Zhou Jiyou had his first meal in the mountain village, and the sky was already slightly dark.

There is no electricity in the village, and the Shen family has an old-fashioned kerosene lamp, but unfortunately it was scrapped not long ago.

Shen Fei carried a small table to the door, and by the gray light outside, three small benches were placed in turn with their backs to the wall and the sky.

The kitchen was a tiled shed built at the corner of the house, and Zhou Jiyou was called out of the room by Shen Fei to eat, and she stood by the door, looking at the gray mountains in the distance and the lush trees nearby.

Shen Fei went back and forth several times to serve dishes from the shed, wanting to invite her to a seat, but every time his mouth opened but closed.

She looked too pretentious, and he couldn't bother.

Above the low table, there was only one plate of roast chicken at the beginning, and at the end there was a plate of shredded potatoes, a plate of scrambled eggs with loofah, and three pairs of chopsticks.

The utensils used to serve the dishes are different, including yellow iron bowls, stainless steel bowls, and large white porcelain bowls, the only thing in common is that they are all old, and there is even a sharp notch in the porcelain bowl.

The chopsticks are earthy yellow, as if they have not been washed, and most of them have mold marks.

Zhou Jiyou squatted in front of the table, lowered his head to judge, and picked at it with his fingernails, but he couldn't remove it.

The sound of footsteps came from far and near, a shadow was reflected on the tabletop, and the spots on the chopsticks melted into the darkness, and suddenly it was impossible to see clearly.

Zhou Jiyou's nails were still scratching on it, she raised her head, Shen Fei stepped on the threshold with one foot, holding two bowls of rice, stunned, looking like she couldn't enter.

He had the light on his back, and Zhou Jiyou couldn't distinguish his expression. She retracted her index finger indifferently and stood up neatly.

Speechless.

The dimming light of the sky cast over his head, slightly illuminating his short hawthorny hair.

The two men looked at each other, both motionless.

"Why don't you go in?" Grandma Shen walked along the eaves with a bowl of rice.

Shen Fei's back stiffened, he stepped into the room with his feet raised, lowered his head, and put the two bowls in his hand in front of the table corresponding to the small bench.

When Grandma Shen appeared outside the door, he sat on a bench nearby, his hands on his knees, his face was flat, and his eyes were lowered, as if he was looking at the dishes and the table, but he was not looking at her anyway.

Zhou Jiyou glanced at him, and withdrew his gaze before Grandma Shen entered the house.

"Sit, sit down." Grandma Shen greeted her warmly, speaking in the local dialect.

The words were short, and she could roughly guess the meaning.

She also sat on a bench nearby, so that the small bench in the middle facing the door happened to be reserved for Grandma Shen.

Grandma Shen is half a head shorter than Zhou Jiyou, her short black and white hair is cut down her neck an inch below her ears, which is very neat, and she wears a black hairband for the elderly on the top of her head, leaving no broken hair.

Grandma Shen walked around behind Shen Fei and was about to sit down, when she found that Shen Fei had brought two bowls of rice in advance, one bowl in front of her and the other bowl in front of Zhou Jiyou, she looked at her grandson sitting there with a paralyzed face, a little funny.

Without saying anything, she curled the corners of her mouth and put the bowl of rice in her hand in front of Shen Fei's table.

Shen Fei glanced at the sudden extra white rice in his sight, and Grandma Shen gently snorted at him, her eyes full of disgust.

Zhou Jiyou didn't have this thing of family affection, she opened her eyes and didn't want to see more.

"Come, come, eat." Grandma Shen motioned for her to take chopsticks and put a big chicken leg in her bowl, "There's nothing to entertain, don't dislike it." ”

As soon as the sentence was long, Zhou Jiyou immediately couldn't understand it.

She looked at the "white chopped chicken" in the bowl, it did not have a bright red color, but it became a little yellow-orange and orange under a long time of oil stewing, and the block was also very large, and a whole chicken leg was attached to a small part of the meat on the back of the chicken.

She pinched her chopsticks and didn't move.

Shen Fei put shredded potatoes and loofah slices in the bowl, and the chicken pieces and scrambled eggs were not touched.

The dinner was too much for him. There are eggs and meat, and they can only be eaten during the Chinese New Year.

He was bored with his head and picked up the rice, and his thigh was suddenly patted by his grandmother lightly, and his eyes were raised from the mouth of the bowl with doubt.

Grandma Shen quietly pointed to the other side with her eyes, and the corners of her eyes lifted, and the wrinkles trembled.

Shen Fei followed her guidance and looked straight at the other side, and then, stunned.

Zhou Jiyou sat on the small bench, his chest was bent down against his bent legs, his head was slightly lowered, and he did not move his chopsticks. The round neck of the long skirt fell loosely out of the air outlet, and the complexion was snow-white, and a small trace of the developing silhouette could be faintly seen.

The roots of his ears suddenly went numb, and he hurriedly lowered his head, his expression stiffened as if he were hiding from the plague.

Grandma Shen slapped his thigh again, this time increasing her strength a little, and there was a sound.

He was confused and confused, his thigh suddenly shook, his heart jumped suddenly, and the arm holding the bowl trembled slightly uncontrollably.

