Do you really think you can get me with just a banana?

The sky gradually darkened, and the night, like a thick black cloth, silently covered the earth. Fortunately, candles were lit in the hall, dispelling the darkness in time.

A breeze blew outside the hall, and the candlelight swayed in the wind. The flickering flame woke Guan Shanyu up. He rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw from afar that Song Ziye was still looking at files and documents under the candlelight.

Except for a few disciples who brought meals to the Sutra Library at noon and in the evening, he and Song Ziye were the only ones there most of the time.

Guan Shanyu knew that those who delivered meals could not possibly prepare meals for him. In addition, he was exhausted and dazed for days. Perhaps he wanted to move less and consume less calories, or perhaps his body was too tired and he wanted to have a good rest. Anyway, he curled up in a corner and fell asleep in a short while.

But at night, he was inevitably woken up by hunger. He hadn't eaten for four days. If he hadn't practiced Taoism, he would have died long ago.

When he opened his eyes, the candlelight made him feel dazed.

Song Ziye sat among the pile of files, reading the materials in his hands attentively. Guan Shanyu put down his hands that were rubbing his eyes and shrank his neck a little because he felt a little cold.

While he was moving, he suddenly noticed something strange at his feet. He looked carefully and found that it was a plate of food.

Guan Shanyu stared blankly at the plate of food, thinking that he was hallucinating because of hunger.

After his stomach growled twice more, Song Ziye noticed Guan Shanyu's movements and turned to say with a smile, "Are you awake? Stop staring at him and eat something. You probably haven't been able to eat properly these past few days. You've lost a lot of weight and look unrecognizable."

Guan Shanyu looked down at his dirty, dry hands, and hesitantly took two steps forward. After reaching the plate, he carefully grabbed a steamed bun and slowly put it into his mouth, chewing while looking at Song Ziye vigilantly. After taking two bites, he saw that Song Ziye was just staring at him gently, with no intention of teasing him, so he rushed forward, grabbed the steamed bun and pancake, and started eating them in big mouthfuls.

When people are extremely hungry, they don't care about anything. Guan Shanyu used to be an elegant young man who ate slowly and carefully. When he was at home, his mother even said that he ate like a girl because he ate too slowly. But after experiencing hunger, he didn't care about manners anymore. He just wanted to eat as much as he could, preferably until he died of overeating!

For the first time in my life, an idea came to my mind.

md Pickles and white steamed buns are so delicious!

Seeing him eating so eagerly, Song Ziye shook his head helplessly and smiled, "The steamed buns might be a little hard, so drinking some porridge with them will be good for your stomach. I wanted to wake you up this afternoon, but you must have suffered a lot these past two days and didn't get enough rest, so I'll let you sleep in a little longer."

Guan Shanyu was nodding and chewing on the steamed bun, but when he heard Song Ziye say that he must have suffered a lot in the past two days, he could no longer chew the bun in his mouth, and tears flowed out of his eyes unconsciously.

When a person suffers a great injustice, slander and blame may not necessarily hit him, but a word of concern from a passerby can easily break his defenses.

Guan Shanyu had suffered a great injustice. He traveled through time inexplicably, accepted a mission inexplicably, and then became a murderer inexplicably. He was locked up in a shabby place like a water dungeon and beaten every day. Who could bear this?

More than once he felt that his life was as useless as the bow on the front of his underwear.

His stomach was still growling in protest. Guan Shanyu cried as he ate his steamed bun, swallowing his tears mixed with snot. He cried while protesting his injustice: "I really didn't collude with the demons. I was really wronged!"

Song Ziye looked at him like this, feeling mixed emotions.

There was not a single spot on Guan Shanyu's body that was in good condition. His hair was as messy as weeds, and his clothes had been rolled in the mud so many times that their original color could no longer be seen. They were hanging on his body in gray strips, and his body was covered in bloodstains.

It looked so disheveled, as if it was a rag doll pulled out of a trash can. It was sitting on the ground, holding a steamed bun and crying loudly. It was both pitiful and heartbreaking.

When Guan Shanyu finally stopped crying and remembered to drink the porridge, Song Ziye comforted him softly: "I believe you didn't do that. It should have nothing to do with this case."

Guan Shanyu put down the bowl with tears in his eyes, his eyes still red like a little white rabbit. He asked in a hoarse voice, "Yes, but how did you know that, Master Song?"

Song Ziye smiled and said, "Call me Brother Song. I've checked you out, and your background is very clean. Generally, only those desperate enough would serve the demons in exchange for rewards or to fulfill certain wishes. But during the time you've been in Tianxuan, I've visited your fellow disciples there, and they describe you as being powerless. After completing your daily homework, you just want to find a place to slack off. You have no big ambitions, nor do you seem to have any wishes that can only be fulfilled through the demons, so this doesn't fit the description. Haha, I'm not saying you're not striving for progress."

