Transmigrated into the body of a villain, I became my sister's savior.

"Here...here...you have the money."

Seeing that he didn't move for a long time, Xia Tingwan's voice trembled slightly, as if she was about to cry again.

Lin Jianshen accepted the money and silently turned to leave.

Xia Tingwan closed the door, her movements were very gentle, but there was clearly a sense of urgency in them.

He returned to his room, put the keys in his pocket, and counted them as he walked out.

It cost eighty-one yuan in total.

His old black motorcycle, covered with stickers like "I must drive the 318 in this lifetime," was parked at the entrance of the alley.

He bought this when he was in a good financial situation. Sometimes, even when he wasn't drunk, he would go out and cause a ruckus with a bunch of blond-haired guys at night.

Amid the residents' angry curses, they cheered loudly.

Lin Jianshen didn't touch it.

The supermarket isn't far, there's no need to ride.

Lin Jianshen walked forward along the alley.

On the gray utility pole next to it, various small GGs were pasted on in layers. The outermost paper for treating psoriasis had faded and revealed a desperate gray-white color.

The edges curled up, rustling in the night breeze.

He thought of Xia Tingwan again. If people had colors, then her color must be this faded, hazy white.

A long period of his own life was also characterized by this color.

After walking for ten minutes, we arrived at a small supermarket.

By 8 p.m., the vegetable section was already empty.

He bought the cheapest noodles, weighed out about ten yuan's worth of loose rice in a plastic bag, a bottle of Lao Gan Ma chili sauce, a piece of pork with more fat than lean meat, a few eggs, and a pack of ham sausages.

There weren't many customers in the supermarket, and the owner, Lao Zhang, was looking up at the small TV on the wall.

In the news report, the female host, dressed in a gray suit, announced in an enthusiastic tone: "Chasing Wind Media has produced another hit short drama, with over 100 million views!"

"Now let's interview the main creative team..."

Several exquisitely made-up faces flashed across the screen.

Lin Jianshen turned his gaze away from the group of handsome men and beautiful women and knocked on the glass counter: "Old Zhang, check please."

Old Zhang turned his head, glanced at the item in his hand, and skillfully scanned the code and collected the money.

He didn't speak, but Lin Jianshen caught a hint of disdain and contempt hidden in his eyes.

Lin Jianshen didn't pay attention, but checked the receipt again.

That's how it is when you buy things in a supermarket. Everything looks like it only costs a few dollars, but when you go to checkout, you find that you have to pay a lot of money.

He carefully checked the receipt twice to make sure it was correct before carefully putting away the remaining twenty-six yuan.

I returned home with shopping bags, inserted the key into the lock, turned it, and pushed it open.

The light was left on in the entryway.

Lin Jianshen stood at the door for a moment, stunned.

He remembered very clearly that he had turned off the lights when he left the house.

Having lived two lifetimes, this was the first time someone had left a light on for him.

The lamp seemed to not only dispel the darkness in the entryway, but also shine into his heart.

It even carried a faint hint of scorching heat.

He walked into the living room, then paused again.

There was a glass on the table, its inner wall dampened by the warm water, forming a thin layer of mist.

A droplet of water condensed at the edge and slowly, meandered down the side of the cup.

It grew larger and larger, eventually flowing into the water.

Lin Jianshen stared blankly at the water stain, feeling as if his heart had been struck by something.

He had intended to drink beer to quench his thirst, but the beer was thrown away.

Xia Tingwan must have noticed this scene, so she poured him a glass of water.

In his previous life, Lin Jianshen's greatest obsession was to have a home with family.

People will eventually be trapped for life by what they sought in their youth but could not obtain.

What one could not obtain in a previous life is readily available to this body.

But this body doesn't know how to cherish it.

"Original owner, you're a fucking scumbag. How could you treat such a good sister like this?"

It took Lin Jianshen several seconds to calm the unfamiliar emotions surging in his chest.

He picked up his water glass, ready to drink, but then brought it to his nose and took a few deep sniffs to make sure there was no strange smell before drinking it.

