Xiang Hai's handwriting is clean and chic, very in his own style.

He has a name "hw" on this page, Lin Yilan is of course helpless about the combination of these two letters, and he looks at it casually a few times and then continues to look down.

[A person came in from outside, and as soon as he came in, he asked:

"Auntie, do you know about the people living in the dead man's house?"

Yang Cuihua's men are older but very young, and almost everyone over the age of twenty in the village has to be called by the housekeeper. Xiaoshu, who is only eight years old, is the same generation as her man.

Xiaoshu's mother grabbed Leek's hand and paused, "Isn't that the city man?" What's wrong? ”

"Oh, auntie, you don't know," Yang Cuihua's eyes lit up frighteningly again, and she came over directly and said, "You don't know, the town is crazy, saying that it's a neurosis." ”

Seeing that Xiaoshu's mother was still unknown, she mysteriously leaned over and said, "Everyone outside says that it is a same-sex relationship, but they don't like women, they only like men." ”

"What nonsense?" Xiaoshu's father slapped his chopsticks, "When people get married, they all have daughters." ”

"Then he's gone!" Yang Cuihua cut off Xiaoshu's father's words, and asked rhetorically with a winning attitude:

"Uncle, do you know why he divorced?"

Xiaoshu's father's hand holding the steamed bun tightened tightly and did not speak. Yang Cuihua laughed:

"He with a man, and his wife sees it and hits it, hahahaha...... Isn't it to blame for being rich? What's the use? ”

"Xiaoshu hurry up and eat, finish eating and go to homework."

The mother's sudden words brought back the confused little tree, and he quickly finished eating a few bites, and pushed the dishes and chopsticks into it to write his homework.

Xiaoshu is a second-year squat student, knows a lot, and writes quickly.

Until Xiaoshu finished his homework, Xiaoshu saw that his mother was still talking to people in the kitchen, and his father was not there. I was really curious, and sneaked over, and saw Yang Cuihua holding a rice bowl, stretching out her head and whispering something to his mother, who was constantly adding firewood to the bottom of the pot. His mother's face was calm, and she didn't say anything, she just added firewood, regardless of the fact that the water in the pot had already boiled and the water vapor had flooded the blackened roof.

Xiaoshu's father was squatting beside his wife with a wooden stick in his hand, and the wooden stick was fiddling with the red brick joints on the ground for a while, and a red brick could be pulled out directly.

Xiaoshu sneaked out of the door, saw the dilapidated hut a few hundred meters away with the lights on, looked back at the steamy kitchen, and rushed out with a shrunk neck.

It was only seven o'clock in the evening, and there always seemed to be thick ink swinging in front of the little tree's eyes. He was extra careful when crossing the bridge, for fear that he would go to the bottom of the bridge with one foot.

The little tree came to the gate of the small courtyard in the dark, and the gate opened as soon as it was pushed. He looked back at the foggy yellow light from the window of his small kitchen, and calculated the time Yang Cuihua might stay in his house, scratched his palm, and leaned in.

Far away, Xiao Shu saw that the man was bending down to put down the food in his hand, and when he turned around, he was very surprised to see Xiao Shu, whose pale skin was warmed in the dim yellow light, and his smile was even gentler.

He had taken off his stupid white robe, and was wearing a sweater that could not be seen in the dim yellow light, and black pants that were not affected by any light, and sat there upright, just like in the TV series...... Well...... The maids called "Big Young Master"? I guess that's the word. Xiaoshu scratched the back of his head and thought.

He saw the little pestle there, and beckoned with a smile:

"Come over for a bite to eat?"

Xiao Shu's eyes were nailed to the plate of fried pork with green peppers and couldn't let go, and he moved over step by step. As soon as he sat down, the man handed over a pair of chopsticks:

"Let's eat, my daughter loves to eat the fried pork with green peppers I make, every time I eat a big bowl of rice, it's not enough, I'm always afraid that she will eat too much, and she won't be allowed to eat it again."

When he talked about this, his smiling eyes became colder, and when he came back to his senses, he saw that Xiaoshu was still staring at him, and urged again:

"What's wrong? Don't like to eat? ”

I quickly grabbed a slice of meat and put it in my mouth, munching on the balls of my eyes and turning around. The inside of the hut had been cleaned up by him, and the musty smell in the house was not so heavy. The left side of the debris has been cleaned up, and there are white curtains hanging on the small window. The glass cabinet that used to stand against the wall is now full of books, some wooden shelves and other miscellaneous items stand on the side, and some cardboard boxes are placed against the wall, which does not take up space.

The bright yellow strip of rustic smell was wiped clean, and there were some large and small things like toothpaste on it, and the broken landscape painting on the wall was still there, and the broken side was carefully repaired, and it was not a shame to dust off and look at it.

"Little leader, are you still satisfied with your inspection?"

I turned around and saw Hu looking at me with a funny face, and quickly put the meat slices into my mouth, and I heard this person laugh, and finally reached out and rubbed my head, and sighed: "The child is so cute—the cutest ...... in my family." I don't know if she has a ...... to eat."

Xiao Shu somehow remembered Yang Cuihua's sneaky face and gloating tone, and he really couldn't help but ask:

"Uncle, why did you get divorced?"

