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What is the world like?Luo Yang didn't know, and didn't want to know.

But at this moment, he had a vague feeling that the world in front of him was just this bowl of hot vegetable and egg noodles, and it was served by this young man who didn't look rich.

The white porcelain bowl was steaming and steaming, covered with mist, and looked extraordinarily hazy, like a blur between reality and illusion.

Luo Yang thought, his current mental state should be a little trance.

Through these layers of etherealness, Luo Yang raised his eyes and looked at the person sitting next to him seriously, meticulously.

A depressed peaked cap, without pattern decoration, is pure black. It seems to have been used for a long time, and the corners are slightly worn, but its owner seems to like it very much, so it still looks very Comfortable texture.

Wearing an ordinary but very neat black jacket with a blue and white stand-up collar shirt inside, it is very mix-and-match style, it looks messy, but it looks very good on people, there are models on the catwalk the taste of.

A mess of short hair, as if he had randomly grabbed two handfuls after crawling out of bed early in the morning.

There was a cold wind blowing, gently lifting up those few strands of hair, revealing the narrow and long eyes like a fox, with a bit of cunning.

His face looked a little pale at the moment, but his nose was abnormally red. It was unknown whether it was smoked by the hot bowl of noodles in his hand, or blown by the cold wind from the spacious road.

But according to Luo Yang's guess, it should be more blown by the wind. After all, the street is cold and windy, and even Luo Yang himself has to tightly huddle himself into a ball, which is dirty and pungent. Smell the clothes, in order to ensure that the body heat is not excessively diffused.

A city with high-rise buildings, noisy and quiet streets, endless motorcades, porcelain white bowls, tender white hands... Perhaps it is not appropriate to describe a man's hands with words such as tender white, but Luo Yang But it was the first time I noticed the other party's hand, I thought of such a word.

The instant burst is like a wide open gate, without any hesitation.

The fresh faces of the people around him, coupled with the slightly rapid breathing... Luo Yang suddenly felt that the world that had been swaying all this time seemed to be much more stable.

It's like an old TV with white flowers shaking, suddenly clear.

Still in a trance, Luo Yang refocused his gaze on the food in his hands, and there were some incomprehensible emotions in his eyes.

It seems that he hasn't eaten such a bowl of food with such a complete color and fragrance for a long time.

It seems that it has been a long time... from the end of the previous life to the present.

Obviously there are only a few days, but it is extremely long with him, so long that he has almost forgotten who he is.

Is it Luo Yang, the idol who committed suicide on earth?Or the self-willed and degenerate Luo Yang on Blue Star?

He didn't know, at least not at this moment.

Everything is like looking at flowers on horseback, he can't find his own belonging in this world.

"Here, here you are." Wei Ran held the bowl of vegetable and egg noodles, his palms were warm, and there was a little warmth in his tired eyes.

Although he knew that just a bowl of ramen was of no use to a homeless man, but as far as the current situation was concerned, it was probably the most eye-catching thing he could come up with.

After all, for a single man who has been out of work for three months and has not found a job this month, he is literally broke and at risk of going home in embarrassment.

Which man doesn't have the lofty ambition to lash out at Fang Qiu?Don't want to save face?

Princes and generals are kind to each other - this is the most exciting sentence Wei Ran has ever heard, but it is more or less inapplicable to him at the moment.

After all, he was thinking of returning to his hometown with a fragrant car and a BMW, but the current situation... let's not talk about it.

Wei Ran's voice at the moment was very brisk and gentle, making the confused Luo Yang lost in the blink of an eye.

"Really, brother, you don't have to be polite to me. I can still afford a bowl of green vegetable and egg noodles."

Looking at the homeless man who was still staring at him blankly, Wei Ran pretended to laugh unrestrainedly, his eyes seemed to contain stars, but there was a faint sense of sadness.

Is this bowl of noodles, which seems to be a charity, really used by him to comfort the homeless man?Maybe yes, but maybe not.

They are all travelers in trouble, and if they say comfort or not, they are just asking for peace of mind.

