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"Great, it sounds wonderful!"

The applause was particularly clear in the somewhat quiet corner.

The girl put down her guitar.

Place your hands on the seams of your pants.

Bend down.

He bowed deeply.

"Thank you, boss."

Li Yichen withdrew his hand.

My gaze passed over the girl's shoulder and landed on the little girl named Miaomiao.

The little girl is sitting on a plastic chair.

He held the hem of his faded cartoon T-shirt with both hands.

His gaze was fixed on the iron plate in the middle of the table.

The plate contained several skewers of still-steaming roasted lamb.

His small Adam's apple swayed up and down slightly.

The action of swallowing saliva was very obvious.

The sand table in Li Yichen's mind was spinning rapidly.

This child probably spent the whole night running around outside with his sister.

The aroma from the barbecue stall was so strong that even adults couldn't resist it, let alone a four- or five-year-old child.

He stretched out his right hand and picked up a skewer of lamb without chili powder from the edge of the iron plate.

Rotate your wrist.

It was handed to Miaomiao.

"Eat."

The aroma of smoky mutton wafted straight into the little girl's nose.

Miao Miao timidly raised her head.

He glanced at the meat skewers, then turned to look at the older sister standing next to him.

I didn't dare answer.

The girl suddenly sat up straight.

He took a step and stood in front of Miaomiao.

She placed her hands between the meat skewers and the child.

"useless!"

She spoke very quickly, her words tinged with obvious panic.

"Boss, you eat this yourself, she can't eat it."

Li Yichen's hand froze in mid-air.

That's too defensive.

Ordinary people, when faced with someone who has just saved them and has displayed absolute violence, will usually show obedience or try to please them.

But she stepped in to stop her sister from eating.

This is not ungrateful.

This is protecting one's own.

They valued this little girl's life more than anything else.

"Not spicy."

Li Yichen moved the meat skewers forward half an inch.

"The child is hungry, it's okay for him to eat something."

The girl shook her head repeatedly, completely blocking Miao Miao from view.

"It really won't work."

She wiped her hands haphazardly on her apron.

"Miaomiao is sick. Her stomach can't handle this kind of greasy food. The doctor told her that she absolutely cannot eat barbecue."

Li Yichen withdrew his hand.

Put the skewer of mutton back into the iron plate.

"Feel sorry."

He pulled out a tissue and wiped his fingers.

"I didn't understand what was going on."

The girl managed a slightly awkward laugh.

"It's alright, it's alright, you meant well."

Li Yichen leaned back in his chair.

Get ill.

What kind of illness could cause a four- or five-year-old child to be unable to eat any oily or fatty foods?

He turned his head.

My gaze fell on Old Wang, who was flipping over skewers of grilled meat not far away.

"Boss."

Li Yichen raised his voice.

Old Wang stopped fanning himself and quickly turned around.

"Xiao Li, would you like anything else to add?"

Do you have any noodles?

Li Yichen pointed to the empty table in front of him.

"Bring me a bowl of clear broth noodles. No seasonings, just a little salt, and cook it until it's very soft."

Old Wang was stunned for a moment.

He has been running a stall on this street for seven or eight years.

People who come to eat barbecue all want it to be very oily and spicy, and they drink it with ice-cold beer.

Clear broth noodles?

This thing is an anomaly in a place filled with cumin and chili powder.

But Old Wang glanced at the pitifully thin little girl sitting in the chair.

He immediately realized what was happening.

"OK!"

Old Wang placed a bunch of chives on the table.

"Little Li, you wait here."

He turned around and shouted at his wife next to him.

"Stop with those skewers! Let's go to Old Liu's stall next door and borrow a pot to make some noodles!"

"Remember, don't add a single drop of oil, and cook the noodles until they're soft!"

Old Wang's wife wiped her hands on her apron and jogged over to the next room.

Li Yichen turned his head back.

Looking at the girl standing in front of him.

In the dead of night, a girl in her early twenties was singing in a chaotic night market, carrying a seriously ill child on her back.

Where are the adults in the family?

Where are my parents?

Even if the family is poor, they shouldn't have to send two girls out to face these drunken thugs.

Li Yichen picked up the teapot on the table and poured a glass of water.

He pushed it in front of the girl.

"Sit down and talk."

The girl hesitated for a few seconds.

I pulled out the plastic chair next to me and only sat on one side.

Hands on knees, back straight.

"What's your name?"

Li Yichen picked up a skewer of grilled kidneys and took a bite.

"Li Niannian".

The girl uttered three words.

"My name is Li Yichen."

He threw the bamboo skewers into the wastepaper basket.

"It's so late."

Li Yichen looked at Li Niannian's face.

"You're out running around with a sick child."

"Don't your parents care?"

That's a very direct question.

There was no build-up whatsoever.

Li Niannian's body stiffened slightly.

The hands rested on the knees, fingers interlocked.

The fingernails pressed several white marks on the back of the hand.

She lowered her head.

Looking at the greasy asphalt road under my feet.

"At home..."

She paused for a full five seconds.

"There are no adults left."

Four words.

Light and airy.

It landed on the table with an extremely heavy sense of oppression.

