Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

The barbecue stall is located in a somewhat out-of-the-way spot, away from the main road of the seaside promenade, hidden behind a few coconut trees.

Several plastic tables and chairs were scattered on the open ground, with a light bulb hanging overhead, casting a dim yellow light on the surroundings.

There weren't many people, just two tables. One table had two young people sitting at it, and the other table was empty.

Xiao Yunqing pulled Song Huan to sit down and started ordering without even looking at the menu.

"Ten chicken wings, ten beef skewers, five squid skewers, two corn skewers, two chive skewers, and two grilled oysters."

Song Huan interrupted her, "Can you finish it?"

Xiao Yunqing said matter-of-factly, "If we can't finish it, we'll pack it up."

She continued looking at the menu, then suddenly looked up. "What would you like to order?"

Song Huan casually said, "Give me a bottle of beer."

No sooner had he finished speaking than the menu was smashed on his head.

The sound was a soft "snap," not heavy, but quite loud.

Xiao Yunqing glared at him, huffing and puffing, "Song Huan, I'm warning you, you can't smoke, and you absolutely can't drink! Don't be like those guys who think smoking and drinking are cool and will attract girls' attention!"

Looking at Xiao Yunqing, who was chanting like a mantra, Song Huan covered her head and said, "I was just saying."

"You can't just say it casually!" Xiao Yunqing didn't give him a chance to interrupt. "Look at you, it's only been a few days since school started, you've already gotten into a fight, received a disciplinary action, and now you want to drink? Are you trying to break every single rule in the school?"

Song Huan was both amused and exasperated. "Okay, okay, I won't drink it. I was wrong."

Xiao Yunqing snorted, took back the menu, and continued ordering.

An auntie at the barbecue stall next door was grilling skewers when she heard the commotion. She turned to look, then glanced at her husband and said with a sigh, "Look at him, he knows smoking and drinking are bad at such a young age."

The uncle at the barbecue stall was adding charcoal to the fire when he heard this. He smiled sheepishly and slowed down his movements a beat.

The skewers arrived, a huge plateful. The chicken wings were grilled to a golden brown, the beef sizzled with oil, and the squid was curled up, sprinkled with cumin and chili powder.

The sea breeze carries the fragrance far and wide.

Xiao Yunqing picked up a chicken wing, took a bite, and narrowed her eyes.

"tasty."

Song Huan also took a skewer of beef, chewed it, and found it to be quite good.

The meat was tender, cooked to perfection, and the seasonings were well absorbed.

The only downside was the lack of ice-cold beer.

He glanced at the Coke on the table and sighed.

Xiao Yunqing ate happily, her mouth never stopping.

After finishing the chicken wings, he grabbed a skewer of squid, and after finishing the squid, he grabbed some corn. His cheeks were bulging, like a hamster hoarding food.

Song Huan looked at her and laughed.

"Slow down, no one's going to take it from you."

Xiao Yunqing glared at him and mumbled, "It's none of your business."

Then continue eating.

A sea breeze blew, causing the light bulb to sway, its light and shadow flickering on the ground. The sound of waves crashing in the distance echoed, one after another.

Song Huan leaned back in her chair, feeling that although the day had been awful, it had ended alright.

Just then, a voice drifted into my ear.

It was very light, very far away, as if it were leaking from some corner.

[I'll die here tonight.]

Song Huan's smile froze on her face.

He turned his head sharply and looked in the direction of the sound.

A man was standing by the guardrail a few dozen meters away.

He was dressed in a suit and tie, his shoes were shiny, and his hair was neatly combed.

He stood by the railing, his hands resting on the bars, looking out at the sea.

The sea breeze blew by, billowing out his suit.

Song Huan stared at him for two seconds.

The man climbed over the railing.

The movements were slow, as if they were doing something very ordinary.

He stood outside the railing, his feet on the narrow concrete edge, his hands holding onto the railing.

Below was the sea, dark and gloomy, with waves crashing against the embankment, splashing up white foam.

Song Huan cursed inwardly.

To run into something like this while just going out for barbecue, I'm incredibly unlucky.

He intended to pretend he hadn't heard.

But the person had already climbed over.

and……

I'm a Young Pioneer!

Song Huan stood up.

Xiao Yunqing was enjoying her chicken wing when she saw him suddenly stand up and was stunned.

"What's wrong?"