"Also, um, your cultivation level doesn't currently meet the threshold for you to serve the demons. Since the demons have all but vanished in recent years, if they need help, they'll look for someone with high cultivation, someone who can deliver a fatal blow. It's not like they'll help you just because you ask for it. Combining the points I've mentioned before, you're not a strong suspect. Most likely, you've offended someone and been framed."

In short, if you lack motivation and ability, the demons won't necessarily want you even if they give you away for free. At most, you will just be a scapegoat.

Guan Shanyu took a look at the steamed bun in his hand and wanted to cry again.

Of course he thought that someone was deliberately framing him, but he didn't know why that person chose him, nor did he know who wanted to do this.

If you can't figure it out no matter how hard you try, you can think about it later. At least Song Ziye is here now. Although the murderer is still undetermined, he has at least cleared half of his name.

It’s enough not to be beaten three times a day.

Guan Shanyu lowered his head and took a bite of his steamed bun. Now that his stomach was full, he could think of other things. The two of them stayed quietly in the Sutra Library for a long time, until the wind outside the window died down and the bowl of porridge in his hand was empty. Only then did Guan Shanyu dare to secretly raise his head and quietly look at Song Ziye.

When I created Yan Ruchen, I simply treated him as the hero of a cool novel. I piled layer upon layer of buffs on him, giving him all the hottest cheats on the market, just hoping that this character's story would be cool and explosive enough to make his articles popular, so that he could at least support himself.

Therefore, Yan Ruchen was just a character created to please the public, and when Guan Shanyu created the second male lead, Song Ziye, he had some selfish motives of his own.

When he was a child, he liked a brother from the neighborhood very much. The brother was polite, gentle, handsome, and super generous. Every time he came, he would bring him a lot of snacks that he had never eaten before. Because of his good grades, he was recognized as the "other people's child" in the alley, and naturally became Guan Shanyu's little idol.

Because his parents were busy with work, Guan Shanyu was often sent to his brother's house to do homework. There, he could not only get free meals and snacks, but also have his handsome brother to tutor him. It was a rare and beautiful memory in his bitter childhood.

It is said that creation comes from life, and the prototype of each character will be more or less similar to someone you know in real life. Therefore, when Guan Shanyu wrote the character Song Ziye, he portrayed the gentle second male lead, who has a completely different personality from Yan Ruchen, as the shadow of his brother in his childhood.

At this moment, Guan Shanyu was sitting on the ground, staring at Song Ziye's profile, which seemed to have been polished by warm water, in the flickering candlelight. His thoughts drifted back to the past.

The neighbor's brother went abroad to study after high school. Later, I heard that he started a family and a career abroad and never came back. I have never seen him again. But now, because of my accidental travel through the book, I seem to have seen him again, and it seems that I saw the appearance of that brother when he grew up. It was like a reunion across time and space.

Thinking of this, Guan Shanyu smiled unconsciously.

Song Ziye heard the voice, looked up from the pile of files, smiled back and asked, "What's wrong?"

Guan Shanyu waved his hand and said seriously, "Senior Brother Song, I haven't thanked you formally yet. If you hadn't come, I'd probably still be in the water dungeon getting beaten three times a day."

Song Ziye smiled and nodded, his eyes fell on Guan Shanyu's unhealed wound, and said: "Uncle Yue was really heavy-handed. If you stay in Tianxuan in the future, if your wound is not healed, it will probably affect your cultivation. Take this, apply it once in the morning and evening, it will be good for the healing of the wound." As he said, he tossed over a small silver bottle.

Guan Shanyu caught it steadily. When he saw that it was medicine, he felt even more grateful. He quickly clasped his hands together and thanked the master repeatedly. Then he couldn't wait to open the bottle and began to apply the medicine on the wound.

Guan Shanyu didn't really care whether the shadow affected his cultivation or not. He felt that he probably wouldn't be able to stay in the mountains anymore. He just wanted the whip marks on his body to heal faster, so that they wouldn't leave scars on his body and prevent him from marrying a beautiful wife after escaping from the mountain.

However, it is easy to apply the medicine to the arms and legs, but it is inconvenient to apply it to the back where the injury is most serious. He can't see it and can't reach it with his hands. If he accidentally touches the wound that has not yet healed, Guan Shanyu will grimace in pain.

Song Ziye watched silently for a long time. Seeing that Guan Shanyu was almost twisted into a knot and couldn't apply the medicine well, he finally couldn't help but say, "Forget it, let me help you."