However, Wen Heng's brief summoned portion of divine consciousness was still not high enough. Although he gained some understanding under the influence of my emotional fluctuations, he could only remain at this level of dull mind and did not improve much.
This worryingly low IQ makes me question the meaning of life.
I taught him how to boil water, and I taught him again and again, but he was so clumsy that he just couldn't learn. In the end, I don't know how he managed to make a big hole in the only big iron pot in the house in the blink of an eye, right under my nose.
I suspect he ran out of patience with me, didn't want to do housework, and deliberately messed things up because he was afraid of making me angry.
I rubbed my throbbing temples, feeling like they were about to explode.
Exhausted from all the commotion, I returned to the bedroom at night and saw Wen Heng had already jumped onto the bed before me, lying sprawled out without any space for me. This made me even angrier.
Without saying a word, I grabbed him and quickly threw him, along with his bedding, into the empty bedroom that the Zhou couple had opened up.
Confused, Wen Heng rummaged through the messy pile of bedding and pulled out his pillow, which he then hugged to his chest.
She followed behind me with a reluctant and aggrieved look on her face: "Zhou Lang wants to sleep with Ahua."
I slammed my bedroom door shut, blocking him out, and declared, "We'll talk when you learn how to do housework."
I refuse to believe that someone who can chop firewood so well in the yard can't learn to do other housework. It must be that my emotional influence on him isn't strong enough.
I couldn't see his expression at that moment, but through the doors and windows I could vaguely see Wen Heng's figure standing at the door for a long time without leaving.
I don't know if it was his stubbornness acting up again, but I lay on the big bed and shouted, "If you don't go back to your room to sleep, I'm going to get angry!"
I stared intently at the figure at the door for a moment before hesitantly leaving.
After I was sure he was far away, I climbed out of bed again to check through the crack in the door to make sure he had returned to the room where the Zhou couple lived. Only then did I breathe a sigh of relief and go back to bed.
A person lay comfortably on the bed, spread out in a starfish position, and exclaimed, "So comfortable!"
Two days later.
On a bustling street in the town, a disheveled man and a woman, dressed in rags, squatted on a street corner with a tattered rice bowl in front of them.
The woman looked extremely dejected and pitiful. Every now and then, she would pick up a broken rice bowl from the ground and shake it in front of passersby, saying, "Kind people, have pity on us and give us some food."
Unfortunately, the pedestrians on the street were indifferent and didn't even glance at her before walking away as if avoiding her...
The man next to the woman was fast asleep, his head resting on her shoulder, his body swaying precariously.
Without a doubt, the man and woman were Wen Heng and me.
Because he made Wenheng learn to do housework, he roasted all the leftover sweet potatoes in the house.
Looking at his earnest and hardworking appearance, I couldn't bring myself to get angry at him and discourage his ambition.
Having little survival experience and burdened with a child, I had no choice but to take him to the streets to beg.
Who knew that even begging would be so difficult these days? I went out in the morning with disheveled hair and a broken bowl, and returned at sunset with an empty, tattered bowl.
They often went hungry, sometimes full, and mostly survived by eating wild fruits that were so sour they made them want to vomit, which they found along the way.
But I discovered that Wen Heng's immortal body never seemed hungry or tired ever since I retrieved his three souls.
They are very easy to raise. They only need a little water to drink every day. They don't even bother to eat the wild fruits by the roadside. As soon as I call them, they become as energetic as a spirited husky.
It saved me a lot of food, but my body, which is supposed to be blessed by the heavens, is still hungry, so hungry!
I was wailing on the street, the broken bowl in my hand trembling so much it could barely shake anymore.
Finally, a crisp "crack" sounded as the glass broke.
The sound of the bowl in my hand shattering on the ground startled me from my dazed and dizzy state.
I stared blankly for a long time at the mess of shattered pieces and my empty palm.
"Well, I've ruined my livelihood too."
I looked up and saw the setting sun in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh, "Another day of eating sour fruit."
Just as I was about to retract my hand that was hanging in the air, a steaming hot cornbread was suddenly placed in my palm, and a warm feeling flowed through my palm.
I looked up in astonishment to see someone who was also dressed in tattered clothes, with her hair in a slightly messy bun hanging down her shoulders, and whose delicate features exuded a broken, feminine beauty.
If Wen Heng is the most handsome and upright man I have ever seen, then the man in front of me is the second most pleasing man I have ever seen.
Just then, I saw him grinning at me with a bright white smile, his clean face revealing a set of pearly white teeth, and he asked with concern, "Miss, are you hungry?"
Judging from his disheveled clothes, he must have been traveling with me. I never expected that the person who would pity me in the end would be someone just as down on their luck as I was.
Holding the cornbread in my hand, I was deeply moved: "You gave me your food, what about you?"
He plopped down next to me, then silently pulled out another identical cornbread from his pocket and waved it in front of me: "Eat up, I have more."
"Why help me?" I asked, puzzled. People like us, who barely have enough to eat, how could we possibly help others?
"We're both in the same boat... Besides, with my abilities, I won't starve myself to the point of having nothing to eat like you!"
His nonchalant gaze turned to me, but when he smiled lightly, it revealed a hint of sympathy for me.
I smiled bitterly, but had no words to say.
I gazed at the man's deep, unfathomable eyes, wondering if I could discern the true nature of his soul through them.
Because I know clearly that the eyes are the windows to a person's soul, reflecting all their desires and nature, but I couldn't see through his deep gaze.
But then he thought that life might have worn down his edges, teaching him that hiding his true soul and not letting others see through him was the key to survival.
But when someone offered you a helping hand when you were starving, I politely said, "Thank you!"
Then, after swallowing hard, he picked up the cornbread and began to wolf it down.
Seeing how much I was enjoying my cornbread, he smiled and then simply shoved the cornbread from his hand into mine.
I looked at him in surprise, the cornbread in my mouth stuck in my throat for a long time before I could recover.
Then, feeling embarrassed, she declined to take it back, saying, "No need, no need, you can keep it for yourself. It's really not easy to do this kind of work these days. Thank you for your kindness."
Unexpectedly, he raised his hand and intercepted my hand as I handed him the steamed bun, then leaned close to my ear and chuckled, "It's certainly difficult for a young lady to beg like this, but don't worry, I have a trick."
Hearing him say that, my eyes lit up and I became interested: "Oh? What's the secret? Tell me about it."
Actually, I had heard long ago that there are methods and approaches to begging.
I have little experience, so I can only try my best to change my appearance to gain sympathy.
Now I've finally met an expert, and I must learn from them.
Seeing how interested I was, he seemed to get interested too.
He stood up, dusted himself off, and turned to me, saying, "Watch closely, girl."
I stared at him intently and nodded expectantly!
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