing him stunned in place, Ye Wanqiu said quietly: "Have you recovered your memory?" ”

He lay on the ground, his long hair scattered, and he had no intention of getting up. Just yawned lazily and died.

Chen Xingwei is just an ordinary person, he doesn't have the powerful spiritual power of Ye Wanqiu, so naturally he can't sort out all his memories in an instant like Ye Wanqiu, and then read out all the abilities of the original owner.

He had only cursoried over the memories of the original owner now, and had a rough idea of the general situation of the world. However, there is a big guy with unknown strength next to him!

In order to prevent the big guy from waiting in a hurry, he could only bite the bullet and say, "It's almost." "The voice is soft like a schoolboy being stared at by a teacher, not much different from a mosquito.

Ye Wanqiu listened to his voice as a man and a woman for a while, her heart was a little tired, and she said, "Can you lead the way now?" His tone rose slightly, faintly with a terrifying murderous aura.

"It's okay! It's okay!" Chen Xingwei hurriedly said. Sounds unusually doglegged.

Ye Wanqiu looked at the sky speechlessly.

......

This area can be said to be a place where the original owner is often beaten, so I am very familiar with the route of this area.

Chenxing was the only one who took Ye Wanqiu through various dim alleys in the dark night, while continuing to sort out the memories in his mind.

Reading other people's memories is not just watching them all like watching a movie, but experiencing them all as if you were there. Because I want to lead the way for Ye Wanqiu, I now read the recent memories first.

Basically, they were beaten unbearably......

But I'm getting more and more familiar with the route of this section.

Although he and the original owner didn't want to be familiar with it for this reason.

The two came to a quaint little shop.

The surrounding shops have been closed, but this is the only one that still lights up in the night. In the dark, it does not seem dazzling and abrupt, but has a warm feeling.

"Boss, here are two buns!" Chen Xingwei was almost familiar with the memory of the original owner during this time, and said skillfully.

"Okay!" replied the owner of the steamed bun shop.

His face looked like he was in his late teens, and his face was full of wrinkles. But he is tall and steady, as if he can climb eighteen floors in one breath. Dressed in a half-new chef's uniform, he took out the steamed buns that had been in the steamer for a while, put them on a wooden plate, and brought them to Ye Wanqiu and Chen Xingwei.

In one serving, there are three buns, all the size of an adult's fist. One serving per person, just enough to eat.

The buns that have been placed in the steamer for a period of time have absorbed the water vapor and look white and chubby. Against the backdrop of the dark brown wooden plate, it looks cute and inviting. The smell of cereals is even more appetizing.

Chen Xingwei's physical strength was almost exhausted, and he didn't even wash his hands, so he picked up a white and tender bun in front of him and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Ah, wait. Ye Wanqiu seemed to smell a different smell just now, and said suddenly.

"Huh?" Chen Xingwei took a big bite of the bun and chewed it in his mouth, his voice sounding a little slurred, "What's wrong? Why don't you eat it? This one tastes really good." ”

Ye Wanqiu saw that he had already eaten the filling inside, so he silently turned his face away, as if he didn't know what to do, sighed, and said, "It's nothing." If you're not enough, you can eat my one. ”

Chen Xingwei swallowed the bun in his mouth with some confusion, and then he freed his mouth and asked, "What's wrong!?Aren't you hungry!?"

The young man's face seemed to be even paler than just now, and he didn't know if it was because of the lighting or if he was hungry.

Ye Wanqiu waved her hand weakly, leaned on the table, and said, "It's nothing, it's just that I'm not hungry now." ”

"Gollum ......"

The empty stomach immediately jumped out and slapped his face.

The owner of the steamed bun shop also saw that his face was wrong, and said softly: "Hurry up and eat! ”

"It's okay, I have a bad stomach and can't eat hot. Ye Wanqiu said half-truthfully. He lay on the solid wood table, a little drowsy.

He had taken away the bodies of the living, but he still retained some of his ghostly qualities. Although he now has to eat to maintain his physical functions, he still can't eat hot food.

On the white and chubby buns, steaming hot, spreading upwards little by little, like an elegantly scattered soul.

As soon as he smelled it, he was very sick to his stomach......

The boss's footsteps are very soft, and if you don't see him moving, you will even ignore his presence. Although he looks just middle-aged, his face is already full of wrinkles of age.

I don't know how he has come over all these years.

"Then you can eat later!" the boss smiled, his words full of kindness, and his expression was as usual. It's like a kind and kind old man, who is comforting the junior who is in trouble.

He brought a small wooden chair and sat on the ground in front of the shop.

In the night sky, the moon and stars are scarce. The dark earth has fallen asleep.

Only such a small shop still has a bright light on. It's like a lighthouse that suddenly appears in the boundless and lonely ocean, which makes people yearn for it.

In the flickering lights, the small shop is illuminated as bright as day. The faint moonlight shrouds the earth like a light veil, outlining the softness of people's hearts.

A round of Chanjuan on the horizon, gentle and elegant.

But it doesn't seem to be as complete as I remembered.

Through the bright moon, he seemed to see his relatives far away in his hometown.

However, it has been almost 300 years since he came to this world, and his relatives in his hometown may have already turned into a handful of loess.

An inexplicable sadness spread from the bottom of his heart.

"Tick-" Two lines of clear tears slipped down his thin face and dripped to the ground, crisp and desolate, like a lonely heart that had been shattered outside.

"Give. A pale, bloodless hand, almost sickly white, handed a burlap to his hand, and a cold voice came from his ear, "Wipe it." ”

"Thank you. The boss's voice sounded a little hoarse, and he reluctantly squeezed out a smile that was more ugly than crying, took the tissue in Ye Wanqiu's hand, and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes indiscriminately.

When I turned around, I saw two plates on the table, one was empty, and the other bun was no longer steaming, but it still hadn't moved.

Seeing this, the boss frowned a little dissatisfied, and said, "Why haven't you eaten yet!"