Urban God-level Selection System

After a while, Luo Yuqing, who was crying with a red nose, finally stopped the tears in her eyes.

She allowed herself to stay in the arms of this man, she felt the rare warmth and sense of security in life.

"She is not actually my mother."

Luo Yuqing said.

"I can see it."

No biological mother would be so picky about her biological daughter.

"My mother died when I was seven."

Luo Yuqing recalled the past, the light of her eyes traced back to the past years.

"In less than a month, my father married her."

"I try to treat her as my mother, but she only scolds me, beats me, and makes me feel worthless."

"I want to be optimistic, but you know, since I was born, I can only see darkness in my eyes."

"My father really wants a son because he can continue the Luo family's incense.

He was looking forward to it, but when he saw that he was a daughter, his hair was almost half white all night. "

"This daughter is still blind."

Speaking of this, Luo Yuqing inexplicably grasped Zhang Wanlin's clothes and let him hug herself tightly.

"Even if my mother is not dead, my father will find another woman.

Death, it just happened to give him a legitimate excuse. "

"Sure enough, the next woman gave birth to a son for him. He was white and fat, and she would smile happily when she saw someone."

"With my son, I become even more redundant."

"They asked me to drop out of school to do farm work at home, but no matter what I do, they are not satisfied.

Until one thing, they were finally happy for me. "

"That's getting married, marrying Long Ershao."

"As for marriage, I have been inexplicably fearful since I was a child, thinking that it was just a cruel ritual to torture women.

My biological mother is the best example. "

"I have already thought about committing suicide if I can't get rid of marriage.

But at this time, I just met you. "

"Why did you show up at the most desperate time in my life?

! "

Luo Yuqing's tone seemed to blame Zhang Wanlin.

Zhang Wanlin hugged her tighter.

"From now on, I will not let you be harmed, and I will let the sun of the world shine for you."

"You are responsible for saying these things!"

"What am I responsible for?"

Zhang Wanlin asked with a smile.

Luo Yuqing blushed and did not continue.

The waves continued to beat the beach, and the brought sea breeze blew the two who were hugging each other.

The two of them said nothing, just so silent.

An unspeakable tacit understanding rippled between the hearts of the two.

"Remember what I told you before?"

Zhang Wanlin suddenly said: "Your eyes are only temporarily blind, because I will help you heal it!"

After a few more days, the business was as bleak as ever. Zhang Wanlin still happily teased the birds~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and didn't care about business at all.

Luo Yuqing, who couldn't find anything to do, put his mind on the flowers again.

She put the flowers that she had brought over one by one around the hotel courtyard, and asked Zhang Wanlin to buy some other flowers.

For a time, the restaurant was full of flowers and flowers. If it weren't for the four characters "Yuanlai Hotel" on the plaque, I really thought it was a garden.

At noon, an old man with a cane came here by accident. He was panting and just stopped here to rest.

"What do you need as a guest?"

Luo Yuqing offered the menu and asked.

The restaurant full of flowers made the old man a little surprised, and the beautiful woman who came from the sea of ​​flowers made him unable to remove his eyes.

Although she is dressed plainly, she has the temperament of natural beauty, and she smiles like nature's spring breeze.

Her beauty is a kind of clarity, and her smile is pure leisure in the clarity.

He has read countless women, and no woman has ever shaken his soul.

It's just that her eyes... "You don't seem to see your eyes?"

"Ok.

I haven't seen it since I was young. "

"It's a pity."

Originally, the old man wanted to take a break and leave, but for the sake of this woman, he stayed.

He glanced at the menu and saw too many glitz in the world. He was tired of these dishes and asked, "Let’s go to our specialty dishes."

"Ok.

Wait a minute. "

Due to the special layout of the store, even Luo Yuqing can walk quickly to the back kitchen without using a blind guide.

"What did you order?"

Zhang Wanlin asked.

"Our specialty."

Zhang Wanlin was stumped at this moment. There were no special dishes in his store.

He looked at the guests outside and saw that it was an old man. He instantly understood something in his heart and said, "Then you tell the guests to wait a few minutes, and the food will come afterwards."

"okay."

In Luo Yuqing's conversation with the old man, the special dishes were ready soon.

Seeing Zhang Wanlin bring the food, the old man was a little surprised: "It's all right so soon?"

"Since it is a feature, of course it must be very fast."

Zhang Wanlin made a joke.

The old man opened the lid and was taken aback when he saw the dishes. "Egg fried rice?"

"Yes, this is the specialty of this store.

Often the most unpretentious things are the easiest to move your heart.

Touching people's hearts is the characteristic of our store. "

From the moment he saw the old man, Zhang Wanlin knew that his identity was not simple, and that he had the same traits as himself—the ups and downs in life.

It must have gone through the ups and downs of life, and finally came to the end of life.

At this time, he was full of mountain treasures and watched the glitz of the world, so no matter how delicious the dishes were in front of him, it was just a change of taste buds, without touching the soul.

Egg fried rice is such a different kind. Although simple, it is a home-cooked food with a very early origin.

Especially when I was young, a bowl of egg fried rice came from hungry, which was the most delicious in the world.

The old man snorted and picked up his chopsticks, "I hope you don't play me."

"Every guest here is God."

Luo Yuqing quietly hammered Zhang Wanlin's fist, her angry little expression seemed to say, why don't you cook that day's food?

Zhang Wanlin held her hand, and her thumb circled around the back of her hand.

It seems to be saying, please rest assured.

The old man took a grain of rice and put it in his mouth as if he was not interested at all, and chewed it carefully. Then the second and third grains...His calm expression became strange, as if he remembered being buried in memory. A long, long time in the depths.

There was a time when he was eating the same bowl of fried rice with eggs every morning when he went to school.

No matter how he made trouble, how messy, how irritated her, she always smiled and told him not to forget to eat.

She is his mother, who has died of illness for many years.

Now, her image is clearly engraved on the elderly's mind, and the kind smile with wrinkles has broken his soul.

Mom—The old man actually disregarded his image, picked up a bowl and gulped egg fried rice. At first glance, it looked like a young child.

His old tears flowed slowly from his already dry eyes.

He seldom shed tears in his life. He did not shed tears when his wife died. He did not shed tears when his family business was in danger. He was always strong. At this time, he shed tears for a bowl of fried rice with eggs.