Wei Ran stuffed the bowl in his hand into the man's hand, and suddenly turned his head to the busy traffic on the street.

This city is both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

Maybe, he really didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to return empty-handed to the hometown that seemed to be far away from him in his memory, even though he didn't feel any warmth in the city in front of him, even if going back might be A better choice, but to be honest, he really didn't want to leave for the time being.

But all in all, the reality is not as beautiful as the teenager's fantasy.

Amidst the din of scattered people, there was an extreme silence.

Wei Ran didn't know how to describe his mood at the moment.

But at this moment, Luo Yang concentrated his energy for the first time in such an atmosphere, and he seemed to understand the mind of the person in front of him in an instant.

It was full of bitterness and loss.

Behind this person's smile, there seemed to be something invisible surging slowly.

Luo Yang moved his fingers, lowered his head secretly, and then he mustered up the courage to look at the person next to him.

It seems that there has been no normal communication with other people for a long time. Luo Yang wanted to speak, and felt that he should speak something at this moment, but when the words reached his mouth, everything disappeared suddenly.

Therefore, he worked hard to pull himself together, and pulled out a slightly stiff smile at the person who pretended to be smiling. Even though he knew that in his current image, it would be better not to smile, but he still showed a smile. Smile, a smile that you think is polite.

Even now the other party seems to be letting go, and he can't see his response at all.

Carefully holding the bowl stuffed by the other party, feeling the warmth of his palm, Luo Yang smiled and then slowly lowered his head.

The white porcelain bowl formed a clear contrast with his dirty hands, which was completely different from the moving picture he saw just now, even the opposite.

Luo Yang, who still had a slight smile on his face, looked at this contrasting picture, and suddenly froze in place for a long time.

In his memory, this appearance of himself has never appeared before.

When I was wandering aimlessly, I never noticed these at all, but now, when I stopped, I seemed to notice it naturally.

Luo Yang just looked at his hand and the bowl in his hand, with a dull look in his eyes.

And Wei Ran, who was overwhelmed, naturally also noticed this scene, but he didn't say anything, he just gave Luo Yang a pair of chopsticks in his hand, and then picked up another bowl of noodles next to him, doing the same A bowl of fragrant vegetable and egg noodles.

Putting the chopsticks into the dazed Luo Yang's hand, he smiled heartily.

"Don't be dazed, eat quickly, I tell you, this noodle is the best when it is hot."

As he said, Wei Ran picked up the chopsticks and ate big mouthfuls, with a loud voice, without any image, and without the embarrassment of sitting on the side of the road eating with a homeless man, just like sitting at home in front of the TV Like grilled rice, it is natural and presumptuous.

The noodles are very hot, the eggs are very fragrant, the vegetables are also very fragrant, and the soup also exudes a strong fragrance.

Beside the cold and windy road, Luo Yang had the most sumptuous dinner since he came to this world, and a stranger with fox eyes.

The wind howled, and pedestrians hurried past the two of them. When passing by the two of them, they all looked at the two of them in amazement for a long time, guessing what happened between this strange pair of people. No matter what the relationship is, this also leads to the strange and slightly disdainful gazes cast over him.

But neither of them cared.

The two of them, one is a lonely wandering soul from another world, and the other is a thin figure wandering alone in a strange city, both have the same lonely soul.

Therefore, in the vast crowd, Wei Ran saw Luo Yang who was sitting down and down by the road at a glance, and then showed kindness for no reason, took out the money in his pocket and bought two bowls of hot green vegetable and egg noodles. With the cheeky promise to help wash the dishes, I brought the two bowls of ramen to the side of the road, and brought them to the homeless man who was full of peculiar smell, without the slightest hesitation.

Shame on you?That doesn't exist. For him now, returning to his hometown with a clean sleeve is the biggest embarrassment. That kind of embarrassment is not only about his own face, but also the life he yearns for.

So, sitting here, eating a bowl of noodles with a homeless man, in his opinion, there is nothing shameful.

So, in the final analysis, this person, regardless of gender, age or age, should not be too poor.

Once you are poor, all these horrible things will probably happen one after another.