Qi Fei has always been sensitive to eating, and when he smelled the smell, he came to Xie Jianmian, and when he saw the food he was carrying, even his small eyes lit up a lot: "Xiao Xie, what is this?" “

"Oh, the cold cake." Xie Jianmian put the paper bag in his hand on the table, peeled it off layer by layer, revealing the crystal clear glutinous rice inside, "Relieve fever for everyone, let's eat it separately." ”

Zhou Zhi's face instantly thawed, revealing a strange look. Chilled cake ...... He hadn't eaten it in seventeen years.

What did he buy badly, he actually bought a cold cake......

"Oh, don't hold it, head catcher." Xie Jianmian saw that Zhou Zhi had no intention of coming, so he had to take a piece of cold cake wrapped in yellow paper and hand it to him personally, "Eat a piece?" ”

It is impossible for Xie Jianmian to know what happened back then, today's incident is a coincidence, there is no deliberate component, and it is impossible to please him, there is no need, and he is not so self-inflicted.

But some soft emotions still overwhelmed Zhou Zhi in an instant, he seemed to go back to that night fifteen years ago, when the little boy was hot and thirsty, someone handed him what he wanted, he could sleep peacefully without waiting for dawn.

A hand pierced through the seventeen years of time, and the sharp arrow broke through the entangled black fog and came to him.

That year, the boy finally ate the cold cake.

Zhou Zhi's heart shook, but on the surface, he tried to pretend that nothing happened, took the cold cake and bit a large piece, and the long-lost sweetness in the mouth at the moment of his mouth slid down his throat, pulling out a wisp of sourness, but he was pressed down for a moment.

Several times of cold parting, things are, people are not.

Xie Jianmian has been observing Zhou Zhi, and he felt that something was wrong with him, but it was hard to say what was wrong, at this time, seeing Zhou Zhi finish eating the cold cake, he nudged him, signaled him to go to the window and no one, and asked in a low voice: "Actually, you are the little boy of the Zhou family, right?" ”

The body beside him stiffened, Zhou Zhi didn't expect him to be so direct, he wanted to deny it, but the residual sweetness in his mouth made his heart soften inch by inch, and the moment his body was completely relaxed, Zhou Zhi gave up resistance and nodded: "It's me." ”

The dark atrium unveiled a corner, and the dust buried in the depths smashed out vigorously, finally bringing out the world of seventeen years ago. For the first time, he acknowledges his past, in front of a "stranger" whom he has not known for a long time.

Before that year, he was also the son of the Zhou family, who was pampered and pampered and grew up in the palm of his hand, never suffered hardship, did not suffer from it, and was the envy and jealousy of many people in Jinzhou City, just because he chose the right person when he was reincarnated, and he was born with an unattainable superiority that others could not reach. He said before that Xie Jianmian looked like he was well-born and grew up, just because he used to be too.

Now, the little son of the Zhou family who was born with a golden spoon runs around every day for the meager silver, and no one can connect the two.

Xie Jianmian didn't expect him to admit it so simply, he had more questions in his heart, he wanted to ask what was going on with the fire that burned the entire mansion, how the son of the Zhou family, who should have been buried that year, became a government official, and why did you admit this secret to him today after so many years...... But at the same time, he clearly knew that what these others regarded as novelty was a scar that those who had experienced it could not touch, and that it would bleed if they moved.

Hesitating, he heard Zhou Zhi take the initiative to speak: "I didn't call Zhou Zhi before, I have another name." ”

"What?"

On the day he was discovered by Zheng Kaishi, the amiable and somewhat ruffian head catcher grinned, and slapped his big thick hand on his head: "What's your name?" ”

He stared at the weeds and bloodstained sticks on the ground, and said in a muffled voice: "...... My surname is Zhou. ”

but he refused to say his name.

Zheng Kaishi was helpless, he couldn't bear to force him, thought for a moment and said: "The most important thing to do fast fishing is to be upright, you can call Zhou Zhi." ”

The son of the Zhou family did die in the knife raised that night and the burning fire, and now this person is Zhou Zhi, the head catcher of the government. As for the name, let it be buried forever in the fire of seventeen years ago, and be reduced to ashes in the frustration of time.

In an instant, it came to the day of Qingming, although the weather was gloomy, but it did not rain, the people who swept the tomb came and went, but they took pity on the willow trees that grew luxuriantly on the side of the street, everyone passed by and broke off a few branches, put them on their heads or inserted them at the door, in order to ward off evil spirits and dispel disasters.

The government took a day off to wait for a group of people to worship and sweep the tomb, and Zhou Zhi had nothing to do, so he stayed in the house all morning, and did not plan to go out until near noon. Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the courtyard gate, he ran into Xie Jianmian who had returned from going out.

Xie Jianmian didn't stay idle early in the morning, he didn't have to sweep the tomb, and there was nothing to worship, so he followed the tourists in twos and threes to walk around at will, and came back with a few willow branches. ”

As soon as the words came out, he regretted it, this was a private matter, and it was inevitably rude to ask it.

Zhou Zhi didn't care, and laughed at himself: "I haven't caught anything, how can I have the face to see them." ”

"They ......" Xie Jianmian wanted to say that they wouldn't blame you, but before he finished speaking, he felt how weak he sounded about this, and he felt a sense of weakness when he stood and talked without backache, so he hurriedly changed the topic, "Willow Branch, help you fold." ”

A tender green and fresh willow branch stretched out and handed it to Zhou Zhi, even with the unique moist breath of the plant, the hand holding the willow was white and slender, the bone joints were distinct, and the two colors overlapped to make the boundary clear, and it was extraordinarily harmonious.

