"I'm an exception." He walked straight inside, "Which one do you live in?" ”

Lin Hemiao followed: "The one on the far right on the second floor." ”

Cheng Ji glanced at the front of the stage and went upstairs directly.

Lin Hemiao's room was at the staircase on the second floor, she turned off the flashlight of her mobile phone, handed it back to Cheng Ji, and then took out the key to open the door.

Cheng Ji went in first, didn't turn on the lights, and glanced at it first.

"You're going to live here?"

Lin Hemiao turned on the light.

A very small room with no bathroom.

She brought the only chair in the room to Cheng Ji to sit on: "The proprietress is very good, she only charges me thirty yuan a night." ”

Cheng Ji didn't sit down, looked around, and his eyes stopped on the table, on which were a hot water kettle and two buckets of instant noodles: "Clean up your things, you sleep in my house tonight, and I'll help you find a place to live again tomorrow." ”

Lin Hemiao shook his head.

Cheng Ji's tone became stern, urging: "Don't rub around, go pack up your things." ”

Lin Hemiao is a soft persimmon in his place, he can't resist him, so he has to go and pack up, she has no luggage, only two astronomical telescopes.

She took the binoculars out of the closet, and the cardboard box was wrapped in a waterproof plastic bag.

Cheng Ji saw that she held the telescope carefully, and his heart was blocked: "If you don't have money, you don't know how to sell these two things?" ”

She looked serious: "You can't sell it, it's from you." ”

Idiot.

Cheng Ji walked over: "Give it to me." ”

Lin Hemiao didn't give it, thinking that he was going to sell it.

Cheng Ji blew the broken hair on his forehead: "I'll help you get it." ”

"Oh."

She gave one.

Cheng Ji picked up the other one and told her to follow. She held two buckets of instant noodles and obediently followed him.

When checking out, the proprietress asked Lin Hemiao: "Who is this?" ”

Cheng and waited at the door.

Lin Hemiao replied to the proprietress in a low voice: "It's my family." ”

The proprietress was relieved and told her not to run away from home again.

Cheng Ji's house is in the village of Shigang Cheng Village, which is an old house renovated, and he sleeps in the shop most of the time and rarely comes to live.

Dust was on the tables in the hall.

As soon as Cheng Ji put down his things, his phone rang.

"What?"

It was Rong Li who called: "I can't drive at night, you go to Xu Tanxi's house, she is sick and has to be sent to the county hospital." ”

Four hours ago, there had been a rain in the town, and it was raining so hard that it drenched many pedestrians who hurried home.

Huaqiao Street is connected with the old street of the grain station, there is no storefront on the east side of the old street, the highway is also very old, it was repaired in the early years, after the new station was built, the road is barren, the ground is uneven, the rain falls, it can accumulate a puddle after a while, the wind and rain, the green trees on both sides are destroyed and swaying.

There were very few pedestrians on the road, there was an old lady who pedaled on a tricycle, she sold roasted sweet potatoes, there was an oven in the back of the tricycle, trapped with hemp rope, and a little boy of three or four years old was sitting.

The little boy covered his face with his hands: "Grandma." His hands were red from the cold, and his nose was also red, "Grandma, it's raining so hard." ”

The old lady was physically tough, her feet kicked quickly, and she turned around and asked her little grandson: "Is Xiaobao cold?" ”

"Cold."

The old lady stopped first, wanting to take off the padded jacket on her body and shelter the child from the rain, but at this moment, a red umbrella came over.

The edge of the umbrella was embroidered with a few small flowers, and the old lady looked up along the hand holding the umbrella, and it turned out to be a handsome girl. In the winter in the south, the rain and fog are heavy, and in the hazy smoke and rain, the girl holding the umbrella is slim and elegant.

