"morphine?"
Lin Que swallowed the last bite of the sesame seed cake.
He slowly wiped his mouth with a tissue, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
"If Jian Shen's millions of fans heard this, they would probably drown you in their spit."
Having many fans doesn't mean they're right.
Ye Xi gave a soft snort and turned off her phone screen.
She held the still-warm soup bowl in both hands, as if trying to absorb its warmth.
The voice lowered, the earlier teasing gone.
Instead, it exudes a cool and serious demeanor.
"In 'The Miracles of the Namiya General Store,' everyone says that Grandpa Namiya is a redemption."
But what about Kron, who wanted to be a musician?
Grandpa Namiya encouraged him to pursue his dreams, but what happened? He died in a fire.
Ye Xi raised her eyes, her gaze piercing straight at Lin Que:
"Although the book says that his songs have been passed down and his spirit has achieved immortality."
But this is like giving a death row inmate his last meal before he is executed.
No matter how lavish the meal, it cannot change the fact that the end result is death.
The so-called "solution" is nothing more than giving desperate people an excuse to keep living.
What else could this be but morphine?
Lin Que looked at her.
The dim lighting in the small shop softened the contours of her profile.
But it softened the sharpness in her words.
A pianist, a well-bred young lady bound by rules,
Yet he could see through the true nature of the identity of "Jian Shen" at a glance.
This is much more interesting than her sneaking a bite of plum blossom cake in the alley.
Lin Que leaned back against the somewhat greasy chair back.
He interlaced his fingers on his abdomen, striking a comfortable pose.
"So do you think it's wrong for doctors to prescribe painkillers to terminally ill patients?"
Ye Xi was taken aback.
"You're saying Jian Shen is a liar? Hmm... you could say that!"
Lin Que smiled, his tone relaxed.
"But most people in this world can't fight against despair by controlling vengeful spirits like Yang Jian."
They were ordinary people, suffocating under the weight of a ghost.
He paused.
"For ordinary people, pain is pain."
At this point, you're handing him an axe that could potentially kill a ghost or kill himself.
Should we give him a dose of morphine first, so he can get a good night's sleep tonight?
Lin Que glanced at the bustling street outside the door:
"This world is a giant ICU."
Jian Shen was just a doctor making rounds; he didn't have many miracle cures in his pocket, only a few painkillers.
So what if they lied? At least the patient can leave with a smile and some dignity.
Ye Xi stared at him blankly.
In her beautiful almond-shaped eyes,
It reflected Lin Que's young yet mature face.
These words sounded somewhat shameless.
Yet it also reveals a profound understanding and compassion for the world.
"you……"
Ye Xi opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to refute, but couldn't find a starting point.
After a long while, she suddenly lowered her head.
He poked at the few remaining strands of vermicelli at the bottom of the bowl with his chopsticks and muttered to himself:
"It's fallacious and heretical. But surprisingly, I find it somewhat reasonable."
"That's right."
Lin Que picked up the vinegar bottle on the table and shook it.
"Just like this duck blood and vermicelli soup, the authentic version must have chili oil added."
If you insist that clear broth is the only healthy option, you're just going against your own taste.
Ye Xi was amused by his nonsensical analogy and was about to say something...
A sudden ringing of a bell cut off the air between the two.
It's Yiruma's "Rain Imprint".
This is also a piece of music that Lin Que often listens to while writing in his studio.
The key shift from A-flat major to A major fully evokes the tranquility after a rainy night.
However, it seemed out of place in the small shop filled with the smell of duck fat.
Ye Xi's expression changed instantly.
The vibrant, lively expression that had just appeared faded away like the tide.
Instead, there is an almost reflexive tension and obedience.
She quickly pulled her phone out of her bag; two words flashed on the screen:
【Father】.
"I...I have to go."
Ye Xi didn't answer the phone; instead, she quickly silenced it and put the phone back in her bag.
She stood up and pulled the thick scarf up again.
It covered most of her face, and she pulled her beige hat down low.
In an instant, the lively girl who had just been complaining that "Jian Shen is a fraud" disappeared.
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