Extra: From Milk Dumpling to Goddess Lin (1)
Childhood Memories:
Little Hanyue opened her eyes, and the first thing she did was to eagerly look for her father. In ordinary days, Mr. Lin’s work was extremely busy, and starting a company from scratch was not as simple as imagined.
In Little Hanyue’s memory, her father always borrowed money to start a business, opened a new company, and then got cheated by business partners, eventually leading to bankruptcy. Helpless, they had to hurriedly move to a new place, adapt to a new environment, and meet new classmates.
At the beginning, Little Hanyue found the new environment fascinating, but later on, she felt lost and out of place.
They would stay in a school for half a year or a year, and then transfer to a new school. Just when they finally made close friends, they had to part ways forever.
Over and over again, Little Hanyue’s heart developed a resistance to dealing with people, and her personality became increasingly cold and isolated.
One day, as usual, she brought the leftover food from home to feed the stray cats and dogs. The stray cats and dogs seemed accustomed to her feeding and affectionately rubbed against the back of her hand.
The thoughts of little animals are simple. They like what they like, and they dislike what they dislike. They are not as complicated as humans.
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Little Hanyue still couldn’t understand why being academically successful would make others jealous, why being beautiful was considered a mistake, and why newcomers always had to be bullied by the old students.
This was the first time she felt a dislike towards growing up, moving houses, and making friends.
In her daze, several stray dogs continued barking, and all the cats bristled their fur. Bewildered, she cautiously moved forward, thinking there might be a man-eating monster from a fairy tale.
Little Hanyue picked up a stick from the ground, inching closer with caution.
“I… I’m not afraid at all, wuwuwu. Monster, don’t eat me. I’m not tasty at all.” Little Hanyue closed her eyes, hugged her head, and got scared to tears by the shadow of Little Si Meng.
Little Si Meng held a piece of bread snatched from the mouths of the little animals, chewing on it dryly. With a cold expression, she looked at Little Hanyue, wondering if something was wrong with her.
“Do you want to eat it? Crybaby.” Little Si Meng broke the bread in half, though it pained her inside, she pretended to be generous and handed it to her.
Little Hanyue opened her eyes and realized that the figure in front of her wasn’t a monster but a cute little child.
Little Hanyue felt a bit repulsed by the dirty little child but still politely declined her, speaking cautiously, “That is food for the animals, and besides, I’m not a crybaby.”
Little Si Meng, not paying much attention, said, “What’s the big deal? As long as it’s edible, it’s fine. Just don’t starve.” She continued stuffing her mouth, but accidentally choked, her face turning as red as a blooming flower, tears welling up in her eyes.
Little Hanyue hurriedly went to find water for her, gently patting her frail back to help her swallow.
“Don’t eat these anymore. I’ll bring you something fresh next time. These are all dirty,” Little Hanyue said, feeling sorry for her. How could someone be so foolish?
Little Si Meng, nestled in Little Hanyue’s arms, suddenly raised her head and looked at her with a hint of surprise. How could someone be willing to give her things to eat for free? This person was truly foolish.
“Aren’t you only giving food to stray cats and dogs?”
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“Well, I can give it to homeless people too.”
“Oh.”
Little Hanyue gently stroked her hair with her small hand, looking at her vacant expression, and slowly comforted her.
“I’ll come back tomorrow. You better wait here obediently and don’t trick me.”
Little Si Meng’s face looked listless. She wasn’t a little cat or dog, so she wouldn’t obediently stay there. She turned around and made a funny face at Little Hanyue.
The next day, the weather forecast predicted heavy rain. Ignoring her mother’s advice, Little Hanyue brought a bag full of food to the park from yesterday.
The sky changed from orange to gloomy, thunder roared, and lightning flashed, causing Little Hanyue to cower on a bench, her eyes constantly glancing into the distance.
“She will come. If she’s true to her word, she won’t deceive people…” Her tender voice trembled, tears involuntarily streaming down her face.
In the pouring rain, Little Hanyue, so small and delicate, allowed herself to be pelted by the raindrops. She could no longer distinguish whether the drops on her face were rain or tears.
“Sob, sob, if you don’t come soon, I’ll leave, and you won’t see me again.” Little Hanyue’s face wrinkled, her voice choked.
A small dark figure stumbled through the misty rain, crashing into Little Hanyue’s embrace.
In the midst of the downpour, the two embraced each other, without words, without the need for explanations. She had kept her promise, and she had come.
Little Si Meng looked into her eyes and sincerely apologized, “I’m sorry, I… hiss.” As she opened her mouth, it revealed the wound on her face.
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“What happened to you? Who hurt you? How did you get injured?” Little Hanyue was extremely worried, but she also knew that Little Si Meng didn’t want to talk about it.
Little Si Meng’s eyes sparkled like a warm ray of sunshine as she smiled and said, “That doesn’t matter. This is for you. I’m not taking your things for nothing.”
Her scarred little hand reached into her sleeve and pulled out a crumpled cat plush toy. Despite its crumpled appearance, it was apparent that it was new.
“You little beggar.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Are you willing to come home with me?”
“Huh?”
“My mom said that we can bring home stray ones and take care of them.”
Little Si Meng’s face was filled with resistance. She still needed to find her own mom and dad, find the director mom. Although she really liked this little girl, she couldn’t go with her.
“I’ll come home with you once I find my mom and dad.” She made a solemn promise. Children’s words are always easily taken seriously.
“Okay, let’s pinky swear. You mustn’t forget about me.”