I had been crying for an unknown amount of time, and my tears had dried up. When there was no sound or even silence around me, the beggar stumbled out of the darkness.
Perhaps the wife's sacrifice brought him luck. While walking through the dark mountains and forests, the beggar never encountered any monsters or wild beasts.
But because of the darkness, he got lost in the mountains and forests, and it wasn't until two days later that he found his way.
Standing on the hill, bathed in the morning sun, the sluggish beggar looked to the east. His mind was full of the lady's voice and smile, and his weak body suddenly became energetic.
However, when he staggered back to the Demon City, he was greeted by devastation and a choking crematorium. Tears of regret immediately flowed down his face.
He made a burial mound out of shabby clothes he found in his ruined home, and guarded it day and night. He didn't know how long he stayed there.
He was determined to go with his wife, but when he picked up the knife, he couldn't bring himself to do so.
In this way, guilt and ridicule of his own cowardice kept wandering back and forth in his heart torturing him, hoping that there would be a way to rescue him.
Finally, while eating for the rest of their lives, the beggars looked at the grains of rice mixed with sand and gravel and remembered the Yangzhou fried rice they had always dreamed of.
Bring a bowl of Yangzhou fried rice to the tomb! This became the way to escape that the beggar sought for himself.
So he started from the Demon City, which was full of ruins and was being rebuilt, and walked south along the avenue to the small town.
Fortunately, the monsters in the mountains along the way were wiped out when the monsters were rampaging. Otherwise, the beggar would have become someone else's meal.
After listening to the beggar's story, the little fat man couldn't help but slow down his chewing speed and carefully smacked the bowl of Yangzhou fried rice in his mouth, which was very important to others.
Mrs. Mo was also there to educate him: "Aren't you touched by the Yangzhou fried rice that others will never taste until their death? Shouldn't you cherish it especially?"
The little fat man nodded, but when he saw his mother eating voraciously, he realized that what he just said was all his mother's tricks.
Just as he was about to catch up, Mrs. Mo pointed her finger at him and threatened: "Touched!"
The little fat man looked at the newly-ignited flame of addiction to spanking her son in her eyes, and hurriedly shook his head, not daring to move.
After listening to the beggar's story for the rest of his life, he had a different perception, because the cold voice of the system rang in his ears:
Congratulations to the host for using delicious food to successfully inspire regret and hatred in diners, and to initially understand the way of cooking. The road to becoming a chef has begun, and the current progress is one-tenth.
Later, the system also gave Yu Sheng a reward, which was to improve the cooking skills of Yangzhou fried rice, but the improvement was not the deliciousness, but the expression of emotion.
For Yu Sheng, this was just an unexpected surprise. He now focused on the female ghost sitting opposite the beggar.
While the beggar was telling their story, the female ghost kept staring at him, her expression changing from indifferent at first to being a little moved when the beggar banged his head on the table.
Later, the expression on her face became so complicated that Yu Sheng could not guess it.
At this time, the rain outside became even heavier. It was pouring down, and a river formed in front of the door. It had already submerged one step of the inn, and it was no longer up to the ankles of passers-by.
It was quiet inside the inn.
Some people think beggars are unworthy, while others think beggars are excusable. In the face of life and death, many oaths made to each other are empty, and beggars are just mortals after all.
The beggar ate half of his meal and his heart was broken. He kept crying and lamenting in a low voice. The female ghost looked at him without moving her gaze.
I don't know how much time passed, but when the sky got dark, Yu Sheng heard the female ghost let out a leisurely sigh.
He looked up and saw the female ghost reaching out to grab the tea cup in front of him. Yu Sheng hurriedly helped her move it over and poured a cup of tea.
Others thought Yu Sheng's actions were a bit baffling, until they saw a line of words slowly appearing one stroke at a time on the clean desktop.
Everyone immediately gathered their heads around, and the beggar was even more stunned when he saw the words, "This, this is..."
That was a line of words written by a female ghost while dipped in tea: Live well.
