The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On January 2020, 01, the weather is slightly cold and cloudy

after

in the noise of the day

in the silence of the night

everywhere in the crowd

i'm not afraid anymore

Grandma Yan He has just had surgery on her eye, and she still has to stay in the hospital for a few days, and she won't be discharged until next week.

Today is Friday.

It was originally a day when Yan He's family gathered together for dinner and reunion as usual.

Yan He asked Xu Lai to bring her meals early in the afternoon, and asked him to spend more time talking with grandma there.

after dinner.

Yan He took the initiative to help Ms. Zhao wash up in the kitchen.

"Mom! Thank you!" Yan He stood beside Ms. Zhao cautiously.

In the small kitchen, his tall figure seemed extraordinarily crowded.

She sighed, lowered her head and continued to wash the dishes in the sink.

The force of washing the bowl was extraordinarily strong, as if trying to wipe off all the blue and white on the bowl.

"Have you thought about what to tell your dad?"

The bright light from the kitchen shone on her bent back, and Yan He couldn't see the expression on her face clearly.

A large shadow surrounded her face, and a few strands of hair fell to one side.

Yan He stretched out his hand and carefully moved it behind her ear.

"Ah."

Ms. Zhao lowered her head when she heard the words, and the crackling sound of washing dishes was mixed with the sound of her sobbing.

Yan He stretched out his arms and hugged her to his chest, resting his chin on the top of her head.

Those slightly rough hands gently followed her back, not wanting to make the sadness a little bit more.

"You are the most beautiful mother in the world, don't cry all the time in the future, your face will look ugly after crying."

She buried her choked up in his chest and didn't speak, just rubbed against his chest.

nodded.

Yan He's father was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading the newspaper after dinner.

Just now Xu Lai called to say that grandma had fallen asleep, and he was there to accompany her at night.

Tell them not to go there at night.

In the blink of an eye, all these children grew up so big and became more sensible.

It made his tense heart relax a lot.

Yan He came down from upstairs and stood at the stairs looking at his father's peaceful and serious appearance.

The deep floor lamp next to him impacted Yan He's sight.

Those words in his heart have been blocked for a long time, and he doesn't want to back down a little bit.

"Dad!" Yan He stood in front of him.

"Huh?" Yanhe's father glanced at his tall son, and his eyes fell back to the newspaper.

"I love you!" Yan He suddenly said such a nasty thing to him loudly.

He was a little uncomfortable.

He closed the newspaper and looked at him with a smile, "What's wrong with this again? Going the sensational route today?"

He turned to look at the kitchen, Ms. Zhao was still busy, why did it take so long to wash those bowls.

If Yanhe was like this usually, she would have stood by his side like a calf.

"I'll give you a chance, why don't you kill me first!?" Yan He took out the crutch left by his grandfather from behind and handed it to him.

That crutch was the shadow of Yan He's growth, his grandfather beat him up with it countless times.

When he was looking upstairs just now, he thought in his heart that if grandpa was still alive, he would probably have to kill him.

He glanced at his father's puzzled eyes, and knelt heavily on the carpet.

"You don't say anything, why should I hit you for no reason?"

When Yan He's father saw that he didn't look like he was joking, his heart sank.

Thinking of Ms. Zhao's recent unusual behavior, she always sighed.

He was even more uneasy.

"I like Hokuriku!" Yan He took a deep breath and said this sentence word by word.

These five words were turned around in the quiet living room, but none of them entered Yanhe's father's mind.

His eyes seemed to be looking at something he didn't understand, looking at his son kneeling in front of him.

"What did you say!?" He asked cautiously again, as if seeking proof.

"I said I like Hokuriku!" Yanhe said loudly again with all his strength.

The entire living room was eerily silent.

Yan He lowered his head, not daring to look at his father's expression.

"Don't we all like him a lot!" He couldn't believe it, he turned his head and looked to the side, there was no one who could give him an explanation, "Why do you have to single it out?"

