"Little girl, if you can really see me, could you please send a message to my old man?"
the old woman said hesitantly.
Tang Xiaoman looked back at the breakfast shop and then at the old woman.
"What's the message?"
she asked curiously.
"I want my old man to close this shop and go to his son's house to enjoy two years of happiness."
The old woman looked at the old man from a distance and said distressedly, "But this old guy has a problem and would rather be alone. , and don’t want to go to my son.”
"But if that's the case, the uncle may not be willing to listen to me," Tang Xiaoman said a little embarrassed.
The old woman smiled slightly, whispered a few words in Tang Xiaoman's ear, and then said, "Just talk to him like this."
"Is it really okay?"
Tang Xiaoman asked with his eyes widened.
"I said yes, that's all."
The old woman covered her mouth and smiled, "Little girl, if you can help me with this, I will definitely remember your kindness, old lady."
Tang Xiaoman smiled awkwardly.
She didn't expect a ghost to repay her kindness.
She just wanted to help others.
Perhaps this time it should be said that it is fun to help "ghosts" Tang Xiaoman scratched his head, recited the words taught by the old woman over and over in his mind, and walked up to the old man.
"Hey, old wilting, no matter how stubborn you are, no one will help you even if you die."
Tang Xiaoman brewed up his emotions and yelled out the words the old woman taught him just now.
As soon as her words came out, the expressions of the people sitting in front of the noodle stall changed.
For a moment, the surroundings became quiet.
Early in the morning, there were people saying such depressing words about life and death.
Everyone was there.
Waiting to see the old man's reaction.
But the old man was just stunned, and the long chopsticks he used to scoop the noodles fell into the pot with a clatter.
He raised his eyes and looked at Tang Xiaoman, but then searched for something around her.
"What's going on with you little girl?"
Someone started to complain, "It's so early in the morning, are you here to eat noodles or are you here to cause trouble?"
Tang Xiaoman shrank his head guiltily and looked at Mu Yunbai for help.
Mu Yunbai looked at her with an old-god look on his face, half-smiling but not smiling.
Tang Xiaoman turned to look to the other side again.
The old woman who was under the willow tree just now had followed her.
Apparently she was afraid of the sun, so she hid in the shadow under the eaves again.
"Tell him that there is no overnight feud between father and son.
San'er was doing it for his own good back then.
Does he really want to have no contact with San'er forever?"
the old woman said to Tang Xiaoman.
Tang Xiaoman undoubtedly had his retelling to the old man, and the old man looked over with hope.
"Old woman," the old man muttered, tears already filling his eyes.
"You let him cook the noodles for those outside first."
The old woman printed the corners of her eyes and reminded Tang Xiaoman, "I should have asked you to talk to him later."
Although he heard the helplessness in the words, Tang Xiaoman could understand it.
So Tang Xiaoman told the old man that his wife came back to see him in July and a half.
The old man was so excited that he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and worked even harder than before.
Tang Xiaoman finally ate the handmade noodles that she had been looking forward to for a long time.
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She wiped her oily mouth, raised her head with satisfaction, and found that Mu Yunbai was still chewing slowly, while the old man was We have already begun to close the door and thank guests.
"I'm sorry, something happened today, so we closed early."
The old man smiled and talked to the diners who came to the door, and returned after a while
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