The beggar burst into tears and cried loudly. He lay on the table and grabbed the seat opposite, but found nothing.
In Yu Sheng's eyes, the beggar's hand passed directly through the female ghost.
"Meier, is it you?! I'm sorry for you, I'm cowardly, I'm weak, I deserve to die, I'm really sorry for you." The beggar cried like crazy.
"I have failed you, you hit me, you killed me, okay? I beg you, please let me be freed." The beggar, who was deeply regretful, longed for relief.
But isn’t this a kind of cowardice?
"Dang clang", the beggar suddenly thought of something and sat down to push the plate, "Here, this is the Yangzhou fried rice you have been dreaming of. I found it, can I give it to you?"
He hummed, his tone full of longing.
Yu Sheng saw the female ghost stand up and write another line on the table: "I never blame you, live well."
The beggar cried bitterly and felt a little relieved. For him, the words "I never blame you" are the best comfort.
However, when I looked at the female ghost for the rest of her life, it didn't look like she had ever blamed him.
The female ghost had already walked outside the door, climbed up the steps, and got into the rain curtain.
"Wait a minute." Feng'er suddenly shouted and chased after him.
She stopped in front of the female ghost and asked carefully, "Do you really forgive me?"
As expected of being of the same kind, the female ghost actually knew what Feng'er wanted to ask her.
She lightly opened her red lips: "What if you really forgive me? What if you don't really forgive me? That's it. I just hope that he will live happily in the future."
"Do you still love him?" Feng'er opened her eyes wide and looked at the female ghost in disbelief.
In her opinion, the beggar had already done such a sorry thing to the female ghost, and the female ghost should have let go long ago.
"Since I died for him, of course I loved him." The female ghost said slowly, looking at the rain.
For the beggar's greed for life and fear of death, you may be disappointed, you may be sad, you may feel that the love in this life is not worth it, but love is love and will not be affected by any factors.
"Don't you stop loving the person you love?" the female ghost asked in return.
Feng'er shook her head. There are many idiots in the world who know that the other person doesn't love them, but they still love them to the death and are willing to do everything for them.
Thinking about it, it is acceptable for the female ghost to still love her.
But Feng'er didn't know that it was because of love that the female ghost was hurt the most.
Therefore, at the end, the female ghost sighed and said: "If there is an afterlife, I hope not to meet him again."
Once they met, she might have fallen in love with him in her past life, but when she thought about it now, she felt heartbroken.
The female ghost disappeared in the rain curtain, going nowhere, leaving Feng'er to stay where she was, looking at the direction in which she disappeared, and smacking her words.
"You spent so many days saving words just to ask this question?" Yu Sheng stood in the rain and asked in confusion.
Feng'er turned around and saw Yu Sheng standing in the rain being avoided by the raindrops, "I just..."
"What did you say?" Yu Sheng saw Feng'er speak, but only heard two words.
Feng'er said it again, but no sound came out. She was stunned for a moment. Feng'er stamped her foot in annoyance, and all the words she had saved were used up!
"I let you spend your money wantonly, do you regret it now?" Yu Sheng gloated, and suddenly heard a "quacking" sound coming from behind him.
He turned around and saw that the ducks and geese in the inn were actually outside, swimming happily to the front of the inn along the river formed by the heavy rain on the street.
"Why didn't you lock the ducks and geese in the shed?" Yu Sheng entered the inn and asked everyone.
"Mother Hu is in charge of this matter." Everyone raised their hands, and Guaizai was among them.
"I thought Xiaobai would take care of them when he came back." Hu's mother was pointed at by everyone and hurriedly made excuses, "It's so easy for Xiaobai to take care of them. They all go back obediently after calling them. How tiring it is for me to take care of them.
I have to fight wits and courage, and I have to prevent them from ruining my appearance. It is simply the most tiring job in the world."
"Is it tiring to take care of chickens, ducks and geese?" Mrs. Mo looked up at him and said disdainfully: "That's because you are never married."