Chapter 425 The first is mine (16)
Outside the ward, Yu Jun lowered his head and stuffed the few remaining bills into his pocket.
Raising his head, Zhou Ye was standing opposite, leaning against the wall with his eyes lowered and not knowing what he was thinking.
Yu Jun looked at her, walked forward after a while, and whispered.
"Thank you, are you still hungry?"
Zhou Ye raised his head, his eyes had a few wrinkles due to sleepiness, and there was a faint light in his dark eyes.
"Hungry."
The little girl agreed simply, her voice was low, with the soft and waxy voice unique to a child. Although her tone was cold, it could inadvertently make others feel distressed.
Yu Jun looked at her thin arms and legs, and finally his eyes rested on her small face as big as a palm.
It is obvious that Zhou Ye is thin and skinny. Based on the conversations of other people in the village, it can be seen that Zhou Ye is having a hard time at home.
He must be very hungry to come to him.
Thinking of this, a wave of unspeakable complex emotions emerged in the young man's heart.
His own life has been like this. Even if he sympathizes and pities Zhou Ye now, he has no way to do anything.
Strictly speaking, he is no different from Zhou Ye.
The only difference between the poor guy who was abandoned in the mountains is that he now sees a way out that can change the current situation, while Zhou Ye does not.
She was almost standing on a road where she could see the bottom at a glance.
According to Yang Cui's character, Zhou Ye will not stay at home for long. Like other girls in the village, she will be sold to a village down the mountain when she is fourteen or fifteen years old and given to a man of about the same age or much older. Wife.
Precisely because her path was so clear, Yu Jun didn't want to look into her eyes.
Black and bright, clean, like daisies growing vigorously in spring, full of vitality and vitality.
If such a girl does not change, the light in her eyes will soon disappear.
Looking back, Yu Jun raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.
"Forget it, I'll go ask the hospital if they sell lunch boxes."
After a while, Yu Jun came over with a bag of buns and handed it to Zhou Ye.
"Eat it while it's hot." Zhou Ye took it without hesitation, grabbed a bun and stuffed it directly into his mouth. He took a bite of more than half of the bun, and the radish filling was exposed, exuding an overly strong taste.
As soon as he bit into his mouth, Zhou Ye chewed twice and then opened his mouth and spat out a whole ball of buns.
Yu Jun frowned, subconsciously knelt down, picked up the buns that fell on the ground and threw them into the trash can nearby.
"What's wrong?"
The young man frowned and asked in a low voice.
Zhou Ye wiped the corners of his mouth and returned the bun.
“Not delicious.”
Yu Jun looked puzzled and took a bun, put it in his mouth and took a bite.
"No problem, aren't you hungry?"
Zhou Ye took a step back, his disgust evident in his expression.
"Don't eat it, it tastes bad."
The smell of radish was strong and pungent. Zhou Ye had never hated a smell so much. It made people almost want to vomit.
Yu Jun looked at the little girl in front of him and took another bite.
"There is nothing else in the hospital except steamed buns. Do you not like steamed buns or carrots?"
"Carrot."
Unexpectedly, Zhou Ye was also picky about food.
Yu Jun didn't say anything more, kept the buns for himself, and then turned around and walked out of the hospital.
After a while, the young man walked in under the darkness, with another small black bag in his hand.
"There is a Shaxian snack bar on the roadside. Let's eat fried rice noodles."
Twelve yuan a serving, Yu Jun’s food expenses for a week.
(End of chapter)