Colorless and odorless poisons are almost non-existent.

The warm water slid down my throat, bringing a strange sense of comfort.

The burning sensation in my heart seemed to become even more pronounced.

However, staying could be life-threatening.

You must not be soft-hearted.

Forget it, let's just cook a nice meal and consider it... a farewell dinner.

He carried the ingredients into the kitchen.

Take out the pork and cut off the fat with a knife.

This knife was just sharpened; it works exceptionally well.

I greased the pot with pork skin and patiently rendered the fat into lard. When the cracklings were golden brown and crispy, I took them out.

Finely chop the lean meat into minced meat, and stir-fry it with rendered lard and a little Lao Gan Ma chili sauce until fragrant.

Remove the meat sauce and cook it into noodles, leaving a little broth to make noodle soup.

After the dough is cooked, spread the meat sauce evenly on top.

This kitchen allows me to work more freely, and I'm not as busy as I was when I was working in my previous life.

When he had the means, Lin Jianshen was willing to treat himself to better food.

Two steaming bowls of pork noodles are ready. Ham sausage and tender poached eggs sit on top of the oily sauce and noodles, filling the air with their aroma.

He took a bowl, returned to the table, and wolfed down several large mouthfuls.

The empty stomach was filled with warm food, and the burning sensation finally subsided a little.

He picked up another bowl of noodles, walked to Xia Tingwan's door, and knocked.

A startled voice came from inside the house: "Is...is something wrong...?"

Lin Jian took a deep breath and adopted the original owner's impatient tone: "Get out and eat!"

Xia Tingwan was taken aback, wondering what new trick this was all about.

But there was no escaping it. She took a deep breath and carefully opened the door a crack.

On the ground by the door was a bowl of fragrant noodles, topped with a poached egg and a sausage.

"For...for me?"

She asked incredulously.

"Nonsense, if I don't eat dinner, I'll get stomach problems, and who's going to make money for me?" Lin Jianshen had already returned to the dining table.

While eating, he muttered and cursed, "I'm rewarding you because I'm in a good mood. Remember to make more money tomorrow."

"She's going out to collect recyclables tomorrow, and I'll just happen to be there..."

Halfway through his thought, Lin Jianshen felt a pang of sadness and turned to look.

Xia Tingwan squatted on the ground, eating noodles in small bites, her movements almost devout.

She first gently poked a small hole in the fried egg with the tip of her chopsticks, letting the golden egg liquid slowly flow out, and then put it into her mouth along with the noodles.

That egg seemed to her to be some kind of supreme delicacy.

He recalled a late night in his past life when he was starving and wandered in front of a restaurant.

The owner brought him a bowl of noodles with a poached egg on top.

His appearance back then was probably not much different from Xia Tingwan's appearance now.

Lin Jianshen's noodles hung on the chopsticks, dangling, and he didn't put them in his mouth for a long time.

The idea of ​​running away has been abandoned.

It went through my mind several times, but I couldn't get it back on track.

Lin Jianshen ate a bite of noodles somewhat numbly.

This bowl of noodles is very well made; the skill is comparable to that of a noodle shop chef.

But it tastes bland when you eat it.

Xia Tingwan's shoulders trembled slightly, as if she were crying.

They look so pitiful.

"Damn it, it's just a bowl of noodles, what's there to cry about?" Lin Jianshen turned his head away, thinking viciously, "I hate it when people cry. What problem does crying solve?"

"Don't forget, Lin Jianshen, she may have killed 'you' a few hours ago."

"You just tried it yourself, that knife was so sharp, so easy to use... it might have been prepared for dismemberment."

Lin Jianshen's hands trembled, and the noodles on his chopsticks slipped back into the bowl, splashing soup.

He irritably wiped the oil stains off his gray short-sleeved shirt with his fingers.

"We have to run. If we don't, we might just die here for no reason one day."

"This place, these people, are both very dangerous."

He forcefully shoveled a large mouthful of noodles into his mouth and chewed mechanically.

The steaming soup in front of him made his eyes a little blurry.