Chapter 163 "Mengjiumati" It's not your fault
It started to drizzle again on St. Fagus Island, making the already dark sky even more hazy.
The moisture once again wiped on the small window belonging to the Samson Tower dining hall.
The children came down from the prayer room one after another and lined up as quietly as possible.
Clover picked up the large ladle and skillfully served them soup.
Dinner tonight is lentil stew with cabbage and kipper pancakes.
Vifiya held the wooden tray and walked straight to the corner at the left end.
She had already told Fei Yi and the others in advance that she would not sit with them today.
She originally thought they would ask why, but they just waved their hands and didn't ask anything as if it was normal.
This saved her the trouble of thinking of a good excuse.
She sat quietly in the corner, picked up the wooden spoon and ate naturally, muttering to herself.
She really couldn't find any way to make this nameless man tell her how he survived the devil.
The quickest way to get something is to trade.
But he never spoke, and Vifia couldn't tell what he liked.
His "difference" was too obvious, so obvious that it was more impeccable than that of Sansonta's children, making it difficult for Vifiya to take action.
I scooped up the lentils with a wooden spoon and took a bite. The lentils were cooked a little bit, and I could tell the cabbage was added later. At least it was much better than pea porridge.
Vifiya would love to have more meals of lentil and cabbage stew.
She ignored the occasional gazes from those around her, and her thoughts that had been interrupted by dinner quickly reconnected.
It's not that she hadn't thought about using the help she had inadvertently given him during class as an exchange, but he left without any reaction at the time, and Vifia didn't think it would be useful.
The wooden tray opposite was gently put down. Vifiya swallowed the lentils completely before raising her eyes.
Her long, grass-green bangs covered her eyes, and her hair had grown to her shoulders.
He began to eat in silence, not paying any attention to the extra person in front of him today, just like before.
Even if Vifiya wanted to speak, she didn't take the initiative to speak at this moment.
She didn't know how to say it.
In fact, she decided to sit next to him for another reason. She wanted to see from a closer distance whether there was any other way.
Vifiya absentmindedly swallowed another mouthful of cabbage, thinking about how to say her first words.
Although I know in my heart that he probably won't respond.
"Bang!" Someone's wooden plate fell over not far away.
"Swish!" A rapid sound was made by the flying wooden spoon in mid-air.
Fei Yi and the little fat boy were startled, and before they could remind them, the wooden spoon had already gone straight towards Vifiya and the others!
Chris, who had been looking for an opportunity to apologize, stood up hastily.
The sound suddenly stopped.
A tender white hand tightly grasped the wooden spoon.
The black-haired girl didn't even raise her head, but was concentrating on digging out new cabbage and putting it into her mouth.
She casually set the wooden spoon aside, her eyes never leaving the bowl in front of her.
The children stared at the girl in amazement. Even Clover stopped scooping her rice in surprise.
The little fat man muttered quietly: "I said, it's not a coincidence."
He glanced over there frequently, his chubby hands tightly gripping the wooden spoon. Should he go over?
Vifiya had been deliberately ignoring other people's gazes before, and now she was lost in thought and didn't care at all about what she was doing.
How can I get him to speak?
Vifiya thought to herself that it was unlikely that he couldn't speak, but more likely that he didn't want to speak.
How can I get him to tell me how to survive the devil?
The boy on the other side also didn't react to what just happened, either because he didn't care or was used to it.
The two of them ate their dinner silently and attentively. The scene was surprisingly harmonious.
Fei Yi blinked and murmured to herself in confusion: "Is tonight's dinner so delicious?"
The incident in the dining hall passed quickly. After all, Clover did not approve of them shouting during the meal.
Most of them could only secretly suppress their surprise at what had just happened.
The dining hall returned to silence, with only the sound of drizzle hitting the window outside.
The bowl of lentil and cabbage stew was quickly empty, and even Vifiya had almost finished her pancake.
She began to have second thoughts. What about giving up?
Trust between people is inherently unpredictable, let alone someone like him.
Whether it is gaining trust or making deals, it seems that it is not very feasible in the face of his "difference".
But she just wanted to leave, not to die. If she wanted to die, there were many ways to do it.
Thinking of this, she suddenly felt a chill for some reason. Before her brain realized what was happening, her hand had already grabbed the empty bowl and drew a curved line in the air.
"Knock!" The dull sound of a bowl falling over was heard.
There was silence all around, even more silent than before.
Weifeiya finally came back to her senses from her thoughts. If she hadn't seen it wrong...
What she is pouring upside down in the bowl now is their dinner tonight, right?
She raised her head and saw the little fat boy in front of her who had almost fallen and was barely standing was blinking blankly. It was obvious that he himself had not reacted.
He stared at the bowl that Vifiya had placed on the wooden table. He blinked, and a sharp ringing sound came from his ears. His gaze kept moving upwards, and he apologized faster than he could come to his senses: "I'm sorry."
He suddenly slumped down, lowered his head, and his whole body was trembling imperceptibly. "Xiao Hui, I'm sorry, I just... just wanted to come over and have dinner with you."
