After I died, the male supporting characters all turned black and went crazy

The action caught Song Qi's attention. Looking at Su Ping, who had been acting abnormally from the beginning, he quickly reached out and tightly held her hand that was holding the edge of the table.

The painful expression on her face didn't seem fake. Was it true that the environment here made her so uncomfortable?

"you……"

Su Ping looked at Song Qi's face in front of him, and suddenly seemed to remember something. He shook off his hand and covered his head with his hands, his face becoming even more painful.

Her action made Song Qi's face flash with hurt, but he quickly concealed his emotions and went over to hold her shoulders.

He suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart and was a little scared.

The look in the senior sister's eyes when she looked at me just now was clearly one of physical fear. Was she also recalling some bad memories like me?

"Senior, did you remember something?"

Song Qi's words instantly relieved the pain in Su Ping's head. She opened her eyes and asked.

"Should I remember something?"

The two looked at each other, and Song Qi was obviously relieved. He smiled and said casually: "It's nothing, senior sister, you just scared me."

Su Ping felt a strange feeling in her heart, and she always felt that he was hiding something from her.

Uncle Zhang had already wiped the table and called two people over.

"Don't just stand there. I'll make you some handmade noodles. They're really chewy."

Looking at the smile on Uncle Zhang's face, Su Ping thought of the scene just now, suppressed the thoughts in his heart, nodded, and walked over to sit down with Song Qi.

She hadn't thought much about it at first, but the question Song Qi asked her just now made her cautious.

Why did he ask himself if he remembered something? Was he afraid of remembering something?

Looking at Song Qi, who was wiping the table in front of him with a tissue, Su Ping asked tentatively, "Song Qi, have we known each other before?"

Without the joking tone of "Classmate Song", Song Qi paused.

After a while, she looked up and said with a smile: "I don't know you, or did you just remember something?"

He calmly changed the subject while observing the subtle expressions on Su Ping's face.

But surprisingly, Su Ping was just stunned for a moment and didn't say anything else. He nodded and said okay.

It was July, but she suddenly felt a little cold, the kind of cold that started from her limbs and spread to her bones and swallowed her up.

Song Qi's answer just now was too calm, but it was this flawless tone that made it seem a little fake.

She became even more certain that he must know something, perhaps it was really related to the part of her missing memory.

She thought she had to hurry up and find a way to remember the missing memory as soon as possible.

Thinking of the other two people who made her feel the same way, Su Ping pursed her lips and decided to try to interact with them more to see if she could remember anything.

For a moment, both of them were preoccupied with their own thoughts, and no one spoke.

The strange atmosphere was not broken until Uncle Zhang came over with two bowls of steaming beef noodles.

"Come, try Zhang's beef noodles."

Uncle Zhang smiled and placed the beef noodles in front of Su Ping, and helped her get a pair of chopsticks.

This was just an ordinary action, but Song Qi was a little nervous.

He looked at Su Ping who didn't move, and couldn't help but start to think more.

A rich lady like my senior who has been brought up in pampered condition would probably dislike the recycled chopsticks sold at this stall.

Just when he was thinking about whether he should find an excuse to help Su Ping rinse the chopsticks in boiling water, he saw Su Ping smiled and nodded, picked up the chopsticks nonchalantly, picked up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth.

Then he smiled with satisfaction and looked at Uncle Zhang, who gave a positive evaluation: "Wow, it's really delicious!"

At this time, another new customer walked in. Uncle Zhang responded and said apologetically to the two of them: "Then you two eat first, I'll go over and get busy."

Su Ping took a bite of noodles and found that Song Qi next to him had not moved.

She couldn't help but be surprised and asked, "What's wrong? Aren't you going to eat?"

Her tone was normal, as if the scene just now had never happened.

Song Qi shook his head and suddenly felt a little sad.

He lowered his head and stirred the noodles in the bowl with his chopsticks, saying, "Nothing, I just suddenly thought of some things from the past."

Looking at the steam slowly rising from the bowl, Song Qi slowly began to speak.

"When I was little, because my mother was in poor health, the neighbors looked down on my sister and me and wouldn't let their own children play with us."

"After my mother passed away, my sister and I had nothing to eat. Uncle Zhang would always bring us beef soup and noodles after closing his stall, saying they were leftovers."

"If it weren't for his bowls of noodle soup, my sister and I wouldn't have survived that winter."

When Su Ping heard this, he realized that the bowl of noodles in front of him actually had such a meaning to him.

Hearing that his tone was a little choked, she put her chopsticks on the bowl, patted his shoulder and comforted him: "It's okay, that's all in the past. You are grown up now. Just forget those unpleasant memories of your childhood."

It's not that she hadn't thought about how hard Song Qi and his sister had lived when they were little, but she had never imagined it was so hard.

Song Qi nodded, but the hand hanging on his other side clenched into a fist little by little.

There are some things he thinks he will never forget.

Some people are really worse than animals.

Feeling the table start to shake, Su Ping thought it was an earthquake.

He put down his chopsticks and looked around quickly. He found that everything was normal except the table in front of him was shaking. Then he looked at Song Qi beside him.

It was the first time she saw such an expression on his face, such overwhelming hatred, as if he had remembered something bad.

A warmth came from the back of his hand, and Song Qi's thoughts came back to his senses from that rainy night, and he looked down.

A white, slender hand was covering the back of his hand, with white fingertips and nails a healthy pink.

They were the most beautiful hands he had ever seen.

"what happened to you?"

Because he brought her here specifically to eat beef noodles, and seeing that he looked like he was about to have an attack, Su Ping resisted the urge to get up and run away, and asked.

All the terrifying emotions just now suddenly disappeared after meeting Su Ping's eyes.

Fortunately, fortunately she is still by my side.

Fortunately, she didn't remember those things, and he suddenly didn't want her to recover her memory so much.

He just had to bear those painful memories alone. It was fine as it was now. At least nothing had happened between them and there was still time for everything.

Song Qi shook his head and smiled: "It's okay, I just thought of some bad things."