"It was once a child's elusive dream." Huo Yuhao said softly, and Ling Ge stayed beside him, quietly becoming a listener, accompanying him, listening to him Tell everything.
Huo Yuhao continued to ask: "Ling Ge, have you ever felt the feeling of hunger?"
Ling Ge shook his head. In fact, even before he had the system, their family was definitely not living a bad life. Although his parents died very early, they still left a lot of savings. After all, they were both at that time. His soul power level has also reached the level of Soul Master, so he will definitely be doing well.
Moreover, according to his grandmother's story, before his parents passed away, they were still working as administrators to maintain order in the primary soul hunting forest, and were occasionally hired to help others hunt soul beasts and hunt soul rings, so they saved a lot of money on weekdays. There is quite a lot of money.
At least when he left home and went to Shrek Academy to apply for the exam, his grandmother gave him a full one hundred gold soul coins, which was out of reach for ordinary people.
Huo Yuhao turned his head, looked at Ling Ge who was already deep in thought, smiled, and said: "Actually, I can also feel that your family must be very wealthy this year, and may even be as rich as Wang Dong's family. Don't give in too much. There must be someone strong in your family who has been protecting you since you were born, right? You have never experienced hunger, so naturally it is difficult for you to know the value of food. "
"Unlike me, I didn't even have enough to eat when I was little." As he spoke, Huo Yuhao lowered his head again.
Huo Yuhao turned his head and did not look at the expression on Ling Ge's face. He stared straight ahead, staring at the vast expanse of white in the distance, and said indifferently: "Although in your eyes, he is just It’s just a sesame seed cake. But, for me, such a sesame seed cake once represented the opportunity to survive, and... the only person who loved me."
While saying this, Huo Yuhao put the sesame seed cake that he had already eaten mostly into his mouth again, then took another bite and started chewing.
Listening to Huo Yuhao's story, Ling Ge gradually guessed something. I'm afraid that this sesame seed cake must have a lot to do with Huo Yuhao's past, and it should also have something to do with his mother.
After realizing this, Ling Ge couldn't help but start to regret. It was all his fault that he had forgotten such an important thing and stupidly gave Huo Yuhao some sesame cakes to eat. This was not meant to stimulate him and make him remember the past. Happy memories?
This is really, I am so stupid that I have to do it myself!
Ling Ge was very depressed now and kept thinking about how to comfort Xiao Yuhao.
And while Ling Ge was blaming himself here, what was Huo Yuhao doing?
The answer is that at this time, Huo Yuhao is constantly recalling the past events in his mind.
"At that time, I was only five years old and a very thin child. At that time, my mother and I were living a life of dependence on others."
"Every day, my mother relies on a very meager income to support me. In order to make a living, my mother has to wash clothes outside even in the coldest month of winter."
"Her hands were full of blood at that time. Sometimes the wounds on her hands would bleed and rub on her clothes, and she would be scolded very harshly by the servants of that family."
"Life at that time was extremely dark no matter how you think about it. However, my mother loved me very much. She always said that I was the only one in her life. As long as she had me, her life would have meaning. "
"Having joy in hardship, my mother and I lived such a hard life day after day, and I still remember that day. The sky was already very dark that day, and my mother suddenly ran back from outside in excitement. "
"You know, the hard work of life has left obvious marks on her body. It is usually difficult to see a smile on her face when she goes home. But that day, my mother smiled very happily. You You know, why is that?”
Having said this, Huo Yuhao turned to look at Ling Ge again, and at this moment, his eyes were filled with tears again.
Looking at Huo Yuhao with tears streaming down his face, Ling Ge didn't know what to say at this time. Suddenly, he even felt helpless in his heart. For the first time, he felt that the distance between him and Huo Yuhao was not as big as his. As close as I imagined.
It seemed that he had never been so far away from Huo Yuhao and so close at the same time.
After taking another bite of sesame seed cake, Huo Yuhao chewed hard, but tears were already flowing down the sides of his cheeks uncontrollably.
"Why?" Ling Ge's face was full of heartache. Although he felt very sorry for Huo Yuhao's childhood experience in his previous life, now he is actually standing beside him, and it is him himself. As I narrate, that kind of regret and regret gradually turned into a kind of heartache.
To be honest, he really couldn't imagine how Huo Yuhao survived at that time. If it were him who lived that kind of life, would he really do better than Yuhao?
What would he be like without a system? Can he live a good life with the memory of his past life?
Without the system by his side, would he choose to lick Yuhao? Will he hug Yuhao's thigh?
It was truly a path he had never imagined!
Huo Yuhao chewed sesame seed cakes and said in a slightly trembling voice: "Because, because my mother was working in the kitchen that day, after the day's work was completed, the chef in the kitchen gave her a sesame seed pancake."
"Mom said, the sesame biscuits were freshly baked, hot, fragrant, and soft. It seems that the young master in the house at that time suddenly wanted to try the common taste of sesame biscuits, so he ordered the kitchen to make them on a whim. It’s just that the young master soon forgot about it and didn’t come to ask for it. He just threw it away, so the chef gave my mother a piece of cake.”
"However, it actually doesn't matter why I gave my mother sesame cakes. It was just that I suddenly got sesame cakes at that time. My mother was really happy when she thought that I could stop eating steamed buns and finally have a mouthful of white noodles. .”
"Really, sometimes happiness is so simple and ordinary."
"In order to prevent the biscuits from getting cold on the way back, my mother kicked the hot biscuits directly into her arms."
