To say that Song Jia is a woman without her own opinions and also without brains, three fake certificates and a small package of cinnabar, were actually sold to her by Wen Shu for 888 yuan. The poor woman, in the eyes of the beastly Wen Shu, was completely just a fat sheep.

  To be honest, Wen Shu is a born businessman, who has all the tricks of cheating and deceiving. Song Jia was holding her child and thanking him with polite words, I couldn't bear to watch it, so I turned my head away.

  Song Jia took the token and walked out of the store, holding that little kid. I looked into the child's eyes, and his gaze seemed to be filled with confusion. Poor kid, originally chubby, but now just skin and bones. To say that my heart is really weak, can't bear to see others suffer. At this age, kids should be carefree, but heaven has let him suffer such a disaster at an age when he should be without worries.

  Perhaps it was the work of personal heroism, perhaps it was my own uneasy conscience, or perhaps it was the stimulation of that child's eyes, but at this moment, my determination to take action tonight was more resolute than ever before. So I didn't hesitate anymore and ran out of the door. I caught up with the mother and son.

  Song Jia saw me chasing out and asked me what was wrong. I said to her, "It's like this, can you tell me your home address? Mr. Wen said he wants to bless your mother and son tonight and needs a specific address."

  Song Jia listened to me and gratefully wrote her home address on a piece of paper, handed it to me, and then left. She was struggling to carry the child as she walked away, but suddenly looked back at the "Yi Fu Guan" across the street again. Perhaps she wanted to grasp every opportunity to save the child, I saw her walk into that "Yi Fu Guan" once more.

  I clutched the paper in my hand, thinking to myself that Uncle Wen was an old scoundrel who would pray for nothing but his own good fortune. He was skilled at boasting and playing cards, but tonight I had to go rescue you and your mother. Sigh.

  The weather is very cold, it seems that I need to wear more clothes tonight, otherwise I will be frozen to death outside. As I thought about this, I returned to the store and saw Uncle Wen secretly counting money.

  He asked me: "It's freezing outside, what are you going out for?"

  I replied to him: "Nothing, just going out for some fresh air."

  Wen Shu, that old sly fox, saw that I wasn't in a good mood and said to me: "Xiao Fei, it's not that I'm saying you're wrong, but your heart is still too soft. Is it because you think those two women are pitiful? But you have to know, there are many pitiful people out there. Some things are beyond our control, do you understand?"

  He didn't say a word, after he finished speaking, he took out 50 yuan from the 880 yuan and handed it to me, saying: "Take it, you performed well just now, if you cooperate with me like this in the future, you won't be short of money. Do you understand?"

  I took the fifty bucks, and I couldn't help but sigh. Money is really a bastard thing - for its sake, people can sell out many things, and hurt and cheat many others. The kind of person who would do this was someone I used to look down on the most, yet now I'm becoming more and more like them myself. After all, I still need to eat, I still need to live, so I couldn't afford to be at odds with money.

  It is often said that one cannot have both fish and bear's paw at the same time, and it is also impossible to have both dignity and a bad smell. The so-called noble integrity in society is just nonsense. Noble integrity must be based on a certain economic foundation. If you are a beggar, how can you afford to have noble integrity?

  I told Wen Shu: "Actually, I just went out and saw that the two of them left our house and went to Yi Fu Guan."

  Wen Shu listened and suddenly became furious, scolding: "Damn it! This stinky girl doesn't believe in us, she actually went to ask that old X on the other side? What a mess! But I don't know what kind of skills that old X has. Let's see, this guy with the surname Song will definitely get slaughtered when he goes over there!"

  I don't know who the "old X" in front of Wen Shu is, but I'm sure that "old X" must be an arch-nemesis of Wen Shu's, or they have a vendetta against each other. Otherwise, Wen Shu wouldn't have such deep resentment.

  My uncle said to me with a huff, he's leaving now, going out to play mahjong with others. You can also get off work soon, around 4 o'clock. Just clean up the store and lock the door.

  I nodded and watched as Uncle Wen walked out of the store. Then I plopped myself down in front of the computer, knowing that I still had a lot on my plate. I remembered that Ninth Uncle told me that to deal with the Night Fox, we would need quite a few items, but fortunately, the ones used by Mr. Yin Yang were all relatively easy to find. I took a look at the time and saw that it was just past three in the afternoon. I needed to get online and check if there were any places near Song Jia's address where I could buy these things.

  It's okay now, as long as you have money in the city, you're not afraid of not being able to buy what you want. After I endured it for a while, I found a very large supermarket near her address, and it was open 24 hours.

  Fortunately, Uncle Wen gave me a reward of 50 yuan earlier, which should be more than enough to buy all the props. So I turned off the computer and swept the store roughly before closing it and leaving.