Li Yichen stopped picking up the teacup.

He didn't interrupt.

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Li Niannian raised her head, her gaze passing over Li Yichen and landing on the neon lights of the Huangpu River in the distance.

Li Niannian patted Miaomiao's back repeatedly with her fingers.

The pace is very slow.

"My mother was diagnosed with a terminal illness not long after giving birth to Miaomiao."

When this sentence was said.

Suddenly, a burst of laughter erupted from the next table.

Some people cheered for the winner of the boxing match.

The laughter was extremely grating.

But Li Niannian didn't even turn her head.

She lives in her own world.

That world that has been completely crushed by disaster.

Miaomiao was only one year old at that time.

"He can't even speak clearly."

My mom left.

Miao Miao sat beside her, seemingly understanding something, and snuggled closer to Li Niannian.

Li Niannian reached out and put her arm around her sister's shoulder.

Li Yichen sat opposite him.

He looked at Li Niannian's face, which was completely devoid of color.

There was no interruption.

The loss of the matriarch of a family is a great loss, but it is not enough to drive the two daughters to sing for money late at night.

There are bound to be even more devastating blows to come.

really.

Li Niannian swallowed.

A very dry sound came from his throat.

"later."

My dad is sick too.

"cancer."

Li Niannian's breathing became erratic.

"Fortunately, it's only in the middle stage. The doctor said that as long as I actively cooperate with the treatment, there is a great chance of recovery."

"We sold everything we could in our house to raise money for my dad's medical treatment."

She paused for a moment.

But misfortune seems to specifically target those who are destined for hardship.

"Just when my dad was halfway through chemotherapy."

"Miaomiao has a high fever that won't go down."

"Go to the hospital for a checkup."

"leukemia."

These three words came out.

Li Yichen's back left the plastic chair back.

He looked at the little girl sitting in the chair, who was as thin as a cat.

leukemia.

This disease is a bottomless pit.

Hundreds of thousands or even millions are thrown in, and not even a ripple is heard.

Li Niannian gently patted Miaomiao's back.

"It was discovered early, and the doctor said that as long as I take my medication on time and have regular bone marrow aspirations and chemotherapy, the condition can be controlled."

"But our house is empty now."

"We can't even afford my dad's next chemotherapy session."

"Where is the money to treat Miaomiao's illness?"

Li Niannian's chest heaved violently a few times.

"My dad was discharged from the hospital that very night."

He gave up his treatment.

"I found a job carrying bricks at a construction site."

"He carries cement at construction sites during the day and washes dishes at the night market at night."

"Every penny we earned went to the pediatric inpatient department."

Li Niannian lowered her head.

The light from the streetlamp shone on her back, casting a thin shadow.

"Miaomiao's life has been saved."

"But my dad's cancer cells have spread."

"Six months ago."

He's gone.

Speaking of it.

Li Niannian's eyes were completely red.

A layer of moisture swirled wildly in the back of my eyes.

But she bit her lower lip tightly.

She forced back her tears.

Not a single drop fell.

The noise around the barbecue stalls continued.

The sounds of drinking games, clinking glasses, and loud laughter.

The deathly silence on the table formed an insurmountable chasm.

Li Yichen sat in the chair.

No wonder there's such a strong, determined spirit in this girl's singing.

Because she had no way out.

If she takes a step back, her only remaining relative will die.

Li Yichen picked up the teapot and filled the cup in front of Li Niannian with hot water.

"Feel sorry."

He put down the teapot.

"I shouldn't have asked those questions."

Revealing someone else's wounds was not his intention.

Li Niannian picked up her water glass and took a sip.

The steam blurred her face.

"It's alright, Mr. Li."

She put down the cup.

The sadness on his face was replaced by an extremely strong resilience.

"I've accepted reality."

She turned to look at Miaomiao beside her.

He reached out and tucked a stray strand of hair from Miao Miao's forehead behind her ear.

"God is indeed unfair."

"All sorts of bad luck have befallen our family."

Li Niannian gently brushed her finger against Miao Miao's cheek.

"But so what?"

She turned her head and looked directly at Li Yichen.

"As long as I have a breath left."

"I'd even sell my blood or scavenge for garbage."

"I also need to take good care of her."

"We will definitely cure her illness."

These words contained no hysterical screaming.

It consists only of straightforward, descriptive statements.

But it carries more weight than any vow.

"The noodles are here! Clear broth noodles!"

Old Wang's wife came running over, carrying a large white porcelain bowl.

Steaming hot noodles were placed in the very center of the table.

A few green vegetable leaves floated on top, and the soup was clear.

Li Niannian picked up the disposable chopsticks and arranged them neatly on the table.

Pick up a small piece of noodles with your chopsticks.

Place it near your mouth and blow gently.

Miao Miao gripped the edge of the table with both hands, opened her mouth, and waited for the noodles.

Li Yichen sat opposite him.

My gaze fell on Li Niannian's hands, which were covered in calluses.

At this moment, Li Yichen wanted to help the unfortunate girl in front of him.

If God won't give me a way out, I, Li Yichen, will!

Misfortune seems to target the unfortunate? I'll tear this awful script apart!