Gu Yiwei scrubbed his clothes, wrung them out and shook them off, raised his head, and saw that the light was still on in the room on the second floor of the Wang family below, but the light on the rooftop had not turned on for a long time, and when he realized that he would have such a boring confusion, he immediately choked his thoughts. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After drying his clothes, Gu Yiwei's work was almost over, and as usual, he sat on the bamboo chair and plugged his headphones to listen to music.

Suddenly, those stormy drums seemed to fill the entire space in the silent night. Gu Yiwei folded his hands behind his head, half-tilted his face to look at the sky, and the yellow light of the window below came out of the bottom frame of his vision.

Overhead, a large area of deep blue sky, in the ears, the warm and surging drum beat stirred, under this empty and quiet appearance, there seemed to be countless forces accumulating and surging in the dark, rushing to the moment of breaking through the storm.

Gu Yi's only day, what he enjoys the most is this time, he likes to be wrapped in the vast silence of the mountains and the sky in such a night, and he can still feel the passionate passion from the depths of his heart.

He laughed at his classmates and said that at night in the mountains, listening to any music that is not melodious, as long as it has a little fast rhythm, you can deeply understand the concept of entropy with another humanistic feeling. Plug in the headphones, the whole world blooms with disorderly desires, take off the headphones, and immediately achieve an orderly return.

The stars return to their positions, the heavens and the earth are constant, but every floating dust is jumping within a certain energy level, or calmly, or sleepy, or just pushed, or trying to get rid of the confinement, every floating dust will eventually carve its own trajectory in the jumping.

At the end of the song, Gu Yiwei took off the headphones, slowed down for a second, first let himself adapt to the quiet around him, and then casually put his hands on both sides of the bamboo chair, ready to adjust his sitting posture. He froze suddenly, and his fingers reached into the seams of the chair and felt three small things that were slightly elastic.

That's peach gum.

Gu Yiwei picked it up, held it in his palm, and lowered his head to distinguish it. The light outside was dim, and I saw three small clusters of dust. It must have been Xu Shuangchuan and Wang Rui who were temporarily resting on the chair before going to the bamboo forest, and then they came back from the bamboo forest, and in the chaos, no one thought of reminding her to take it back.

Gu Yiwei looked at Wang's house below, the room on the second floor was still lit, and it seemed that they had canceled the arrangement to go to the rooftop every day.

On the last night, Chen Chi spent a little more time chatting with his uncle, returned upstairs, pushed open the door and was surprised, Xu Shuangchuan sat on the bed wrapped in a quilt, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Shuangshuang, why don't you sleep yet?" Chen Chi walked over quickly, stroked her cheeks, and asked with a frown, "Is it cold?"

"Can't sleep, waiting for you. Xu Shuang smiled lightly, and her heart was finally much more stable.

Chen Chizai looked at her carefully, rubbed her head, took off her shoes and went to bed. "Shuangshuang, are you afraid?" He took Xu Shuangchuan into his arms, covered her shoulders and abdomen with the quilt, but he didn't cover it at all, took out the old pu fan pressed under the pillow, and slapped her back very lightly through the quilt.

Lao Pu Fan made a regular snapping sound, with a simple and leisurely charm, which has always been a familiar rhythm before Xu Shuang went to bed.

"Frost, don't be afraid," Chen Chi said, "It's safe here." Get some sleep, and tomorrow we'll be out of the mountain, and we'll be fine. He comforted her, trying to avoid mentioning snakes.

Xu Shuang pulled the quilt up and covered her mouth, and she even wanted to cover the entire top of her head. After a while, she adjusted her posture and rested her neck on Chen Chi's arm, although she panicked after a little time, her neck was close to Chen Chi's skin, and she was not exposed to the cold, which made her much more steady.

She didn't deliberately think about the things in the bamboo forest, but as long as she was quiet, the image of her looking up and studying the lump of flowers would flash in her mind. The bamboo tips swayed slowly, and the beauty instantly turned into horror, and it was about to fall on the top of her head at any time, and Xu Shuang fell from the forehead, face, throat, and collarbone to this piece of infinite cold. She pressed her face to Chen Chi's chest, and the squeezing posture didn't seem to leave her any room to breathe at all.