Vifiya, who had come back to her senses from her troubles, keenly felt that the little fat boy seemed a little different from usual.
But she didn't know what was going on. After thinking for a while, she couldn't stop feeling sleepy, and the sleepiness was distracting her.
Vifiya released her hand that was pressing on the bottom of the bowl: "It's okay."
After she finished speaking, she saw that the little fat boy was still uneasy. She suppressed her sleepiness, thought for a moment, and continued, "Be more careful next time."
The little fat man remained silent. No one saw his lowered eyes and his pupils trembling.
He tried his best to control his breathing and suppress the fear emanating from him.
A fear he had been studiously ignoring.
They might be considered friends now, but if he did something wrong, would Xiao Hui, Fei Yi and the others start to dislike him from then on?
Just like his old home.
Perhaps he had been in Sangsongta for too long, so long that he was not really willing to make friends, because he never felt that anyone was willing to make friends with "Mengjumati".
No one likes "Mengjiumati".
No one likes a comically overeating person.
Just like his uncle and aunt, they said he was ugly, funny, greedy, and a "Mengjumati"...
He himself didn't know why it turned out like this. His parents left him overnight. He didn't know what to do. He just wanted to eat.
He swallowed it down one bite at a time.
Whether it was water or the rough and extremely hard bread, when he stuffed it into his mouth and swallowed it hard, his throat seemed to be stretched in an instant, squeezing him so hard that it hurt.
His mouth was moving, his face was moving, it was as if he was moving.
His cheeks were stuffed full, as if everything he had had also become full.
His stomach gradually felt fuller, but it was not enough. He was still hungry, so he swallowed mouthful after mouthful until he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, and his stomach ached.
It seemed that only at that moment did he regain a sense of reality and feel himself again.
My uncle and aunt’s home may not really be considered a home.
They were never nice to him, and he sometimes wondered if his parents were still alive, would he have lived like an ordinary child?
It was all just his imagination, for he was already on St. Fagus Island.
Xiao Hui is really amazing. Although she looks younger than him, she can still help him do things that he can't do. He really wants to be friends with her.
During this period, he has been controlling himself from eating too much.
When he saw her eating alone with the unfortunate child, he hesitated for a long time before deciding to fill an extra bowl and eat with them.
What was this? Just like before, trying to please his uncle and aunt by cooking a big dinner before they got home, but he accidentally slipped and spilled a bowl of bean soup, and hit his forehead against the corner of the wall, making his face bleed.
He didn't panic, after all he had seen more blood on his parents before.
He thought that his uncle and aunt would at least forgive him for spilling the bean soup because of his injury.
Maybe his uncle and aunt were not happy that day, and his uncle punched and kicked him, and the blood coagulated in his eyes, and he could hardly open his eyes.
His aunt angrily scolded him that it was a waste for him to do so much.
His uncle grabbed his hair and said that he should go with his parents and not be a burden to their family.
But that day, in addition to bean soup and bread, he just made an extra sauce that would make dinner more delicious.
But his father is his uncle's older brother.
Will he be disliked?
Will Xiao Hui hate him?
Yes, right?
The little fat man breathed a sigh of relief, with a look of dejection in his eyes that he himself was not aware of.
Never mind. Actually, this kind of life is pretty good already. He has gotten used to it a long time ago.
Anyway, when he spoke to her in the beginning, he just wanted to get a way to avoid Madam Maggie.
Just back to the way it was before.
On St. Fagus Island, life on the island would have been more difficult for someone as normal as Xiao Hui.
"Be careful not to fall. I'm glad you're okay." The girl's soft voice sounded in front. Vifiya tried to stay strong and remembered that they were probably friends in the same boat now, so she gave a warning.
The little fat boy froze all over, his eyes wide open and he looked up suddenly, trying to see the same disgust and impatience on the girl's face as on his uncle and aunt.
But no, she was just like usual.
“Pah.”
I don’t know whose tears are falling, but they can’t be stopped.
Vifiya blinked in surprise. She stood up involuntarily, waving her hands in the air, and was in a panic for a moment.
No way? He's not crying because he's not full, is he?
Vifiya was a little uncertain. The fat boy usually looked indifferent, and this was the first time she saw him like this. In addition, sleepiness was distracting her, and she couldn't concentrate on thinking now.
She felt around her body, pulled out the few remaining pieces of gravel candy, and held them forward.
Unexpectedly, the little fat boy cried even louder when he saw the candy.
Fei Yi ran over and patted his shoulder: "Hey, it's just a bowl of lentils, wouldn't it be better to have another bowl?"
"Sister Clover won't let you eat everything that falls on the table." Eddie also came over and spoke.
Clover had already filled a bowl and gently placed it on the table. He skillfully wiped the fat boy's face with the corner of his coat: "Okay, okay, this is not your fault."
Vifiya blinked, and she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that they were almost done with the matter.
Unexpectedly, just as she relaxed, she felt as if something hit her head hard, and the light from the oil lamp dimmed in front of her eyes.
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