Hades girl is by my side

Chapter 155 The unique thing left to her
"The Girl of Hell is by My Side" has been updated again.

In a short period of time, the little red dot of the update reminder appeared on the bookshelves of many readers.

They flocked to the comments section to celebrate the work's reappearance.

The reminders for voting and rewards began to increase, and works that many people thought were just short-lived flashes in the pan with capital support inexplicably came back to life.

The number of words Tang Yu updates every day is not many, only an unbeatable four thousand words.

Because he knew the ending of the story, he could only tell the story of his past with San Geng by slowing down the update speed.

Editor Long Ya expressed his blessings to Tang Yu on QQ.

[I didn’t expect you to continue to update. It seems that my bonus will still have a chance to increase before the end of the year. Come on]

Below is a familiar meme.

That was what Tang Yu sent to Longya when he first signed the contract.

At that time, most of the chats between them were initiated by Tang Yu, and they were all business matters. It was either the signing process or contract issues, or the chapter was blocked because of sensitive words, and Long Ya needed help to deal with it.

Even when Long Ya sent a message again this time, Tang Yu didn't reply to her previous message asking about Tang Yu's condition.

[Sorry, my mental state was a little bad before. 】

[It’s okay, Internet authors all have this kind of emotion to some extent.As long as you can get through it, I believe you will succeed]

Tang Yu has long been the performance author in Long Ya's heart. Long Ya understands this, and so does Tang Yu.

During the time when coding ended, Tang Yu developed a new hobby.

That is cooking.

For a long time in his life, Tang Yu's dinners were all served by takeaways.

Because he has no worries about food and clothing and is not troubled by life, he enjoys convenience.

After all, even if he cooks by himself, the food he cooks is not as delicious as the takeout. This is the truth.

But from this day on, Tang Yu began to become independent from another perspective.

He went to the vegetable market in the nearby cross alley to buy vegetables, and became familiar with the vendors at various stalls there.

He downloaded a cooking APP and occasionally looked for dishes on it that were easy to make and didn't use that many ingredients, such as beef rice.

He is an idler, unlike those young people of his age who are working hard for a house and a car.

He seemed to be living the life of a retired man in his early twenties.

When he went to buy a fat cow, he didn't care that the boss sold it to someone else first, because he was not in a hurry after all.

So much so that when the young female boss noticed that he had been standing there for a long time, she repeatedly apologized to him and insisted on giving him a small bag of potato starch.

Tang Yu just smiled and didn't accept it.

"Hey, young man, did you succeed in slicing the cucumber last time?"

"No, I used the wrong tool. I thought the tool was for shredding, but I didn't expect it was for peeling. Then I shaved the cucumber until there was only one piece left, and I ate it."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Tang Yu heard the vegetable seller laughing at him, and he laughed too.

"What do you want to eat tonight?"

“I want to make shredded sweet potatoes, but I’m not very good at peeling them.”

"It's okay, I'll fix it up for you and take it back."

"Then thank you, auntie."

"Hey, what are you saying thank you for? What a big deal."

Tang Yu took three peeled yellow sweet potatoes and a box of fat beef on his way home.

Winter has arrived, and it gets dark early.

There are places selling goods on both sides of the narrow alleys next to North Second Road. The smell of boiled corn and fried chicken racks mix together, making people salivate.

As night fell, under the warm yellow street lamps, Tang Yu was alone, tainted by the smoke and fire of the world.

He hopes that winter will not come, but winter waits for no one.

"I wonder when it will snow..."

Tang Yu looked up at the dark night sky, not knowing what he was looking at.

In his mind, it was snowing heavily in Shencheng, and he was standing in the snow.

The two places of lovesickness are drenched in the same snow, and this life is considered to be a total of whiteheads.

But it shouldn’t snow in places like the underworld.

I didn’t expect that even this kind of accidental thought could not be realized...

Tang Yu's back was stretched out under the street lamp, and he was so alone and lonely.

On the roof of the building nearby stood two people, black and white, looking at Tang Yu from a distance, their expressions moved.

"Xiao Hei, do you think Tang Yu can completely forget about the eldest lady in our underworld?"

Hei Wuchang did not speak, but kept silent with a solemn expression.

"As the saying goes, there are [-] words in the world, but the word love is the most hurtful. Hey, when I think of these two, I feel so sad..."