"Why the divorce?"

He repeated, as if he didn't expect Xiaoshu to ask this. After a brief moment of confusion, he laughed again.

"Because my presence will cause them trouble, and for their good, I must leave."

Xiaoshu still didn't understand: "What's the trouble?" Aren't you a family? ”

"It's about dignity, it's about profit."

He looked at the little tree gently and said, "In life, it is not your own happiness that comes first, but the happiness and safety of the people you care about are the most important." ”

"But ......"

He touched his head, raised his chin slightly, and urged: "Eat quickly, go home after eating." Don't come back in the future. ”

"Why don't you let me come?"

He stared at the green pepper on the plate expressionlessly for a long time, and the fist on the table was clenched tightly, and Fang let go of his hand for a long time. His eyes were full of helplessness and coldness: "Because they say I'm gay." ”

That day was the first time in Xiaoshu's life to eat stir-fried meat with green peppers. But he didn't ask anything from anywhere.

In the man's words, "You'll understand when you grow up." ”

So Xiaoshu began to look forward to when he would grow up. 】

The chic and clean handwriting only wrote a short page, and Lin Yilan read it in five minutes. She stared at the handwritten word "He" on the page for a long time, and a strange feeling rose in her heart, but she couldn't find the root. She threw away the weirdness in her heart and turned off the light and went to sleep.

——

Gentle and quiet darkness –

There was no sound, no light.

Boundless –

She was floating in the darkness and didn't know where to go.

Simply closing her eyes, she let the dark tide take her anywhere.

I feel like my whole person is fluttering, like smoke.

A slight shock,

She opened her eyes and saw a little red light in the distance, flickering in the darkness, and her body turned back to substance.

She suddenly tensed up, and ran barefoot on something like sand.

The heart was beating violently in the chest, and the limbs seemed to no longer belong to them, flicking and running uncontrollably, until they seemed to hit something, and their bodies stopped.

She raised her head to meet the glowing red eyes, and a scream rang out in her throat.

"Ahh

In the dark, Lin Yilan screamed and sat up, cold sweat dripping down layer after layer. She breathed heavily, and the familiar anxiety came back to her. She lifted the quilt as if she bounced back, and walked around on the ground barefoot, still unable to relieve the anxiety in her heart.

She went straight to the bathroom and turned on the cold water to rinse herself.

Leaning against the bathroom wall with your eyes closed, you breathe deeply with your mouth slightly open. When the anxiety in her heart finally calmed down, she opened her eyes and met a pair of concerned eyes. These eyes are very beautiful, and the brown pupils sometimes seem very deep, and sometimes they reveal innocence that does not match their age.

Who has such eyes? She closed her eyes and thought about it, but didn't think about it for a moment.

Lin Yilan, who was sitting in the water curtain, looked very thin, and her solid-colored pajamas were tightly attached to her body, and her chest could be seen as rapid and undulating as a drowning person. The bangs were wet with water and turned to the side, revealing a finger-length scar on his forehead that was slightly lighter than his skin tone. She leaned against the wall, desperate and helpless like a dying person.

Although Xiang Hai was prepared in his heart, he saw with his own eyes that his brain was still blank. Raised his panicked hand to turn the switch to the hot water, took off his coat and covered her, hurriedly ran to the living room to get a small bench, and sat on the bench in his arms to flush the hot water.

Her original body was soft and held by him, and when she washed it with hot water, the anxiety in her heart rose again. Her expression turned into pain again, and she reached out anxiously and turned the switch back to cool water. Both are agitated, one comfortable, and the other irritated.

"Don't move!" Xiang Hai turned back the hot water and covered Lin Yilan's hand that was about to be stretched out again. "I don't want hot water, I want cold water!"

"No way!"

"You're so annoying, who are you? Hurry up and let go of me, I don't want hot water! I'm hungry, I want to eat! ”

Xiang Hai hugged the person tightly, and his head was full of question marks: "You want to eat?" Do you really want to eat it? ”

Lin Yilan opened a pair of confused eyes, she remembered that she was very familiar with these eyes, and slowly, she recognized him:

"Green skin radish!"

“？”

"I want to eat the green-skinned radish...... I'm so hungry, are you going to starve me to death? I'm going to eat......"

"It turns out that you are a bad person, you don't let me flush cold water, you still don't let me eat...... So you're the bad guy......"

Xiang Hai hugged the person with his hands and feet, his eyes fell on the refrigerator in the living room, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "We said okay, only eat, not cold water!" I'll give you something to eat if I promise it. ”

Lin Yilan lowered her head and thought about it, and nodded childishly. Xiang Hai helped her sit on a small stool, and rushed to the refrigerator to dig out a few packets of bread. Lin Yilan stretched out her hand and dragged it over, all of them were occupied in her arms, and she stuffed them into her mouth one after another.

She was in a hurry. Sometimes she choked and coughed, but she didn't care, just kept stuffing things into her mouth with red eyes. Xiang Hai saw that she had eaten several bags, and he was afraid that she would have indigestion and snatch the rest of the bags in her arms. Lin Yilan stretched out his hand to grab it, but as soon as he stood up, he bent down with a painful expression, covered his mouth and rushed to the washstand to vomit.