The little boy opened his mouth to cry.

Song Yiyi immediately put on a stern face and imitated Song Minghui, "Didn't you ask me to teach you?"

The little boy of the same age as him thought about it carefully and felt that what Song Yiyi said made sense.

His crying was suppressed.

Seeing this, Song Yiyi continued teaching.

She picked up the chopsticks and picked up a noodle from the bowl.

The child is short.

The noodles are homemade and are especially long.

Song Yiyi stood up, raised her arms, and a long noodle hung in front of the little boy, swaying.

She urged: "Hurry up, take it from the bottom with your mouth."

The little boy did as he was told.

As he slurped the noodles, Song Yiyi watched with satisfaction, her tone gratified: "That's right, this is how noodles should be eaten. Pick them up with chopsticks and eat them one by one from the bottom. That's how they taste."

that's all.

Song Yiyi ate one, the little boy ate one, and the noodles in the bowl were soon gone.

She nodded at the noodles with only soup left, "Drink the soup now, drink it all in one go."

When the bowl was empty, the little boy burped from eating too much.

Song Yiyi returned the chopsticks to him and said, "Now, go back. No need to thank me. Next time, if you want to learn something, come and find the master."

They are obviously children of the same age.

I was stunned by her coaxing.

The little boy didn't really give Song Yiyi away when he got home.

His mother thought he had finished the bowl of noodles and praised him.

Later he used the dried meat sent by his aunt in the city.

Go and exchange it for Song Yiyi's steamed bun.

At that time, several adults were chatting under a tree nearby and saw clearly how Song Yiyi coaxed the little boy.

Only then did Song Yiyi's reputation spread.

The little boy was often used as an example by adults to teach their own children not to trade with Song Yiyi.

You will suffer a loss.

After Song Minghui found out, he invited the boy to his home for dinner several times and even made braised pork for him.

Ate the treasure gourd cookies.

But the child doesn't spend much time at home.

Most of the time, he was sent to live with his grandmother in the next village.

Occasionally when he comes back, he will follow behind Song Yiyi and likes to play with her.

As they were chatting, Song Yiyi suddenly remembered something and asked, "What is he doing now? I don't think I've seen him in the few times I've been back."

Song Yiyi couldn't even remember his full name.

All I have in my mind are the memories from my childhood.

The only thing left about his family was scenes of his parents quarreling frequently.

Gu Chengze paused and replied, "He became a monk."

This incident happened not long ago and caused a lot of uproar in the village.

Song Yiyi was pregnant at that time.

Gu Chengze called home to report the good news.

Cai Mengjun said this.

She lived in the village and had a lot of contact with the child. She felt very sorry that such a good young man chose to become a monk.

Listen to Cai Mengjun.

Perhaps because of his original family, he had this idea from an early age.

In the past, it was hindered by policies.

Last year, key Buddhist temples across the country were opened one after another, and Central Document No. 19 explicitly required "reasonable arrangements for venues for religious activities."

He immediately ran to get ordained.

Cai Mengjun sighed as he spoke, "He's one of the few college students in the village. Why is he so depressed?"

According to policy, becoming a monk requires written approval from parents.

In order to obtain his parents' consent, the child knelt outside for a day and a night.

It was winter and I almost froze to death.

Everyone in the village became anxious, and people who came to persuade him left in waves, but he still persisted.

In Song Yiyi's impression, the couple has been quarreling since she can remember.

It’s okay to quarrel during the day.

It's still noisy at night.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, I would suddenly hear heart-wrenching roars from the village, or the nonsense of a drunk person.

The two had quarreled countless times, and the house was always in chaos, and they only had this one child.

Song Yiyi was impressed.

Once, the couple quarreled in front of the whole village. When the quarrel got heated, the boy's mother picked him up and threw him to the ground.

It looked like the child was going to die first, and then she would die.

Or maybe she wanted to threaten her man.

Song Yiyi was so scared at the time that she had a nightmare when she returned home that night.

I don’t know how many times their son has experienced this kind of thing, where no one can see.

But strangely, the couple has not divorced until now.

After his son became a monk.

They suddenly stopped making trouble, the man stopped drinking, and the woman became polite in her speech.

There was no divorce as everyone expected.

There was no blaming of each other or arguing about life and death.

Instead, they began to live a peaceful life of dependence on each other.

The only one who was hurt from beginning to end was the child.

Song Yiyi felt mixed emotions. After all, they were childhood playmates, and she briefly felt sorry for him.

But I'm glad.

At least he found an exit and had hope of survival.

I hope he can live his life according to his own wishes.

"Yiyi."

Song Yiyi's thoughts were brought back by Cen Yue's voice.

She tilted her head.

Cen Yue's eyes were deep, and his tone was nonchalant: "We'll also eat noodles tomorrow. I don't know how to cook either. Can you teach me?"

Song Yiyi became angry and embarrassed.

Gu Chengze and Cen Yue burst into laughter.

I can't beat him.

Both of them had long arms, and she couldn't get close to them with just one hand.

How childish!

Who didn’t have some funny things when they were a kid?

If they hadn't been born early, Song Yiyi would have been able to tell some of their embarrassing stories.

As the three of them entered the house, they were met with Song Minghui's angry face.

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