One or two branches of plum outside the bamboo

Chapter 123 Remember the taste of two lifetimes
Hearing this, Shen Changan couldn't help but take a deep breath, and immediately turned his eyes back to Su He, guessing whether Yan Qingzhu's behavior was acquiesced by Su He, and what was the deep meaning of it?
Did you guess the identity of the son and didn't want to get involved?

Or do you simply want to distance yourself from them?

If so, which side does Su He represent?

But yesterday they didn't hurt the son, which means that the two sides are not enemies at least, or he still doesn't know the identity of the son, it's all just his own thoughts?
Thoughts flew in Shen Changan's mind, the more he thought about it, the further he thought about it.

It's a pity that Su He avoided his gaze and had no idea of ​​answering his questions at all. He lowered his head and held a bowl to eat, as if he was the same age as several children, and didn't care what Yan Qingzhu did at all.

Shen Chang'an frowned slightly, and was regretting that he had taken the chance to come up to him. Was it inappropriate when Yan Qingzhu coughed lightly and explained in a tone of caring for mentally handicapped children.

"It's just... you have to pay more!"

Shen Changan:  …

So am I a fool?

Does this need you to explain?
There was a kind of irritability in his heart that could hardly be suppressed, but after thinking about his purpose and the speculations just now, he still held back the thought and showed a kind smile like a wolf grandmother to Yan Qingzhu.

After a while, Yan Qingzhu took a bowl of Yan Qingzhi's reheated meat porridge, which had become more enthusiastic after receiving the money, and walked to the child who was huddled by the fire. sat down.

A few lines of sight suddenly fell on Yan Qingzhu's body, obviously his scalp was numb, but his face was still calm.

He sent the bowl forward and said.

"When I used to be sick, my mother was willing to cook me a bowl of noodle soup. The soup in it was chicken soup. The whole chicken was put in a casserole, simmered on a slow fire, and simmered for an afternoon. Then I took it out and removed the oil slick. Leave the clear soup underneath. The noodles are also made by her own hands, and the noodles are cut finely and continuously, smooth and firm, slightly soft and rotten for better digestion.

"She said that people always love grievances when they are sick. Noodle soup can't cure the disease, but the feeling of being cared for can cure this kind of grievance. Even if you are sick, your heart will be warm and the disease will heal faster."

That child is a person with a good temperament, and the reason why he is not very friendly to Shen Changan and the others is also because of some knots in his heart.

After he woke up, Yan Qingzhu kept observing each other. He clearly felt that the relationship between Shen Changan and this child was rather delicate, and it seemed that they were bound together because of some special relationship.

Moreover, Shen Changan is not a subordinate of the other party in the strict sense. He seems to put the child first, but he still acts in his own way.

If it is considered from the perspective of life safety, Shen Changan has experienced many battles, and his opinion must be very important, but aside from other life-threatening matters, only in terms of communication and trivial matters, Shen Changan only regards this child as a valuable person. Broken and fragile objects lack equal respect for what they think and do.

These words are hard to say, because there are not many people in this world who can understand what respect is.

Shen Changan saved him from the crisis, and kept him safe all the way. The rest, the life of the maid, the life of ordinary people... It doesn't matter!
Not only Shen Changan, I believe that even the parents and relatives of this child would not care. At most, when they heard the unfortunate news, they sighed and sighed with emotion, "You poor man, give me more money!" ', this matter will be turned over here.

And this kind of education will run through his life, even if his conscience and instinctive respect have been polished by various realities, it will not stop because of it.

He has come to an age where he is sensible but not sensible, and has already understood a lot of things, but he is still treated as an ignorant child.

Not to mention listening to demands, even basic respect is hard to be given.

In fact, it must be sad for a child to see someone close to him die, but not in such a close moment.

That kind of real sadness must exist in the bits and pieces of life thereafter.

Yan Qingzhu was deeply touched by this, and also knew what the key to open the other's heart was!
This child had never heard anyone talk to him like this before. He seemed to be thinking of something. Although he was still silent, his gaze towards the fire softened a little.

Yan Qingzhu continued to talk to himself.

"I didn't understand it before, but now that I think about it, it still makes sense, and I can remember that smell for two lifetimes!"

Yan Qingzhu affirmed that the childish voice, combined with his perception of life and death, attracted the child's attention to him unconsciously.

The child turned his head and was stunned for a moment when he saw Yan Qingzhu. Yan Qingzhu's bright eyes reflected the light of fire, like the stars in the sky. Such solemnity caused a burst of sadness in his heart.

The last time he heard such words, it was when Sister Muxiang told him that she would not marry and would take care of him for the rest of her life.

He suddenly felt that the air beside the fire had become damp, but he didn't want strangers to see his gaffe, his fists tightened slightly, his dry lips moved, he turned back in annoyance, and opened his mouth. one sentence.

"How old are you, you can tell the story of two lifetimes..."

Yan Qingzhu raised his eyebrows to look at him, and put the bowl in front of him.

"Memory has nothing to do with age. I think this bowl of porridge in my hand will make you remember it for two lifetimes."

"Although it's not chicken soup, and it doesn't have hand-rolled noodles, the people around you who care about you are expecting you to cheer up, and you can try it!"

The child seemed to see through Yan Qingzhu's careful thoughts, sneered, and left his back to Yan Qingzhu in a fit of anger.

Yan Qingzhu didn't care, and continued to add.

"If you can remember the taste for two lifetimes, it would be a pity to miss it! Don't worry, I, Yan Qingzhu, have always said something. After you drink it, if you don't remember it for two lifetimes, you can come to me!"

Yan Qingzhu patted his chest, but he really felt childish.

The two became deadlocked for a while, Yan Qingzhu did not take back the action of holding the bowl, and the child also clearly felt Yan Qingzhu's strong sense of presence.

After a while, after he sorted out his mood and calmed down, he pursed his lips, turned his head tentatively, and saw that Yan Qingzhu was looking at him, there was not too much emotion in his eyes, and he didn't look like a child.

This kind of straight eyes made him a little embarrassed. After he dodged his eyes for a while, he raised his head and asked as if he remembered something.

"Your name is Yan Qingzhu? Which Yan is which Qingzhu?"

(End of this chapter)