  On the bus, I sat by the window and gazed out at the scenery. My current life is something I never dared to imagine before. Who would have thought that society would be so complicated? We have to do many things we don't want to do just to survive. Although I used to think of society as a garden, now that I'm in it, I feel like those beautiful flowers aren't blooming here after all. Why do I have to live such a tiring life?

  Thinking back from learning "San Qing Shu" to now, it seems that my fate has been decided by others a long time ago. I just followed the script of fate step by step, and when I looked back, I found that there were very few things that could be kept by my side.

  I really am a young master's body with a servant's fate, always having to find fault in myself.

  It's not yet rush hour, so there are few people on the bus. The TV on the bus is playing soft music, Xu Wei's "That Year".

  "That year, you were young and always felt that tomorrow would be beautiful."

  That ideal world is like a ray of light, shining in your heart.

  How can this burning heart just disappear in this mediocrity?

  In the face of survival, those pure ideals are so fragile and vulnerable.

  You stand on this bustling street, unable to find the direction you should go.

  You stand on this bustling street, feeling a sense of panic you've never felt before.

  Listening to this song is really touching, and my heart has started to feel unwell again. Even I myself find it strange that my mind is always contradictory. Seeing the bus passing by Yuan Dashi's noodle shop, I got off the bus. At this time, a cold wind started blowing, and underfoot was the accumulated snow unique to the north. The sound of crunching snow accompanied me as I walked. I tightened the collar of my down jacket and headed towards Yuan Dashi's noodle shop. Anyway, since my heart is in turmoil now, I might as well go eat a bowl of noodles and chat with Uncle for a bit.

  Before long, they arrived at the entrance of the noodle shop. Looking at the shabby signboard, it was really out of tune with the neighboring shops, and it looked so discordant. But who would have known that there was a master in this noodle shop who could make extremely delicious noodles?

  I pushed open the small broken door of the noodle shop and walked in. The noodle shop was indeed as deserted as it was the last time I came. Uncle Yuan and Auntie Yuan were sitting in the shop watching TV. When they saw me come in, Auntie Yuan showed her kind smile again: "Little Cui, you're here."

  It's clear that they still remember me, which makes me feel a warmth. What a great couple! So I nodded and said to Auntie, "Yes, I'm craving for Uncle Yuan's noodles, so I've come to bother you again today."

  "Alright, alright," said Uncle Yuan with a smile in his eyes. "The ancients said that one gets to know others through the zither and befriends them through poetry, but we brothers are different - we get to know each other through noodles and befriend each other through wine. Wait, I'll go make some noodles for you right now."

  I sat down at a small table and Aunt Yuan poured me a cup of hot water, saying: "It's cold outside, come have a drink to warm up."

  I thanked her and outside it was very cold, freezing my hands bright red. I held the cup of hot water with both hands, a warm feeling came from my hands, but it was heartfelt.

  Yuan Auntie sat down and talked with me, she asked me: "How's it going at Old Wen's place, Xiao Fei?"

  I couldn't help but smile wryly in my heart. What could I say? So I just smiled and replied, "It's fine, Auntie, Uncle Wen is very good to me."

  At this time, Uncle Yuan walked out of the kitchen with a bowl of hot noodles and said as he walked: "A few days ago, I called Old Wen and he was still praising you for being capable. The young man is not bad, do well."

  Listening to Uncle Yuan's words, I didn't know how to respond and could only nod silently.

  The noodles are still delicious, eating them makes my stomach warm and cozy, making me temporarily forget the confusion and discomfort I felt earlier. I said to Uncle Yuan: "Uncle Yuan, let's have a few more drinks together today."

  Uncle Yuan had this intention long ago, so after he brought up two small dishes, he sat down across from me, opened two bottles of beer, and the old and young us started drinking like this.

  After chatting with Uncle Yuan, my mood improved a lot. This is largely due to his conversation. Although he talks about trivial matters, he can also make you realize many things in the process.

  Just as we were chatting happily, the door of the noodle shop opened and a man walked in, bringing with him the chill from outside. He looked to be in his forties, wearing a black sable coat that seemed quite expensive. His face was square-shaped, with piercing eagle eyes and a wispy goatee beard, yet he gave off an air of being very capable.

  He walked into the noodle shop and sat down by the door as if no one was around, saying: "A bowl of beef noodles, without cilantro."

  I find it puzzling, this guy's attire clearly shows that he is the kind of person who is either rich or noble, how did he end up eating noodles in such a shabby little store? And judging from his expression, it seems like he's not here for the first time.

  I turned my head to look at Uncle Yuan, only to see his expression suddenly become very serious. For the first time, I saw Uncle Yuan's serious face, he put away his smile and silently looked at that person. Auntie Yuan also put away her smile and said expressionlessly to that person: "Got it."

  After finishing speaking, Aunt Yuan went to the kitchen. I looked at them in a daze, they seemed to know each other, but why did Uncle Yuan have such an expression?