Chen Chi locked his eyebrows and watched her toss like this, it was always her who yelled hot in the past, if she hadn't allowed him to play a fan to send her some wind, she would have driven him to the bedside, but now she was not afraid of the heat at all. He lowered his head to her cheek and whispered, "Frost, sleep, don't worry, your husband and I will do a little bit of everything." ”

Xu Shuangchuan closed his eyes and smiled lowly, and took Chen Chi's hand: "Don't turn off the lights yet." ”

"Good. Chen Chi withdrew his arm, hugged Xu Shuangchuan, and continued to pat Lao Pu Fan.

Gu Yiwei held the peach gum in his palm and sat to enjoy the coolness. The lights on the first floor of Wang's house have long been extinguished, but the lights on the second floor have been on.

In the mountains, only this one light remains.

He got up, picked up the bamboo chair, walked into the hall, and put the peach gum on the corner of the table of the Eight Immortals, and the bamboo chair was set up as it was. The night was lonely, Gu Yiwei stood in the door, and subconsciously glanced at the light below again, before closing the door and landing on the latch.

He went to the kitchen, took the enamel cup, locked the courtyard door, and it was time to go into the house and sleep.

Gu Yiwei put the enamel cup on the square wooden stool next to the bed, sat on the bamboo couch, and unsurprisingly heard two crunching sounds. At this time, a thought suddenly flashed quickly, there was almost nowhere to sit in his room, whether today's guests sat on the bamboo couch, and were surprised by this voice, so they left quickly.

Gu Yiwei was really tired of having these conjectures, so he bent down and kicked his shoes. As he moved, the bamboo couch creaked loudly. He simply supported his hands hard, and the whole person moved to the bed, and the bamboo couch only sounded heavily for a while before it stopped.

Leaning against the wall at the head of the bed, Gu Yiwei quietly flipped through the agricultural book for half an hour, folded the corner of the book to make an imprint, put the book on the side of the pillow, turned off the light and lay down.

The room darkened instantly, and after a few moments, his eyes adjusted to the darkness, and slowly felt that the room was bright. In the extreme silence, he closed his eyes, and first thought of the steel frame of the greenhouse that would arrive tomorrow. Tomorrow, he has to sneak home, pick up his younger brother, and let him help him unload and carry the goods at the entrance of the village. The younger brother had already lied to his parents, saying that he was visiting his former classmates.

Gu Yiwei was suddenly confused, how long could he keep like this? He was lying in the corner like this, called starting a business, and the plan for starting a business was written smoothly, but every day he was exhausted for all kinds of endless problems that could not be planned, injured, thirsty, hungry, and no one cared, could he really find a way out in this mountainside far away from the bustling?

Gu Yiwei was thoughtful, but he never tossed and turned, which was also a habit he was forced to develop after moving up, and the crunching sound of the bamboo couch was too annoying. He lay upright, and I don't know how long it took, but he still didn't fall asleep.

In the end, he had to open his eyes, turn over and sit on the edge of the bed, propped up the bamboo couch with both hands, put his slippers on his feet, and looked down at the black floor tiles in front of the bed. In the middle of the night, he reached out and took the enamel cup from the square wooden stool, and when his lips touched the rim of the cup, he somehow paused for a moment before frowning and tilting his neck to take a big sip of water.

The warm liquid slid from the base of the tongue into the stomach, making Gu Yiwei feel much calmer. He continued to sit silently, looking out at the window, where the night was like frost, seeping into the small compartment of the screen.

He lifted the enamel cup, unconsciously took another sip, sipped it on the rim, and swallowed it slowly.

The water is light and tasteless.

After five or six sips, Gu Yiwei suddenly put down the cup, got up irritably and walked to the table by the window, wanting to get a breath of fresh air.

The lights are still on the second floor of Wang's house. (To be continued.) )