Song Huan didn't answer and strode over there.

Xiao Yunqing looked in the direction he was looking and saw the man outside the railing. She almost dropped the chicken wing in her hand.

She quickly put down her things and chased after him.

The auntie at the barbecue stall noticed it too, and her brush stopped in mid-air.

The middle-aged man stood up and looked in that direction.

Song Huan walked to the railing and stopped three or four steps away from the man.

"Sir, calm down. Let's talk things over."

Keep the noise low and try to keep it flat.

The man heard the sound and turned his head.

The streetlight shone on his face. He was in his thirties, with regular features, but his complexion was poor, his eyes were sunken, and his beard was not clean-shaven.

He saw Song Huan, paused for a moment, and then smiled.

There was a hint of bitterness in that smile.

"Thank you, child. I never knew there were still good people in this world."

He paused.

"Turn your head away, I hope you don't have nightmares."

After saying that, he released one hand and leaned forward.

Xiao Yunqing stood next to Song Huan, her face turning pale instantly.

She opened her mouth, wanting to shout, but it felt like something was blocking her throat.

Song Huan spoke up.

"etc!"

The man stopped.

His body remained in a forward-leaning posture, with one hand still resting on the railing.

Song Huan's mind raced. He needed to make him still have some attachment to this world.

We need to find something to keep him tied up.

"What will happen to your wife if you die?"

The man remained silent for a few seconds.

My wife ran off with someone else.

Song Huan: "..."

He cursed himself inwardly, thinking, "Why did I have to bring up something I didn't want to talk about?"

But he couldn't stop; he had to keep making conversation.

"What about your brother? What will happen to him after you die?"

The man's voice lowered even further.

"I ran away with my brother."

Song Huan almost choked on her own saliva.

He heard Xiao Yunqing next to him gasp.

Alright, this guy is really pitiful.

Song Huan silently mourned for him for a second in her heart.

"And what about your child?"

"Both of them are his."

Song Huan took a deep breath.

"Think about your parents, okay?"

The man's voice began to tremble.

"My parents forced me to get married."

After saying that, he squatted outside the railing, covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders trembled.

"They forced me to marry her, forced me to buy a house, forced me to have children. Now she's run away, the house is gone, and the child isn't even mine..."

He cried like a child.

Song Huan stood there, unsure of what to say.

Okay, go ahead and jump.

He said it to himself silently.

Then, as if his words had come true, the man stood up.

He wiped his face and looked at Song Huan.

"Thank you, child. Talking to you has made me feel much better."

He smiled.

"But I'd rather not live."

Then he let go.

He fell backward and disappeared into the dark sea.

With a "splash," water splashed up and was quickly swallowed by the waves.

Xiao Yunqing screamed.

Song Huan's face changed instantly.

He turned and ran to the barbecue stall, grabbed the iron rack leaning against the table. It was a long iron pipe with a hook at one end, used to turn the charcoal next to the barbecue grill.

"Could I borrow this?"

Before the uncle could react, Song Huan had already run back.

He ran to the railing and looked out at the sea.

The waves were huge, and it was pitch black; you couldn't see anything at all.

Then he saw a hand reach out of the water, slap it, and then sink back down.

It's right below. Not far from the embankment.

Song Huan extended the iron frame.

"catch!"

The man thrashed about in the water, choking on it several times, his hands flailing wildly in the darkness.

The hook on the iron frame swayed around him a few times before he finally grabbed it.

Song Huan pulled back, bracing her feet on the base of the guardrail, her face turning bright red.

The iron frame was very heavy, and with the weight of a person added, his hands were chafed raw.

Xiao Yunqing rushed over, grabbed his arm, and pulled him backward together.

"I told my aunt to call the police!" she shouted. "110 said they're coming right away!"

The uncle at the barbecue stall also ran over, grabbed the metal frame, and pulled it backward with force.

He was tall and strong, and with a little effort, he pulled the man closer.

With the combined effort of the three men, they finally pulled the man out of the water.

He lay on the embankment, soaked to the bone, having swallowed several mouthfuls of water, coughing as he lay there.

Song Huan plopped down on the ground, panting.

My hands were shaking, and my palms were red from being rubbed raw by the metal frame.

Xiao Yunqing squatted down next to him, her face still pale.

Are you alright?

Song Huan shook her head, looked at her, and suddenly smiled, "Am I handsome?"

Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment, then angrily slapped him.

"What time is it for you to still be joking!"

The police cars arrived quickly.

Two policemen got out of the car, one young and one older.

The older man squatted down to check on the man, made sure he was alright, and then had someone help him into the car.

The young policeman walked over and looked at Song Huan and Xiao Yunqing.

"Did you call the police?"

Xiao Yunqing nodded.

The young policeman asked again, "Was this someone you rescued too?"

Song Huan stood up from the ground and patted the dust off his pants.

"I guess so. We borrowed a metal frame and used it to pull him up."

The young policeman looked at him, then at the barbecue stall owner next to him.

The man waved his hand, "I just lent a hand; the kid found it first."

The young policeman nodded, looking at Song Huan with a hint of admiration in his eyes.

"Little friend, which school are you from? We'll write a letter of commendation to the school later."

Song Huan immediately stood up straight.

He straightened his collar and his expression turned serious.

"Officer, there's no need to write a commendation letter. I just did what a Young Pioneer should do."

The young policeman was stunned for a moment; he hadn't seen such an outstanding child in a long time.

These are the flowers of our motherland!

Song Huan continued, "My name is Song Huan. I'm just an ordinary Young Pioneer from Class 1, Grade 7 at Yucai No.1 Middle School."

He spoke with an air of righteous indignation, his expression as serious as if he were reciting a text.

The young policeman looked at him, speechless for a long time.

The older policeman next to him walked over, heard this, and nodded with satisfaction.

Then he suddenly realized what was happening.

"If you're talking so righteously, how come you reported your class, name, and school so quickly?"

Song Huan's expression froze for a moment.

Xiao Yunqing, who was standing to the side, was initially nervous for him, but upon hearing this, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.

But the corners of her mouth were turned up.

This person is really...

[It's both silly and funny.]

[But he's quite handsome.]

Song Huan pretended not to hear and continued talking to the police.

The older policeman took out his notebook, wrote down the name and school, and asked a few more questions about what happened.

Song Huan answered one by one, while Xiao Yunqing added to the answers from the side.

After taking notes, the older policeman closed his notebook and patted Song Huan on the shoulder.

"Good job, young man. I'll tell your school to give him the praise he deserves."

Song Huan waved her hand, "No need, no need, it's my pleasure."

The young policeman laughed from the side, "You weren't like this when you were giving your name earlier."

Song Huan shut up obediently.

Xiao Yunqing couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The police car drove away, carrying the man.

As he left, he leaned out of the car window, glanced at Song Huan, and said "thank you."

Song Huan waved her hand without saying a word.

I hope this guy lives a good life!

The lights at the barbecue stall were still on.

The plate of grilled skewers on the table had gone cold; the oil from the chicken wings had congealed into white grease, and the squid had hardened.

The older man came over and took the plate away.

"Don't eat it, I'll bake you another one."

Song Huan wanted to refuse, but the uncle had already turned around to get the ingredients.

The aunt came over and put two bottles of Coke on the table.

"Have something to drink to calm your nerves." She looked at Song Huan with a hint of concern in her eyes. "Is your hand alright?"

Song Huan looked down at her hands.

My palms were red and had several marks from the metal frame, but the skin wasn't broken.

"fine."

Xiao Yunqing took his hand, looked down at him, and frowned.

"You said you were fine, but now you're all red."

She took a tissue out of her pocket, dampened it with water, gently wiped his palm, and then carefully blew on it with her lips pursed.

It's cool.

Song Huan didn't say anything, just watched her lower her head and blow on her wound.

Her eyelashes were long and drooped down, casting a small shadow under the streetlight.

The breeze was cool, and the movements were very gentle.

After she finished playing, she looked up and glared at him.

"Watch out, or I won't be responsible for you next time."

Song Huan pretended not to know and asked, "Who helped me pull it just now?"

Xiao Yunqing blushed. "I was afraid you'd fall!"

"oh."

"real!"

"Okay, okay, really."

Xiao Yunqing snorted and remained silent.

The fresh skewers were served, piping hot and steaming.

Xiao Yunqing picked up a chicken wing and took a bite.

He chewed for a bit, then squinted his eyes again.

Song Huan also took a skewer of beef, and as she chewed, she suddenly felt that today's barbecue tasted even better than before.

A sea breeze blew by, and the light bulb swayed.

The sound of waves crashing came from afar.