She said, "The umbrella is huge, so come in and hide." ”

The voice is also good, the old lady hid in the umbrella, and spoke Mandarin non-standardly: "Thank you." ”

She said no thanks, raised her hand a little higher, and tilted the umbrella to the end of the grandfather and grandson: "Are you taking the road on the left?" ”

The old lady said yes, the car stopped on the left, and asked Xu Tanxi which village he was from?

"My family lives in Zhuluanrong Village."

The old lady was on the river dam: "That's not on the way, you go home, I won't delay you." ”

There are no shops on this road, and we haven't reached the village yet, so we don't even have a place to shelter from the rain. However, the road is not long, only about 200 meters.

Xu Tanxi said, "I'll send you to the village in front." "There's a place to shelter from the rain.

The old lady didn't want to trouble her, but after looking at her little grandson, she nodded: "Then trouble you." ”

"No trouble."

Xu Tanxi held an umbrella, the old man pushed the cart, and the children in the back sang local songs in dialect, which should be a song of persuasion to drink, Xu Tanxi understood "cup after cup".

The umbrella is still a little small, it can't cover three people, a short way down, the old man and the child are fine, Xu Tanxi's entire back is wet.

She sent her grandfather and grandson to the nearest village at the left fork in the road, found a family, and sheltered from the rain under the eaves.

The old lady kept thanking her, packed her with a bag of roasted sweet potatoes, and told her to take them back to eat.

Xu Tanxi only took one, holding an umbrella and walking on the cement path, just when he came to the fork in the road, he saw Rong Li holding a black umbrella and standing on another path.

She walked over: "Sir, do you eat sweet potatoes?" ”

Her coat was almost wet, and so was the hair that was draped over her shoulders, and it was so cold that her hand holding the handle of the umbrella was already blue.

"I don't eat it." Rong Li glanced at the two grandparents not far away and asked her, "Do you know them?" ”

Xu Tanxi said: "I don't know. ”

Rong Li saw her from afar, a red umbrella was tilted, all covering the heads of the ancestors and grandchildren, and half of her was outside the umbrella.

Rong Li didn't understand at all: "Is it necessary to make yourself so embarrassed for strangers?" ”

He has poor empathy skills, and the life and death of others are irrelevant to him.

Xu Tanxi was a little cold in the rain, and her lips were white: "The child is still young-"

The same goes for the old, weak, sick and disabled, Rong Li didn't have that kindness, and interrupted her: "What does it have to do with you?" He took off his coat and threw it to her, his tone was light, "You deserve to be cold." ”

Xu Tanxi put on his coat, and when he was dressing, he held an unsteady umbrella in one hand and dangled it.

Rong Li helped her with his hand, and when she was dressed, he stopped and left.

Xu Tanxi walked behind him, one black and one red umbrella, one high and one low, she didn't walk as fast as him, and she could only look up at his back: "I read a book by my uncle before I went to college, and there was a sentence in it," she read out in a very soft tone, "Don't be kind and small." ”

She was answering his "What does it have to do with you?" ".

Rong Li knows this sentence, and he also knows the sentence before this sentence: Don't take evil as small.

She has a very correct view of good and evil, which is very different from him.

Rong Li stopped and turned to face her: "Xu Tanxi." ”

"Huh?"

She stopped and listened to him.

"I've burned your letter."

I don't know if it was blown by the wind, her red umbrella shook, and the rain splashed on her little black boots and soaked the hem of her skirt.

Rong Li didn't look at her eyes, looked at the coat she was wearing, his coat, she was dressed very ill-fitting, too big, and the black lining made her face even paler.

He and she are really not from the same world, and this rain contrasts black and white too clearly. She is right, there is nothing wrong with being kind to others, it is him, he is terminally "sick" and incompatible with this world.

"I'm much worse than you think, don't like me, and don't waste time on me." When he finished, he left her to go first.

The rain did not stop, and Xu Tanxi's voice was blown to pieces by the wind.

"Rong Li ......"

Rong Li didn't look back, not knowing if she was crying or not.

Xu Tanxi, don't cry, it's not worth it.