Isn’t it good for the five of us to be together?

At night, I was too cold to sleep. I casually looked outside the door and found that the small room was still lit.

Then I remembered that since the immortal couldn't see, he didn't know whether he had turned off the light or not.

I don’t know why the immortal became blind. Thinking that I had almost lost my sight before, I felt a little bit empathetic.

I knocked on the system in my mind, but there was still no response. I took out a few more clothes from my backpack, put them on myself as a quilt, and fell asleep deeply.

The next day I was woken up by the sound outside, and it was almost noon when I woke up.

Me: "..." I can sleep really well.

It was very lively outside. I stuffed all the clothes on my body back into my backpack and went out of the woodshed to take a look.

A bunch of people were queuing up to wait for the immortal to give them porridge. The immortal was still wearing sky blue robes, but with an extra white cloak, which made him look even more cold and indifferent. Staying among the crowd again, somewhat unique.

The beggars and refugees said too much but not too much, and said little but not too little. They gathered around the immortal and chattered, saying something to each other.

"The Taoist priest is so kind..."

"Thank you, Taoist priest..."

"I don't know which girl is lucky enough to marry a Taoist priest..."

As soon as the words fell, there was suddenly silence.

A pair of eyes fell on me, and I suddenly felt a little uneasy.

The immortal also felt something was wrong in the atmosphere and asked: "But there is not enough porridge?"

Everyone hurriedly said: "Enough, enough, enough. It's just that the Taoist priest has a family, but he doesn't even say a word to us. He's a little out of touch."

"Yes yes yes..."

The immortal wondered: "Family?"

It happened that I coughed, causing the immortal to look at me.

I said: "Good morning, immortal."

The immortal was stunned for a while and said: "You haven't left yet?"

I said: "Yes, I overslept today and just woke up."

The immortal ignored me and just continued to hand out porridge.

When everyone saw that the atmosphere between the two of us was not right, they all kept silent.

I saw that the Immortal was a little slow in distributing the porridge, so I consciously took over the task of distributing the porridge: "I'll do it. The Immortal has poor eyesight, so I can do this little thing like serving the porridge."

The immortal didn't say much, so he handed me the spoon in his hand and stood aside without speaking.

I handed out bowl after bowl, and after a while the porridge bottomed out. The homeless and beggars around me all ate the hot porridge. Seeing this, I moved the big pots back to the courtyard and actively rushed to clean them. .

After doing this, I realized that I hadn't eaten yet and my stomach was growling with hunger.

The immortal stood nearby and obviously heard it.

I was a little embarrassed.

The immortal said: "There is still a bowl hot in the kitchen."

My eyes lit up, was this specially reserved for me?

I finished the porridge and went to look for the immortal. There was no one in the courtyard or outside the door. It should be inside the house.

I knocked on the door and said, "Immortal?"

A voice came from inside: "Come in."

When I entered the room and took a look, I found that the furnishings in the room were simple and there was a lot of room for movement. This must have been done deliberately because the immortal could not see it.

The immortal sat on the chair and found a civet cat lying obediently in his arms.

The immortal said: "Is the girl here to say goodbye?"

I knelt down with a plop and said: "An Ping begs the immortal to take me in, even as a maid."

The immortal touched the cat in his arms and said: "Girls have hands and feet, so they can find a chance of survival. There is no need to stay here with me."

I continued: "The Immortal is a kind-hearted person, and Anping admires him very much. Moreover, Anping has been homeless for a long time and has no relatives. This world is very difficult for women, and they are alone wherever they go. The Immortal must have many inconveniences on weekdays. , Anping can read some words, cook and work, I just want the immortal to keep me as a maid."

The immortal didn't speak, and his eyes were covered with a ribbon. I didn't know his expression, or in fact, from the beginning of seeing him, I didn't see any special expression on his face.

It seems to be indifferent to everything.

The immortal spoke: "I only want people who are destined to be here."

I wondered: "Destined person?"

The immortal faced me and said, "What is your name?"

I said: "Chen Anping, Ping'an's An, the chosen one among the sparrows."

The immortal stretched out his hand towards me and said: "Stretch out your hand."

I reached over.

The immortal said: "I'm sorry."

He rubbed the lines on my palm with his fingertips, very gently. His fingers were thin and slender, with white roots and slightly cool and itchy fingertips, which made me feel like there was a kitten scratching in my heart.

The immortal paused suddenly, and I actually saw a trace of surprise on his face.

I tried to ask: "Immortal, what's wrong?"

The immortal retracted his hand and continued to caress the civet cat in his arms. He only said: "Nothing, just stay here, the girl from the past."

My eyes widened and I said in surprise: "Really, Immortal? Can I stay?"

The immortal said: "Girl, you can change your mind. I am not an immortal. Just call me by my name."

I said: "Jiang...Yuchen?"

I don’t know if I called his name, but the tabby cat opened its eyes, jumped out of his arms, and gathered around me to look at me. It even meowed, which was very cute.

The Immortal, oh no, it should be Jiang Yuchen said: "I may have to force the girl to stay in the woodshed for a few days. I will have someone send the girl some quilts another day."

I smiled and said, "Thank you, Director Jiang. An Ping is so polite."

It's a little weird to call Jiang Yuchen by his first name. After all, he is now my boss, so it would be better to call him by his honorary name. Jiang Yuchen didn't care and let me do my own thing.

It took me a few days to find out that the civet cat was not Jiang Yuchen's domestic cat, but a wild cat from outside. However, it liked Jiang Yuchen very much and often stayed in Jiang Yuchen's house and never left.

But it likes me very much now. After all, I have its favorite dried fish in my backpack, and I take it out to try it from time to time.

Jiang Yuchen is not from this small town. He is very mysterious. According to people in the town, he only came to this small town half a month ago.

At first, he was a fortune teller, but because of his strange temperament, almost no one cared about him. Later, he suddenly set up a small stall and would provide porridge every day. Gradually, the homeless and beggars here all knew who he was, and he also gained a reputation for helping the world and saving people.

But he was very alienated from people. He basically didn't speak to the people in the town, and he didn't know where he came from. I guess this kind of person would have a bit of a weird temper.

But after spending the past few days together, I found that Jiang Yuchen was very polite to others, but he was also really indifferent and distant from the bottom of his heart.

If no one talks to him, he can sit in his room for a day, or if the weather is nice, he will come out to bask in the sun, play with the civet cat, or sit in a daze while making porridge.

He wasn't even bored.