A word popped up in Zhou Zhi's mind for no reason, green and white jade.

He stretched out his hand to take the willow branch and inserted it into the door along the gap, not noticing Xie Jianmian who had just come back, and blurted out: "Do you want to go out and go around?" ”

Xie Jianmian was stunned for a moment, but he didn't refuse: "It's okay." ”

Although Qingming is a day of tomb sweeping and worship, there are still many pedestrians on the street, and many shops are also booming, and several shops even take advantage of the trend to launch the Youth League, attracting a large number of early adopters.

Xie Jianmian pulled Zhou Zhi into the house, wrapped a few round green dumplings, and just took out one and stuffed it into his mouth, the green ball was soft and sticky, and it was full of sweetness red bean paste, which looked not big, but the amount was very sufficient, and it was very difficult to swallow directly into his mouth, Xie Jianmian suffered a big loss, and the glutinous rice dough soaked in Qingai was not up or down, and the cheeks on both sides were bulging like hedgehogs that were stolen, and Zhou Zhi laughed when he saw it.

Xie Jianmian glared at Zhou Zhi while chewing hard, and took advantage of the moment someone opened his mouth to pick up a ball and stuff it in, Zhou Zhi was so happy and sad that he almost didn't choke to death, and reluctantly closed his mouth and stared back.

The little hedgehog who succeeded smiled and squinted, and even the cheeks on both sides that were chewing sore were a lot more comfortable at the moment.

When the two went back after shopping, the sky was already a little dark, and a few wisps of apricot blossom fragrance came, Xie Jianmian sniffed hard, and sighed with satisfaction: "I really want to eat apricots." ”

"I'll pick it for you when it's cooked." Zhou Zhi turned his head to look over, and the corners of his mouth also had a slight smile.

"No repentance."

"Okay."

Zhou Zhi knocked on his head with a smile, and went back to his home after saying goodbye.

Xie Jianmian looked at his back, and didn't turn around and go back until the courtyard door was closed, he ate a lot of Qingtuan, and at this time, it was heavy and accumulated in his stomach, and he was a little uncomfortable. It was still early, and he really didn't want to go back to the house to rest, so he walked around the yard.

Until night fell completely, he faintly heard a "squeak-" sound from next door, as if the courtyard door had been opened and closed, the sound was extremely slight, but it was still clearly audible in the quiet streets.

Zhou Zhi: Where are you going?

He had a faint premonition, jumped onto the roof, and sure enough, he saw Zhou Zhizheng walking out of the alley along the wall silently.

Under the moonlight, a steady figure on the street, a sneaky stalker on the roof.

Xie Jianmian has never been so glad that his light skills that only a few people can surpass, and after following for so long, he was not discovered by Zhou Zhutou at all, he bent down and jumped over the roofs of one room after another, until the people in front of him became more and more sparse before jumping down from above, and the cat was behind Zhou Zhi at a distance of more than ten meters.

Zhou Zhi moved quickly, and he actually went all the way to the west mountain outside the city, and the cold moonlight shrouded him, shining a little lonely and thin, and he looked particularly lonely under the dark sky.

On the west mountain, there is the only mass grave in Jinzhou.

It is not accurate to say that it is a mass grave, because those corpses have graves, but they are unclaimed, and they are desolate before death, and there is not even a tombstone after death.

The night, the cold moon, the graveyard, the ghostly atmosphere.

Zhou Zhi did not squint, did not pause for a moment, and walked towards the top of the mountain with a strong purpose, the top of the mountain was bare, not a single grass grows, only countless ownerless deserted graves stood here, glowing with cold and green air under the moon.

He stopped in front of the two lonely graves, and fell to his knees with a thud, and only the sound of his head was heard in the silence of the mountain.

After he escaped that year, he watched his father, who was burned to the point of being carried up to the West Mountain, and buried in this deserted place, with lonely ghosts and wild ghosts. He was too timid to be discovered, and he did not dare to come out to see the two newly erected mounds until everyone had descended the mountain.

For more than ten years after that, he didn't dare to come, didn't dare to look, and didn't even dare to think that a lonely ray of moonlight in front of the grave could not illuminate his way home.

Xie Jianmian was hidden behind a low grave, watching Zhou Zhi stumble on the cold and hard wasteland, his usually upright back was depressed at the moment, and the ups and downs were seven points sour and three points of grievances, which made people feel distressed.

After some time, the movements slowly stopped, and he fell on the ground covered in loess, his fingers almost poking into the soil, and he cried bitterly.

The person who mocked and said that he had no face in the day finally couldn't hold back, and at the last moment of the Qingming Festival, he became a child again, and cried out all the things that had been silent for many years.

It's not that I'm silent, I just hate that no one is suing.

Xie Jianmian suddenly wanted to rush over and hug him, gently patted his trembling shoulder, and gave him a soft word or two, telling him not to cry, not to cry.

The impulse was so strong that he almost stepped out with one foot, and then tried to withdraw it, so that he could suppress the strange emotions that welled up in his heart. At this time, Zhou Zhi doesn't want anyone to disturb, he doesn't need comfort, he doesn't need persuasion, he just needs to vent.

Xie Jianmian sighed silently, turned around and left quietly.

Some wounds are not visible.