Soul Patch

Chapter 254 It’s him!
The person Andy bumped into also spilled their tofu pudding. He panicked and kept saying "I'm sorry."

The boy in front of her had soup and white tofu residue splattered on his sneakers and sweatpants.

Andy felt a pang of guilt and was about to find a napkin to hand to him so he could wipe himself.

She mentally prepared herself, expecting the other party to argue with her.

But none of her worries came true. The boy's initial anger quickly dissipated, and he only muttered a few complaints.

Andy looked up, staring in surprise at the boy in front of her.

When Andy's gaze fell on the boy's face, his eyes instantly sharpened, and a voice in his heart repeated itself with unwavering determination:

It's him! It's him.

This person must be Jia Song, Jia Nan's brother.

He looked so much like Jia Nan—the smooth contours of his face, the high bridge of his nose, the curve of his mouth when he spoke, and the faint indifference in his eyes… everything about him was exactly the same as Jia Nan's.

The boy in front of her was even more immature than Jia Nan, appearing somewhat naive, and... there were some things hidden in his eyes that she couldn't understand.

Andy, of course, didn't understand; it was a personality distortion and extreme inferiority complex caused by long-term repression.

Unexpectedly, she encountered one of the people she was looking for in this way.

Wenjie's story replayed in her mind: Jia Song had been bullied by a group of teenage boys for a long time, which caused him to have a split personality. Whenever he saw a lone teenage boy, he couldn't control his urge to beat him.

Andy shrank back and took half a step back.

She hurriedly grabbed the tofu pudding from the plastic takeout box at the breakfast stall, put it in a plastic bag, and handed it to the boy in front of her: "Um, I'm so sorry, I'm really sorry, this is for you..."

After hesitating for a moment, she slipped a box of tofu pudding into the plastic bag: "This is for your brother, consider it compensation! I didn't mean to, please forgive me!"

After Andy finished speaking, she whispered to the shop owner that the two boxes of tofu pudding should be on her tab.

Jia Song stood there, staring blankly at Andy, neither reaching out to take the tofu pudding nor refusing it. Andy simply picked up the plastic bag and shoved it into his hand, then turned and walked inside, finding a clean seat to sit down and ordering from the owner.

She secretly glanced at Jia Song out of the corner of her eye; that...that cross-dresser was still there.

Andy felt a sudden panic: Why hasn't Jia Song left yet?

Did you find something?
She looked around the simple breakfast stall. The owner was a plump middle-aged woman wearing an oily apron, preparing the food for her according to the items she had ordered.

Soon, soy milk, fried dough sticks, and tea eggs were served.

Andy pointed to the table, and the owner casually placed the bowls and plates of food in front of her.

The dishes clattered against the table, making a "clatter, clatter" sound, and her gaze naturally fell on the table.

This is a long table with mottled grease stains on the surface, which looks disgusting.

The chairs around her were empty. In rural areas, most people eat breakfast at home, and it is rare for them to go out and spend money to buy breakfast.

Everything here suggests that this was an ordinary village on the outskirts of M City in 2007.

The area is isolated with poor transportation and slow economic development. People live a simple, rough, yet extremely regular life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

As for Jia Song, although he has a handsome appearance and outstanding temperament, this... is probably mostly inherited from his father or mother.

That's not the point. The point is that his upbringing determined his perspective and level of understanding.

In other words, Jia Song could not possibly know the purpose of his trip.

Thinking of this, Andy breathed a sigh of relief, frowned slightly at the chopsticks in front of him, and silently picked them up.

(End of this chapter)