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There are various stalls facing the street, forming a lively morning market.Those who sell meals, those who sell flowers and vegetables, those who sell fish, and those who set up pots and stoves to boil water and sell wash water.

The two came late, most of the stalls were closed, they bought some food and went back to the house.

Mingyi was holding a cake in his arms and was eating it. The crust was thin and crispy, with a salty aroma, as if he had rolled it layer by layer many times. Every time he kneaded some lard, green onion, salt and pepper, and rolled it out carefully, finally To have such a taste.

The cake was wrapped with a little meat stuffing, chopped until soft, marinated with special seasoning to taste, and then the whole cake was fried in lard until it was golden brown, it was hot out of the pan, wrapped in oiled paper, and Mingyi took it into his hand, He gasped and endured the heat and ate it.

Mingyi ate to his heart's content, almost to the point of tears of happiness: he can eat meat in the morning!Still hot out of the pan!You can eat as much as you want!

When he was at home, when he came back from farm work in the morning, there was usually a bowl of cold paste on the stove, sometimes rice porridge, sometimes wild vegetable roots.Occasionally some dry food can be served, but most of the time there is no.

Did he actually live a life of eating meat every day until he was full?

He Chen glanced at him, and saw that his fingertips were scorched red, which was particularly vivid on his thin and thin hands.

He Chen turned his eyes indifferently, and thought to himself, he really is a fool, he is so hot that he is eager to eat.

He Chen stopped in his tracks when he entered the house, and lightly told Ming Yi, "Wait for me in the study after eating."

After speaking, he walked to the corridor on the right, and after taking two steps, he felt footsteps behind him.He turned his head and met Shang Mingyi's innocent looking eyes. The young man was still following behind him, his steps were not big, and he looked a little obedient.

Mingyi still had food stuffed in his mouth, his cheeks were puffy, and he looked at He Chen with bright eyes.He seemed to want to say something, so he hurriedly chewed what was in his mouth, and swallowed it in two mouthfuls, like a little hamster.

Then, he shyly said inarticulately: "I, I don't know the way..."

He Chen: ...

Also.

He had no choice but to turn around and lead Mingyi to the side door for a few steps, then pointed to the half pavilion by the wall: "Sit there and wait for me."

Ming Yi nodded, walked over to sit down, and continued to eat pancakes.

It doesn't taste like much, but it smells good!It tastes hot and crispy, and the whole person feels warm after eating it.

Very nice.

Ming Yi gnawed out the scum on his face, raised his face, and wiped it with his hands.

Looking up, he saw the carved flowers under the eaves of the pavilion.

Half of the pavilion leans against the wall, as if a complete pavilion is cut in the middle by the wall.The exposed half is divided into three eaves, supported by two pillars in the middle, and there is a wooden hollow carving under each eaves.

At this moment, the sun was just right, and it came in through the carvings.

Ming Yi stopped his movements, turned his head in a daze, and saw the carved shadows cast on the white wall, which were clear and beautiful.

At the moment of discovery, he was a little excited and subconsciously stretched out his hand to the side, as if calling for someone to watch this scene.

He stretched out his hand, but it was empty.Mingyi looked blankly at his outstretched hand, not knowing what he was going to do.As far as the eye can see, there is only a clump of bamboo growing beside the pavilion.

He suddenly felt a vague sense of familiarity.Has he ever been here?

After a pause, he picked up the cake and continued to nibble, without thinking about it.

Impossible, it was the first time he had left the village to the capital when he grew up so big, how could he have seen such a beautiful place, it must be an illusion.

At the same time, He Chen wandered around the house and came to a very remote courtyard.

Sitting in the yard was a little old man, short in stature, with white beard and hair, his long-lived eyebrows almost hanging down to the ground, squinting his eyes to bask in the sun.

Seeing He Chen coming in, the little old man raised his eyelids to look at him, closed them again, and asked him, "What's the matter?"

The little old man exudes a faint evil spirit, he is an old monster whose lifespan is nearing the end of his life.

