To Make He Yu Regret - Chapter 56

“Dear Niuniu, you have to know something cruel.

Heroes who happen to lend a hand when you need them exist in novels and soap operas. Most of the time you need to save yourself. If you cannot save yourself, you will experience failure and fall to the bottom.

At this time you have to know another lucky thing.

Failure and falling to the bottom do not mean that your future life will be ruined. Most of the time you can stand up. We are actually stronger than we thought. “

On the day of He Yu’s senior year graduation ceremony, Jiang Xiaozhen, who was separated from him, went to the top floor.

In the storm, she was tortured by endless self-loathing.

Unable to reach her mother’s phone, Jiang Xiaozhen and death only jumped.

Friendship abandoned her, love abandoned her, and family affection could not be the thread that held her life.

Walking towards the edge of the rooftop with empty eyes, Jiang Xiaozhen stepped over the railing, one foot hanging in the air.

“Grandma don’t die!”

Niuniu pinched Jiang Mingzhen’s arm, and she screamed when she was pinched.

“It hurts! It’s not dead, don’t pinch it so hard.”

Where?

Oh, one foot is floating.

at this time!

There was a voice, the sound of wind and rain, reaching Jiang Xiaozhen’s ears.

“Goo—”

There was a long belly cry.

Hungry, you will not be late because you have something to do.

Jiang Xiaozhen dressed up to see He Yu, but had no food for a day.

“At that moment, I thought of fried noodles.”

“Very outdated, but I really want to eat a bowl of fried noodles before I die.”

The grandfather on the hospital bed frowned.

Following the story of Jiang Mingzhen, He Yu, who was in a coma in a dream, reached out to Jiang Xiaozhen who had fallen.

He stepped out of the railing and rushed towards her, holding her in his arms.

“It’s fried noodles,” Jiang Mingzhen in reality said to Niuniu, “It was fried noodles that saved my life!”

Jiang Xiaozhen on the rooftop lowered her head and looked down the seventh floor.

Vaguely outside the school, across the street, the red roof of the food stalls, they are still in business.

“How to describe the taste of that bowl of fried noodles…”

“The shredded pork was fried slightly burnt, but it didn’t bite at all. The meat is full and delicate. The combination of noodles and bean sprouts is amazing, refreshing, salty and spicy, chewing a big mouthful, and fragrant.”

In this way, in order to lose weight, Jiang Xiaozhen, who hadn’t been soaked in meat for a long time, sat in a food stall and ate four bowls of fried noodles.

“Although I’m telling you the love story between me and your grandfather. But how to say it. The happiness brought by fried fans and the happiness brought by love are incomparable. Love will make you sometimes painful and sometimes happy. What about noodles? The happiness brought by stir-fried noodles is simple and fulfilling. It can fill your stomach. Only if the stir-fried noodles are not delicious can you be unhappy. But that’s okay. There are other delicious things in the world. Just eat something else.”

“Grandma…” Niuniu swallowed, “You said I was hungry.”

As Jiang Mingzhen said: It was the fried rice noodles that saved the young girl Jiang Xiaozhen.

After eating those four bowls of fried noodles, Jiang Xiaozhen’s head was lit by such thoughts.

She decided to make different delicious things in the future to bring continuous happiness to herself and everyone.

Fried noodles are too grounded.

Because it is a story for children, it must be educational, so we call it a dream.

The night Jiang Xiaozhen was rescued, it was a dream that reached out to her.

On a cold rainy night, when I shouted “One more bowl” to the store, I suddenly wanted to continue living.