Bai Wuchang leaned next to Hei Wuchang. If it weren't for the fact that he really had nothing to do about the matter, he might have let Hei Wuchang help him.

"Distance creates beauty."

Hei Wuchang said unhurriedly, his tone still gentle, which was in great contrast to his cold appearance.

"Xiao Hei, do you mean that it is a good thing that they are separated from each other? Or are you tired of doing things with me all day long? What, you also want to keep a distance from me? If you have anything to say, just say it Say, if you don’t want to stick with me all day long, at worst, our clones will do things separately next time. Who said black and white must be bound together? You’re right!”

"Right now, many of our clones are just doing their own thing."

"You! Xiaohei, you disgusting ghost! You are the ghost! When I get back, I will ask Minotaur Horse Face to imprison you in the eighteenth level of hell!"

"They two can't beat me."

"Then I'll let the judge catch you!"

Hei Wuchang looked down at Bai Wuchang, who had an angry face, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

Bai Wuchang instantly understood what Hei Wuchang meant.

Compared with himself, judges always turn to black impermanence more often.

Thinking about it this way, there really wasn't anyone in hell who would protect her unconditionally.

Even the eldest lady is a typical helper but not a bride...

After Bai Wuchang realized this, she stopped saying anything and felt a little lost.

Hei Wuchang didn't expect that Bai Wuchang, who had always been noisy, suddenly became quiet, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

So he stretched out his hand and pointed in a direction.

"The owner of the hot pot restaurant on Beier Road over there will die in more than 40 years."

"So, what do you want to say..."

Bai Wuchang still looked glum, and even his cheeks were slightly bulging, like two small balloons.

"Before returning to the underworld, I don't mind taking you to see his current living condition, using my Yang coins."

Hei Wuchang tilted his head to the other side and his voice became weaker.

But Bai Wuchang, who was right next to him, heard it clearly, and she naturally understood what Hei Wuchang meant.

It only took Bai Wuchang less than two seconds for the expression on his face to change from frustration to shock to ecstasy.

She stretched out her hand and patted Hei Wuchang's back heavily, making Hei Wuchang cough uncontrollably. "I didn't expect Xiao Hei to feel sorry for others! Let's go, I like hot pot the most!"

Under the night, Hei Wuchang looked at the girl beside him who was able to smile because of a meal of human hot pot, and shook his head helplessly.

I don't know when Bai Wuchang will truly realize that the tall man in black who is always by her side is the one who will protect her unconditionally and is also her biggest backer.

Tang Yu knew how to cook before, at least when he was around at midnight, he would occasionally make dumplings by himself.

Now this kitchen is like falling into a strange environment for him in an instant, and it is not working well every day, either the kitchen knife is not fast enough or the vegetables stick to the pan, anyway, all kinds of situations have been encountered.

Of course, more of it comes from his own reasons and has little to do with kitchen utensils.

Until he found a shovel in the back of the kitchen cabinet.

The handle of the spatula has turned into a herringbone shape, and it can't even be hung inside, so it can only be thrown in the corner.

Tang Yu held the severely curved spatula in his hand and played with it, and couldn't help laughing.

This happened three nights ago. She tried to make breakfast for herself by herself, but she directly caused a human tragedy in the kitchen.

This is the memory between them, and it is also the proof that San Geng did exist here.

Late at night.

Tang Yu ate beef rice with less salt, paired with shredded candied sweet potatoes, and began to eat his dinner today.

If the third watch is here, Tang Yu will never let her make do with this kind of food.

But since midnight was not around, he could fool him no matter what.

He didn't even eat at the table because the empty place always brought back memories.

He brought the food to the computer table and matched it with the Korean cooking comedy drama on TV, thinking that he could improve the taste of the food.

A person's life living alone is comfortable and free.

Tang Yu stuffed the fat beef rice into his mouth with a spoon, and watched the funny TV series on the computer screen that had high ratings but was indifferent to him, inspiring him to continue the routine of eating to the end.

He must take care of himself, this is his promise to the third watch.

In the photo frame next to the computer, Tang Yu stood alone under the autumn maple tree, tilting his head and looking at the air beside him.

Tang Yu knew that San Geng once existed there. Even if no one remembered it, he just remembered it.

The moon is very round tonight, and the moonlight is bright and bright, reflecting the city that has entered winter.