When he raised his eyes, he was going to silently ask his grandmother what was going on, but he bumped into Zhou Jiyou's indifferent gaze.

Grandma Shen sat on her side, wincing at him, he wanted to tell her that the girl was looking at them, but her throat was blocked, and it was difficult to speak: "Grandma......"

Grandma Shen kicked him under the table and lowered her voice: "What are you doing?" ”

Shen Fei lifted his chin.

Grandma Shen turned her head, Zhou Jiyou looked at her, curled the corners of her lips, and said, "Is there anything you are dissatisfied with me?" ”

The language is sharp, flat and straightforward.

Grandma Shen and Shen Fei were both dumbfounded and froze.

She smiled slightly to inquire for advice, maybe it was because it was a little darker, Shen Fei didn't see that she was smiling, but felt that her eyes were misty and cold.

He subconsciously recalled Zhou Jiyou's age in his mind, remembering that he seemed to be the same age as his sister Shen Xin, and he was also fourteen years old. But strangely, he couldn't see her as a little sister, and in a certain way, she was more like an adult in his eyes.

Little adult.

Grandma Shen has lived in a poor country all her life, and she can understand Mandarin but can't speak it, Zhou Jiyou patiently waited for her to finish the call, and shook her head: "Sorry, I don't understand." ”

Grandma Shen hurriedly asked Shen Fei to translate for her.

"I ...... My grandma said that she was not satisfied with you, not satisfied. The sky is getting darker and darker, the room is almost gone, and the bowl in Shen Fei's hand is gradually turning from hot to warm, "She looks at you, she hasn't eaten, worried that the food is not to your liking." ”

Grandma Shen nodded at Zhou Jiyou, her eyes simple and kind.

Everyone's faces turned into a blurry dark color in the faint light, Zhou Jiyou picked up the bowl, picked up the big chicken leg across the rice, put it in his mouth and took a bite, chewing slowly.

The taste is not fragrant, but it is not unpleasant.

Grandma Shen and Shen Fei looked at her intently in the darkness.

After swallowing the chicken, Zhou Jiyou thought about it and gave a concise evaluation: "It's delicious." ”

thought that she would not stare at her anymore, but she underestimated Grandma Shen's enthusiasm, and when she heard that it was delicious, the old man immediately smiled and put another piece of chicken wings in her bowl.

"Eat as much as you like."

Zhou Jiyou can't understand, but he can guess seven or eight by looking at his actions.

When Grandma Shen picked up the next piece, she put the bowl away, "Don't give it to me anymore, give it to him." His eyes pointed at Shen Fei.

Shen Fei was stunned: "...... I don't like meat. ”

Really don't love? Zhou Jiyou didn't believe it and didn't say anything.

Grandma Shen still clamped the good parts of the chicken, and turned her wrist in front of her, "Come, continue." ”

Zhou Jiyou said: "I really don't need it. ”

Grandma Shen disagreed: "You're welcome. ”

Zhou Jiyou: "......"

She is not polite, and just because she is not unpalatable does not mean that she can eat it.

After thinking about it for a while, Zhou Jiyou said: "I can't put it in the bowl, and I will clip it myself after eating." ”

Grandma Shen finally moved her hand away, moved her chopsticks down, and was about to put the chicken nuggets back on the plate.

Shen Fei was stunned, and Grandma Shen said, "Good grandson, go and light candles." ”

Shen Fei hesitated, looked at his grandmother, and then at Zhou Jiyou, who began to eat slowly, put down the dishes and chopsticks, got up and went to the high table to find a red candle that was still half left, polished a match, and lit it.

He walked back with the candle in hand, half-crouched in front of the door, tilted the candle and dripped wax oil on the wooden threshold.

The firelight flickered, reflecting his slightly drooping eyebrows, and Zhou Jiyou raised his head.

Grandma Shen frowned, not angry: "You put the candle on the table, what are you doing so far away." ”

A faint light source dimly illuminates the door. Shen Feiwen sat back, the chopsticks were clipped back into his fingers, holding the bowl, and whispered: "Put it on the table, attract mosquitoes, it will definitely bite her." ”

The skin and tender meat are fine, and the mosquitoes in the mountains have never tasted it, and they love it to death.

The dialect used in the conversation, Zhou Jiyou didn't know what they were talking about, and he wasn't interested.

I ate a lot of food, a lot of dishes, and every time I ate a little bit, I was filled up by Grandma Shen, and in the end, I didn't know what I was eating, so I just swallowed it with my head down.

Not only was his stomach almost burst, but he was also bitten several bags on his legs, and the mosquitoes in the mountains were more poisonous than tigers, swollen and itchy.

Zhou Jiyou opened the suitcase and spread it on the ground, found the wind oil essence from the side net pocket, sat on the bed and applied it by himself, and the pungent smell spread.

Through a wooden door, Shen Fei's voice came clearly: "The water is boiled, you come out and take a bath." ”

Zhou Jiyou sat on his knees, in a candlelight, turned his head to stare at the door: "Where are you taking a bath?" ”

She has briefly seen it inside and out during the day, the toilet is outside the house, no, it can't be counted as a toilet, it can only be called a pit. She couldn't see where there was a bath in the whole house.

Shen Fei hesitated for a moment and said, "Outside." ”