He Chen went to sit opposite him in a smooth manner, poured himself a cup of tea, and said simply: "I feel that way again. It's happening more and more frequently recently."

"Ang, you..." The little old man raised his eyelids and looked at him again, "You're almost an adult, it's normal."

After a pause, the little old man said again: "Hmm... human taste? Didn't you bring someone back, why didn't you eat him?"

He Chen lowered his eyes and gently shook the tea in his hand.The tea soup was bright yellow and clear, reminding him of a kind of soft white light inexplicably.

"Not yet."

The old monster opened his eyes and looked at him: "Not in time? If you stop eating him, no one knows what will happen when you become an adult."

He Chen didn't answer, as if he had suddenly developed a great interest in this cup of tea, and after finishing the tea soup, he began to caress the pattern of the teacup again.

The old monster came to a sudden: "You... don't let your heart soften and refuse to do it?"

"No." He Chen replied quickly.

The old monster scoffed: "All monsters want to eat people. If you don't eat people, you are not a real monster. Back then, I ate people before I was an adult, and I couldn't count the number of people I ate. Later, That is one a day, as a snack, crunchy..."

He Chen has heard this set of words since he was a child, and he would naively ask: Is it true that every monster must eat people?

The old monster always replied: Yes!Just have to eat, people are delicious.Monsters don't eat people, that's not a good monster, it's very embarrassing.

And this time, He Chen raised his eyes and asked for the first time: "What is it like to be human?"

The old monster groaned for a while, then said, "It's just human. It's delicious."

He Chen took a sip of tea, and following the words of the old monster, he remembered the time when he had just grabbed the food reserves, and seemed to smell a faint bamboo fragrance on him.But that taste was fleeting, more like his illusion.

For some reason, the fragrant tea soup in my mouth suddenly seemed a little tasteless, probably because it had been soaked too many times, and it was already a little watery.He Chen put down the tea, got up and walked out of the yard.

The words of the old monster came from behind: "It's better to eat quickly, don't hesitate."

He Chen didn't answer, and gradually walked away.

When I walked back to the half-side pavilion just now, I saw that the food reserve was still sitting there obediently.

The food reserve seemed to be bored waiting, and he was gesticulating something against the wall.He Chen took a closer look and saw that he was making a hand shadow. The sunlight penetrated through his hand and cast the shadow on the snow-white wall, which was very clear.

He Chen's footsteps paused.

Ming Yi was having a good time. He first straightened his thumb, curled his index finger and middle finger together, and curled his ring finger and little finger together, making a wolf's head on the wall.Then he moved his ring finger and little finger slightly, and the wolf on the wall opened its mouth wide, and Ming Yi enthusiastically dubbed it: "Wow!"

Super fierce.

After playing for a while, he remembered to look back to see if He Chen had returned, but when he turned around, he saw a tall figure in a black robe standing behind him.He Chen held the handle of the black bone fan in one hand, and put the head of the fan in the palm of the other hand. He was looking at Mingyi, and he had stood behind him for an unknown how long.

Mingyi was a little embarrassed all of a sudden, and hurriedly turned around: "He Chen, you're back."

He Chen said nothing, and said lightly, "Let's go."

After walking for a while, He Chen asked him, "Do you like playing hand shadow?"

"Yeah!" Mingyi laughed, "The children in our village have been playing this since they were young. I'm pretty good at it. I didn't need anyone to teach me when I was young, and I learned a lot of tricks."

He Chen was silent for a while, then said, "...Don't talk about me."

The two entered the previous study room, and Ming Yi saw clearly the door plaque this time: Ru Gu Xuan.

He Chen walked to the table, picked up the ink stick and rubbed it, and said to Ming Yi, "Come here."

Ming Yi walked over obediently, and He Chen said, "Write down the words you know."

Mingyi blinked: "Okay."

He looked very well-behaved, and he didn't look like he would make the teacher so angry that he would say "teach whoever loves him".

He Chen looked at Mingyi reaching for the pen, feeling a little disdainful in his heart: the teacher probably just sabotaged his work and made excuses.