Song Yingying remembered that the boy had been following her from dawn to dusk. Since the boy appeared, no one had ever snatched her food away from her. On the contrary, Song Yingying had never seen the boy eat.
It was such a cold day, the clothes were so thin, and the boy was so thin, how could he not eat?
Song Yingying was still afraid of the boy, but when she thought that the boy might be hungry, she felt a little sad and uncomfortable.
She walked out of the house with the sugar-coated buns, walked along the path, found a quiet corner with no one around, and then looked back.
The boy following behind her didn't hide either, but stood far away. Since he was seen anyway, he lowered his head to avoid Song Yingying's sight.
Song Yingying said to him loudly, "Hey, come here."
In fact, her voice was very soft. The little girl's voice was childish, without any momentum, and was particularly soft.
After hearing this, the boy raised his head, looked at Song Yingying, and asked cautiously, "Are you calling me?"
Song Yingying nodded at her, her fair little face turned red in the cold wind, her eyes were cold, and every time she spoke a word, cold air went into her mouth.
She hated this place.
Song Yingying watched the boy approach step by step. When he got closer, she found that he was taller than when she saw him from afar. She had to look up to see him.
Without waiting for the boy to speak, Song Yingying handed over the sugar-coated buns she had been carrying all the way.
"This is for you."
"Give me food?" The boy was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that Song Yingying would take the initiative to give him food.
He wasn't here to steal anything, he just... just... had never seen anyone so ugly before.
She was fair-skinned, pretty, and dressed in a round manner. People in the village said she was a city girl and was different from the people in their village.
When the man saw it, he approved in his heart because it was really different.
There was no farm work in the fields in winter, and the boy had nothing to do at home. A few days ago, he happened to pass by and saw Song Yingying being bullied and lying on the ground, unable to get up, so he helped her out.
But she was frightened and thought he was one of the bad kids who were trying to steal her food, so she ran away before he could say a word.
The boy was afraid that Song Yingying would be bullied by bad kids again, so he had been following Song Yingying these days to protect her.
It doesn't matter if she is hated, as long as she is not bullied.
But the boy never thought of taking food from Song Yingying.
So even though Song Yingying took the initiative to speak, the boy still hesitated to reach out to take it.
In the end, it was Song Yingying who kept raising her hands, feeling cold and tired, and frowned to urge him, "Hey, take it quickly, my hands are sore."
She could hardly hold it.
When the boy heard this, he hurriedly took the sugar-coated bun from Song Yingying.
After he took it, Song Yingying still looked at him without blinking.
The boy was like a piece of wood. After taking the sugar-coated buns, he didn't move at all and didn't even take a bite.
Maybe he doesn't like to eat this?
Song Yingying frowned, looking unhappy, and asked, "Hey, why don't you eat? Don't you like this?"
The man was startled and immediately said, "I like 㱕."
The buns were as big as sugar-coated buns and were still hot. They contained white sugar and colorful sugar shreds. They were the most luxurious food in that era, more precious than meat buns, and most people could not afford them.
Among all the children in the village, only Song Yingying got one.
But Song Yingying gave it to him.
Song Yingying continued to stare at it and said, "Then eat it."
If the boy doesn't eat, he's lying.
The boy felt uncomfortable with Song Yingying's beautiful eyes. He hesitated for a moment while holding the plump sugar-coated bun in his dark, scarred hand. But he finally took a big bite.
It's hot!
Very sweet!
It’s buns!
Eating the hot sugar-coated buns was soul-stirring. An expression that could only be called joy emerged on the boy's face, which was numb from the cold.
Song Yingying looked at it carefully and nodded with satisfaction.
Because she could see that the boy was not lying, he really liked eating sugar-coated buns.
That day, Song Yingying watched the boy finish an entire big sugar-coated bun and thought to herself, how can he eat so much when he is so thin? He is amazing.
Since that day, every time it was time to eat, Song Yingying would always hide some food, then find a secluded place, take out the food, call the boy over, stuff all the food in his mouth, and then hold her chin up to watch him eat.
Song Yingying is a girl and usually doesn't eat much. She always finds it magical to see boys eat a lot of food without changing their expressions.
To the boy, he had never eaten so much food and never felt so full.
Moreover, only when eating could he stand very close to Song Yingying and occasionally say a word to her.
Just this was enough to make him very happy.
In a blink of an eye, it was Song Yingying's last day in the village. Her parents told her that everything was over and they could go back to the city tomorrow.
The days that I thought were very difficult to endure passed by unknowingly.
Song Yingying missed the boy who had protected her for so many days. She wanted to say goodbye to him and remind him to eat more and not be so thin.
But on the last day, no matter how many times Song Yingying looked back, she did not see the familiar figure behind her.
Isn't he coming?
Song Yingying didn't know where the boy had gone, nor did she know his name. Even if she wanted to look for him in the village, she couldn't find him.
She was just trying her luck, wandering around the village. If she was lucky, she might meet him.
In the afternoon, Song Yingying walked around and saw a small river. The river was covered with ice and there was a vast expanse of white all around.
During her time in the village, she had seen many children playing on the ice, some skating, some riding sleds, and some playing roller skates.
Song Yingying also wanted to play, but she was afraid of being bullied by bad kids and didn't dare to get close.
No one is on the ice today...
After some hesitation.
Song Yingying walked carefully, bit by bit, slowly onto the ice of the creek.
Slippery.
As soon as Song Yingying went up, she fell on her butt. Her butt was very painful, but she liked it.
Standing on the frozen ice is a very novel feeling. The soles of your feet are slippery and it feels like you are flying.
Song Yingying slipped and stood up, stood up and slipped again, and played alone in the creek for a long time until she finally had no strength left and gasped for breath.
After playing enough, she swam back from the creek.
When they were near the river, Song Yingying suddenly heard a crisp sound.
Snap——
The sound did not stop all at once, but spread out like a spider web.
The ice beneath Song Yingying's feet shattered.
The place where she went down and came up was not the same place.
Although the stream was frozen, the ice was thick in some places and thin in others, making the danger unpredictable.
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