The full moon is a time of reunion, and isn't that what the Mid-Autumn Festival is all about?

Tang Yu felt that he must have a chance to meet San Geng again, and their fate would not be cut off so easily.

During this period, people around Tang Yu called to express condolences about his situation.

He looked good and was back to his old self when communicating with them.

Chang Geren had arrived at Xiaolian, where he worked, and made an appointment with Tang Yu to meet again during the Chinese New Year.

Zhai Beimeng also called. Tang Yu didn't even expect that Zhai Beimeng would contact him again.

After all, what he said last time was already serious. After all, Zhai Beimeng was a little girl with a thin skin. He even thought that he and Zhai Beimeng would never have any more contact.

But Zhai Beimeng only called to wish him well on his work. He was very official and looked like an ordinary friend.

She seemed to know that she and Tang Yu should maintain some restraint, which was a good thing for both of them.

Chang Wu was different. She paid a visit in person at noon one day and brought Tang Yu's favorite snack, Donkey Roll.

Tang Yu was cleaning at home and thinking about what to eat for lunch when Chang Wu came over uninvited.

"It does look much better. My brother told me, what's the matter, how about learning how to cook at home recently? I just came here in time for dinner, why don't you show me your hand?"

"That's it. It's too boring, so I find something to do for myself."

"Your novel has been updated again. With such good results, you should be able to make a lot of money every month. I never thought that you would really become a professional writer one day."

"Hey, that's it. I just wrote it for fun. I encountered an opportunity and achieved some success."

"Recently, I can update [-] words a day and still be in the top ten of the best-selling list on the entire website. There are really not many people who can do it."

Tang Yu put down his tea cup with a puzzled look on his face.

"How do you know so much about my novel?"

"Because I went to read it. The novel you wrote is quite good. I didn't expect you, Tang Yu, to understand the relationship between men and women so well. I thought you were just a boring gourd."

"It's a shame you can keep reading. After all, you should feel sleepy as soon as you see the text. You don't even have a long copy of the text in your circle of friends."

"I do this to maintain my aloof persona, do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, I don't understand. Who can understand how different the eldest lady of the Chang family is."

"You're going to be pissed off, and it looks like you've returned to your original state. You looked like a poor man who was lost in love and dumped."

Chang Wu hugged his shoulders and curled his lips.

"Forget about the past."

Tang Yu didn't answer Chang Wu's words, and he didn't want to talk to her about his novel.

But Chang Wu came here specifically for this.

"Did you have other women living in this house before? Is that why you were so inspired to write such a plain but romantic love story?"

Tang Yu shook his head and said innocently: "No, you think too much."

Chang Wu kept clicking his tongue, obviously not believing Tang Yu's denial.

But she did know that Tang Yu didn't have the guts to live with others. After all, she was already very passionate, and with the bonus of having a childhood sweetheart, she didn't win over Tang Yu. She didn't believe that anyone else could do it first.

"Are you hungry? I'm ready to cook."

"Okay, can you order food?"

"No, the chef's skills are limited, so if you talk too much, just quit."

"Okay, okay, just make four random dishes. Just home-cooked dishes. I won't choose."

"Four dishes? You are not a distinguished guest from afar. It's good to get you two dishes."

"Looking at how stingy you are, you will never get a wife in this life."

"That's just right. I have nothing to worry about and am content."

Tang Yu refused to give in, and even had a slight advantage in the tit-for-tat confrontation with Chang Wu.

But he still ran to the kitchen and put on an apron to cook obediently.

Chang Wu found that the home had returned to its previous appearance, with a look of satisfaction on his face.

The meal was ready in a short time.

Indeed, as Tang Yu said, there are only two dishes.

Chang Wu looked at the two dishes on the table with a complicated expression.

Anyway, Tang Yu gave her a bowl of rice.

"Let's eat, stir-fried meat with cauliflower and scrambled eggs with tomatoes. That's why you're here. If you want me to eat, I can make one dish and eat it."

Tang Yu took the lead and Chang Wu picked up the chopsticks.

While eating, Chang Wu suddenly thought of something and spoke immediately.

"What, you don't like Guobao Pork? Why don't you make one for me to try?"

"You can't eat the Guobao Pork I made myself."

Tang Yu answered quickly without even raising his head.

(End of this chapter)