Food for the people

The cold wind slapped on the paper window lattice, and the snow in the courtyard was a vast expanse of white, reflecting the moonlight, making the small courtyard as bright as day.

Everything was silent, and the sky had already darkened, except for a little yellow light in the window of one of the westernmost houses.

The beam of light came from an oil lamp on the table by the window. The wick was thinly cut, so it burned brightly. Unfortunately, no matter how bright the oil lamp was, it was the most outdated light bulb that Qiao Yu had only seen at her grandmother's house when she was a child. Nothing compares.

As far as a palm-sized place is concerned, if you are a little further away, you will not be able to see clearly.

It's freezing cold outside, but it's not too cold in the house because of a brazier.

The brazier was placed next to the bed, and Qiao Yu sat cross-legged on the bed surrounded by a quilt, staring blankly at the taupe clay pot on top of the brazier.

The clay pot was still covered with a lid, but the heat was already overflowing from all directions.

The aroma of smoking a small house is overflowing.

It is a hot pot of mutton soup that makes the mouth water to drip.

This soup has been simmering on the brazier for a long time. The slightly fatter fat must have melted into the soup, turning into a thin layer of crystal clear oil, and the lean meat must also be stewed It melts in the mouth, and the fragrance falls off the tongue.

Qiao Yu sniffed, then lifted the lid and scooped a bowl for herself.

The meat is rich and fragrant, the soup is clear and meaty, and the saltiness is suitable.

There was a slight knock on the door, and a pair of dark eyes looked in cautiously.

Qiao Yu stared at the owner of those eyes for a while, then couldn't help but sighed, and waved to the little figure.

The little radish head on the door hesitated for a moment, then opened the door and walked in. He looked like he was seven or eight years old, with a messy bun and a thick linen jacket. Some are old, but they are clean.

As soon as he came in, he looked at him timidly with those dark eyes, as if he was some kind of monster that could eat people.

After a while, he called out like a mosquito: "Brother."

Qiao Yu stretched out his hand from under the quilt and rubbed Little Luootou's head.

Little Luobotou's originally timid eyes suddenly lit up.

"Brother, are you cured? Do you remember me?"

Qiao Yu scratched her hair a little annoyed.

Trying to gather up my patience, I explained to this little radish: "Well, Xiao Qiaoling, let me explain to you one last time, whether you believe it or not, things are already like this, I have been thinking about it for several days , I’ve already thought about it, if you can’t think about it, I can’t do anything about it. But I’m really not your brother, my name is Qiao Yu, not Qiao Sheng, I don’t know how I got into your brother’s body, but I think since I It has already entered your brother's body, then your brother has probably died of illness, and I can be regarded as reviving the dead body."

Little Luobo looked at him without moving, and the light in his eyes went out again.

Qiao Yu felt a little unbearable, but some things had to be made clear from the very beginning.

"You also said that your brother has been ill for a long time, and I should have died in that world, so the soul floats and floats on your brother for some reason. Do you understand?"

Little Luobotou didn't speak, but still looked at him.

Qiao Yu felt that he had somehow become a bad person, but he couldn't help it. He went out to throw garbage and was hit on the head by a falling flower pot. After waking up, he entered someone else's body and became someone else's brother. There is no way to accept it, so he can find someone to reason with.

"I didn't have a good attitude before, because this thing is so nonsense, I can't accept it, I apologize to you. But I have thought about it in the past few days, the matter is already like this, I probably can't go back, your brother Most likely I won’t be able to come back. If you can accept it, I will reluctantly return to be your brother. No matter what happens in the future, I will cover you, and you will be absolutely indispensable if you have everything I can eat. If you still can’t recognize the reality, then I can only say sorry to you, I have no other choice. Even if I die now, your brother may not be able to come back. "

Qiao Yu finished what she wanted to say in one breath, then picked up the bowl of mutton soup on the table, and handed it to the little carrot head Qiao Ling.

"It was just taken off the kitchen wall. I know you haven't been willing to eat it these days. I stewed it into soup. Drink some, and then tell me what you think."

Qiao Yu selfishly hoped that Qiao Ling, a little radish, would accept him. He had been lying on the bed for the past few days after waking up. He didn't have any idea in his mind, Qiao Ling was the only link between him and this messed up world.

Speaking of this, Qiao Yu regretted why he didn't pretend to have amnesia when he just woke up. Maybe he was too shocked at that time, so shocked that his mind was completely blank except for "shit".

Qiao Ling hung her head, but did not take the bowl that Qiao Yu handed over.

Immediately after there was a "click" in the bowl, Qiao Yu looked up in surprise.

Qiao Ling, the little radish, cried.

It has been the fourth day since he woke up, and Qiao Ling went from being panicked at the beginning to getting used to it later, at most his eyes were red.

If it wasn't for his height and appearance, this level of psychological maturity would have made Qiao Yu feel like an adult.

In his eyes, seven or eight years old is still the age to be coquettish with his parents. According to Qiao Ling himself, his body, that is, Qiao Ling's brother Qiao Sheng, has been sick for more than half a year. They are not much higher, but they can already cook medicine, wash clothes and cook.

But now such a strong kid was crying in a few words by him.

Qiao Yu suddenly felt that the three-point regret in her heart suddenly turned into nine points.

But he didn't wait for him to search his brain to think of any words of comfort.

Qiao Ling reached out to catch the bowl again.

"Actually, the day you woke up, I already knew that you were not my brother."

Qiao Ling looked up at him with red eyes.

"I know my brother is dead, because when you opened your eyes, he just died."

Qiao Yu was taken aback.

Didn't expect this to happen.

"But I don't want to be alone. My parents are dead, Qiao's family is broken up, and I only have my elder brother. If my elder brother also dies, I really have nothing."

Qiao Ling sobbed softly, watching Qiao Yu's heart throbbing with pain, he didn't know if it was him or his body that was suffering.

He reached out and rubbed Qiao Ling's head again.

"I said, as long as you want, I will still be your brother."

This was the decision he came to after thinking about it for several days.

Even if he wasn't his elder brother, he still took his elder brother's body, so he couldn't leave Qiao Ling behind, neither out of emotion nor reason.

Qiao Ling glanced at him again, then suddenly put down the bowl and threw herself into Qiao Yu's arms, crying loudly.

No matter how mature you are, you are still a child.

Qiao Yu sighed, and patted Qiao Ling's still immature shoulder.

Qiao Ling probably cried all the tears she had accumulated for several days at once, and then stopped.

He raised his head and looked at Qiao Yu embarrassedly.

Then sniffed.

"It smells so good, can I drink some?"

Qiao Yu didn't speak, just poured the soup from the bowl into the pot, and handed him a steaming bowl again.

Holding the bowl in his hands, Qiao Ling drank the soup and meat in one gulp.

On the other hand, Qiao Yu lost her appetite after being disturbed like this.

It is Qiao Yu's habit to cook something when thinking, and he didn't do it to satisfy his appetite.

However, he hadn't touched any meat in the past two days. Seeing how delicious Qiao Ling was drinking again, he was still a little greedy in the end. He took another bowl and shared a pot of delicious mutton soup with Qiao Ling. net.

When Qiao Ling went back to sleep, he turned around and said, "This is the best food I've ever eaten, thank you...brother."

Qiao Yu smiled and waved to him, telling him to go back to sleep quickly.

Then Qiao Yu fell back on the bed, looked at this dilapidated house, and was full of thoughts for a moment.

He just crossed in such a daze.

Still so muddle-headed that there is an extra brother.

I just ate the last piece of meat in the house.

How will we live in the future?

He has to think about it.