Yuhuatian shook his head, looked at the noodle bowl in Ma Jinliang's hand and said,
"In these troubled times, years have passed, wives and children have been separated, and when will we see each other again. The date of return is getting further and further away, and you don't understand the sadness in it. You can eat it, I won't eat it."
Ma Jinliang grabbed his chopsticks and asked him,
"Where are your parents?"
"All in the North"
Yu Huatian answered him like this, pressing his knees with his elbows, turning his head and looking at him with a calm expression, and said again,
"Eat, it will be cold if you don't eat."
"Let's eat together"
Ma Jinliang said,
"You are alone, and you and your grandma are following us. Look at them. We are all men. We should be responsible for everything after eating this bowl of noodles."
Ma Jinliang grabbed another spoon from his pocket, rubbed it on his pants, and stuffed it into Yu Huatian's hand.
"I'm older than you, so I'm a man, but you still have to listen to me. There are also those brats next door. Remember, you are older than them. If they don't obey in the future, you will kick their butts and stomachs. You're welcome."
Yu Huatian smiled, and he and Ma Jinliang leaned over the steaming bowl, picking out the noodles one by one and eating them. Ma Jinliang was so close to him that through the mist, you could see his beautiful ears and his Adam's apple sliding up and down when he sucked the noodles. He didn't know at that time that life has gone through sorrow, turmoil, and chaos, but in the end, what still makes you thrilling and unforgettable are often these seemingly trivial things.