After losing his job, he was picked up by a treasure girl and taken home

"We're here."

After getting off the motorcycle, Ye Shuang looked around and found that this was just an ordinary urban area. Although Zhanmen was also included in Haizhu, it was not actually developed. After all, the city's focus was on the east, and the west was often ignored and there were many rural areas, so it was often ridiculed as a suburb.

But the residents of Zhanmen didn't feel anything. Not to mention that their lives had basically not changed, and the Cantonese provinces have always been "same voice and same spirit". There are some differences in the language factions in the east and west of the city. So although Zhanmen is included in Haizhu City, going to the urban area means going to Haizhu, not going to the urban area.

"There really aren't any tall buildings here... I think I came to Crocodile Island when I was a kid." Ye Shuang looked around, and at this moment, a voice came from the side, "Help me."

Ye Shuang looked sideways and found that An Shiyu had a little difficulty getting off the motorcycle. She was not tall, about 1.6 meters tall, but it was still a little difficult to control the motorcycle.

Twisting her ankles left and right, the pair of small leather shoes looked a bit fun.

"Wouldn't it be better to buy a smaller motorcycle?" Ye Shuang walked to An Shiyu's side and helped her park the motorcycle.

"I like big ones."

"..."

After getting off the car, An Shiyu stretched, and then her body exaggeratedly bent back, with amazing flexibility.

"Okay, let's go." An Shiyu said.

"Buy milk tea here?" Ye Shuang pointed to the residential building in front. Most of the people here are local villagers. There are no other places except supermarkets selling daily necessities and some restaurants, right?

"Let's go."

An Shiyu was walking outside, and Ye Shuang followed her.

The girl led Ye Shuang around, and finally walked into an alley, and then walked to the end.

A dilapidated little house appeared in front of them. There was a sign on the top of the entrance, but it was no longer clear what was written on it. The sign was completely white, and it was eroded by time.

An Shiyu staggered and walked directly in.

Although Ye Shuang was puzzled, he followed in.

It was a little dark inside, and there was a smell of old mixed with cement floor. After Ye Shuang saw the layout of the house clearly, he found that it was a small store - although it was a small store, it actually didn't sell anything, just a simple cardboard box with scattered spicy strips in it, and even dust on it.

On the counter next to it, there were several glass jars filled with cow ears, peanuts, melon seeds and other things.

An old man was sitting behind the counter. It was summer, but he was wearing a cotton hat. The wrinkles on his face were as deep as if they were cut by a knife.

"Grandma, give me two cups of milk tea and some melon seeds and peanuts." An Shiyu stood in front of the counter and spoke to the old man.

A few seconds later, the old man opened his cloudy eyes and slowly stood up.

Her hands were shaking a little, but she still took the plastic bag and gave An Shiyu some peanuts and melon seeds. At this time, An Shiyu also walked to the freezer beside her and took out two cups of wet milk tea.

It was an old-fashioned refrigerator, and the drinks inside were soaked in ice water.

"How much?"

"Two cups of milk tea, peanuts..." The old man muttered, stretching out his five skinny fingers, "2 yuan."

But An Shiyu took out a hundred-yuan bill and stuffed it into a drawer beside him, "Okay, I'll put it here."

"Okay... okay." The old man hunched over and sat back on the chair.

An Shiyu didn't say much, and left the store with the things in her hand.

Seeing this, Ye Shuang, who was standing by, had no choice but to follow.

"You came all the way here just to buy these things?" Ye Shuang walked to An Shiyu's side and asked, "Are they so delicious?"

An Shiyu peeled two peanuts and handed them to Ye Shuang.

Ye Shuang put them in her mouth, but frowned the next moment, "It's old."

"Yeah, old, just like that old lady." An Shiyu took Ye Shuang to a stone step in the corner of the village and sat down.

"That old lady lost her father in her childhood, her husband and son in her middle age, and even her grandchildren in her old age." An Shiyu opened the bottle of milk tea and drank it. "Everyone in the village said she was a jinx, like an old item that was not liked everywhere and was a hindrance everywhere."

Ye Shuang also picked up the bottle of milk tea and found that it was expired.

"Expired."

"Yeah." An Shiyu didn't seem to care much. She drank milk tea and looked at the farmland not far away.

Seeing this, Ye Shuang also drank

One sip, the taste of low-quality creamer, too sweet, not very delicious.

"So you came all the way here just to help her?"

"Not really." An Shiyu said, "I just promised her that I would collect her body when she died."

"But she should have forgotten it. After all, it's normal for her to have Alzheimer's disease at such an old age."

The air was silent for a moment, and Ye Shuang suddenly felt that the milk tea in his hand seemed to be getting harder and harder to drink. He peeled a few more peanuts and ate them. Chewing them in his mouth, it didn't taste good, just like chewing hard mud.

"Uncle, do you believe in fate?" An Shiyu suddenly looked over, and the eyes under her bangs flashed with emotions that Ye Shuang couldn't understand.

"I don't believe it."

"I don't believe it either." An Shiyu said, her voice suddenly paused, and continued, "But I found that some people's fate seems to be destined, and no matter how hard they try, they can't change it."

"But some people need to struggle before they know, 'Ah, it turns out that hard work is really useless, and it can't change the already destined ending.'"

"At your age, why do you think so much?" Ye Shuang smiled, then drank the milk tea in one breath, "Hmm, it's really hard to drink."

Screwing the lid, Ye Shuang put the empty bottle into a plastic bag, "Sometimes, people don't have to live for a happy ending. Isn't it nice to have a beautiful process?"

"If the painful ending is really destined, make the process more wonderful."

An Shiyu looked at Ye Shuang, as if thinking about something, until a few minutes later, she stood up, "Go back."

"So soon?"

"Do you want to spend the night here?" An Shiyu lowered her head and looked at Ye Shuang, "It's not impossible, let's find a hotel to sleep."

"Then there's no need."

An Shiyu packed up the milk tea and other things again.

"Don't want to drink anymore?"

"Yeah, it's a bit hard to drink."

Ye Shuang: "..."

After returning to the motorcycle, Ye Shuang looked at the girl standing next to him wearing a helmet and asked, "Why don't you get on it?"

"I'm tired and don't want to drive."

"It's better to drive out from the beginning." Ye Shuang sighed, took the key from the girl, and directly lit the motorcycle.

"Okay, get on it."

Ye Shuang put on the helmet and just finished speaking, but found that there was no movement behind him.

He turned around in confusion, but found that An Shiyu was curled up on the ground, with one hand covering his chest-

"An Shiyu?!"