When I looked back, I happened to see a seven- or eight-year-old boy hurriedly withdrawing his gaze not far away.

Humans always have a lot of curiosity about existences different from themselves. Adults can still hide it, and children don't have so many concerns. It's human nature, and it's nothing to worry about.

I said to Yang Youling: "It's okay, they don't have any malice. It's hard to avoid the eyes of others. You won't become more comfortable, you will only be more closed to yourself. Let's pretend they don't exist together, don't be unhappy, okay? it is good?"

I might have cared about it at first, but after more than ten years, I have been numb and don't think this is a problem.

The little girl puffed out her cheeks like an angry pufferfish. After listening to my words, she thought for a long time and said, "Then you really aren't angry?"

I shook my head.

She gradually loosened her brows and pouted, "Okay, then leave them alone."

At this time, Shang Muxiao came back with a dinner plate. After putting down the plate, he turned his face slightly and looked at the guests at the table next to us.

It was a man who looked too fat, with his body sandwiched between tables and chairs, like a mountain of meat that could collapse at any time. His face was teased, and his hair looked greasy.

"What are you looking at?" Shang Muxiao asked him.

The fat man was startled, he looked around while holding his hamburger, and after confirming that Shang Muxiao was talking to him, he hesitated: "What are you looking at? I didn't look at you..."

Shang Muxiao looked down at him, his expression full of disgust, as if he was looking at a disgusting slug.

"I noticed you just now, and I've been looking this way since we came in. I warn you, no matter who you're looking at, take another look and I'll pull your eyeballs out."

Others may say this as a deterrent at best, but Shang Muxiao said this... probably from the bottom of his heart. I didn't pay attention, I don't know if the other party is really looking at us from the door, but I hope he can get to know each other and stop provoking Shang Muxiao.

"God, crazy!" Fortunately, the fat man may also have a guilty conscience. When he shivered, he didn't eat the hamburger. He quickly picked up the plate and left.

When the other party was far away, Shang Muxiao sat down beside Yang Youling, ignoring all the sights around him, his expression had returned to a relaxed and relaxed expression, and his face changed faster than turning over a book.

"Xiaojie said that everyone is not malicious, you have to learn not to care about other people's eyes, why are you arguing with people?" Yang Youling took out a french fries and said while eating.

"Because I'm not feeling well." Shang Muxiao shared the drink and said as a matter of course, "I am not feeling well, and neither should others."

What does this say about teaching bad kids?

"...Shang Muxiao." I called him in a low voice, with some helplessness.

He looked up, looked at me for a moment, turned his head and smiled at Yang Youling and said, "No, just kidding. Because that person was a pervert just now, the pervert has to scold him mercilessly, understand?"

"How do you know that people are perverted?"

"Because his eyes are nasty."

"What is nasty?"

"It's something that makes you uncomfortable."

"That……"

"Okay, let's eat first." I interrupted the conversation between the two at the right time, and changed the subject, "Let's talk after eating."

Yang Youling obediently did not continue to ask questions, and opened the toys provided by the children's package with great interest, and happily played with it.

Shang Muxiao and I didn't speak to anyone, just lowered my head and concentrated on eating.

Suddenly, the phone on the table vibrated. I looked at it and found that it was a bank text message, showing that I had 300,000 in my account.

I was stunned for a while, and hurriedly clicked on mobile banking to check, and found that the money was from Lu Yuehui.

It's only been less than a month, where did she get the money to pay me back? A bad premonition arose in my heart. I didn't care about Shang Muxiao's presence, so I dialed Lu Yue's number directly.

"Hey, Beibei..." The call was quickly connected, and Lu Yue's voice sounded very tired.

"Why did you suddenly return the money to me?"

She sighed and said, "My dad refuses to have surgery, he said he doesn't want to spend his last days in the hospital, and we plan to respect his opinion. I'm sorry, Beijiao, I asked you to pool the money for nothing. When will we meet next time? Now, I will thank you again."

Organ transplantation is not a minor operation. It is accompanied by great risks. When you go to the operating table, you don't know if you will come down. Even if you survive the operation, it may cause a series of serious rejection reactions in the future.

Father Lu's worries are not unreasonable, but if he doesn't have surgery, there will be only one ending for him...

"Is he worried about the money? Did you tell him that the money has been collected?"

"Say, but he doesn't think it's worth it to owe someone so much money for something he doesn't know the outcome of..."

"How could it not be worth it?" I squeezed my phone. "You can buy a chance to live with money, how could it not be worth it?"

My question was too severe, and Lu Yue lost his voice. After a while, he said calmly, "Beida, I know, I know all about it. But I know it's useless, so I can't persuade him..."

This time I was speechless. Yeah, what's the use of what other people say about us? It's not us who are sick, we are not the one who has surgery, and it is not us who experience life and death. Others don't have much say in this matter.

"We've already gone home, the doctor said, maybe it's just a month or two..." Lu Yue paused for a moment, choked up and said, "If you are free, come and see my dad for the last time, he will see You should be very happy when it arrives."

Gradually let go of the strength in his hands, and his whole body was swept by a deep powerlessness. I made a low "um" and said, "I see."

After hanging up, I stared at the phone for a while, then looked up and found both Shang Muxiao and Yang Youling were looking at me.

"Xiaojie, aren't you happy?" Yang Youling asked cautiously, holding the brightly colored set of toys.

I can't say I'm unhappy, just a little... melancholy.

"No." I smiled at her, "No unhappy."