"Because I want to spend my whole life with him."

There was a crisp sound of "crash la la la", and all the bowls that Ms. Zhao had finally cleaned were smashed to the ground.

Yan He's father got up from the sofa, his usually serious face was full of anger.

His chest was heaving violently, and he pointed at Yanhe and said, "Take back your last sentence. I'll treat you as a convulsion."

The thunderous sound was so deafening that even Hokuriku next door could hear it clearly.

He hurried downstairs to go there.

He knew that Yanhe put everything on the table and said that what awaited him was an unknown storm.

His heart also trembled.

But when he ran to the first floor, he found that the door was locked from the outside.

No wonder after dinner, he insisted on asking him to help him correct the paper.

He kicked the door a few times angrily, but the door was still intact except for the loud noise.

"Dad! If I can take it back, how dare I kneel here!"

Yan He still knelt motionless.

Yan He's father was shaking with anger as he held the crutch.

Under the rage, he hit him on the back with a stick angrily, and the sound of "slapping" made Ms. Zhao's heart tugging after hearing the sound.

Each stick hit her heart.

Yan He's father's internal organs were about to explode with anger.

There was no mercy in the attack, and he didn't think about whether it would hurt or even disable him.

Yan He only lowered his head and tried his best to endure.

The severe pain from his back and arm made his temporarily numb thoughts become chaotic.

He just thought in his heart, fortunately he locked Bei Lu at home, otherwise how could his delicate skin and tender flesh bear this kind of pain.

He bit his lips tightly, without saying a word, a trace of fishy smell diffused from his mouth.

Stimulating the opening of his throat, making him want to retch.

He tried his best to suppress the turbulent rolling in his stomach, and accompanied by the sound of sticks falling on his body, fragmented muffled hums wafted between his lips and teeth.

There were loud roars of cursing, and there was a sound of slapping.

It kept coming from the yard next door.

Bei Lu's heart ached like it was going to burst, but the door was as strong as a wall.

There was no sign of opening or being smashed, so he ran to the window on the second floor, pushed the window open, and looked at the next door.

Can't see anything.

There was only the harsh scolding and the sound of sticks, but no shouting from him.

Beilu cursed in a low voice.

Didn't he run away when he was beaten before?Why do you know that you are going to bear it abruptly?

He looked downstairs, pulled the quilt from the bed, and jumped down from the second floor.

When it landed, it rolled to the muddy ground beside it.

Ignoring the pain from his body, he picked up a few bricks and put them on the foot of the wall, struggling to climb over the wall.

When he jumped down, his ankle hit the edge of the flower bed again.

He didn't dare to stand in the pain, so he could only bounce towards the sound.

Ms. Zhao couldn't stand it anymore, she cried and hugged his arm and said, "Stop beating him, you have to admit this fact even if you beat him to death."

"I can still be clean if I kill him." He shook off her hand.

Ms. Zhao staggered back two steps and was supported by Yan Nian.

Yan Nian Lihua roared like rain, "Brother, he's not wrong!"

"He's right!? If he's right, can I hit him?"

Yan He's father's arm holding the cane was numb, but the energy in his internal organs was still scurrying.

Hokuriku limped and hopped in.

Seeing that Yan He was half lying on the sofa, half dead, lying on the sofa without moving, the exposed half of his waist was covered with red wounds, his eyes were clouded with tears.

When Yan He's father saw Bei Lu coming in, the fire went straight to his head.

The movement in the hand is about to fall again.

Beilu rushed over and hugged Yanhe's back, "He was right, and I was at fault! I shouldn't have come back."

Yan He turned around again with all his strength when he rushed over.

The stick hit him hard on the chest again, and the pain made him grin his teeth.

With a "snap", the cane was broken in two, and half of it rolled down on the carpet beside it.

Yan He's father threw away the half in his hand angrily, looking for something new in front of him.

He picked up the ashtray and wanted to smash it, but Yan Nian hugged his waist all of a sudden, "Dad! Why don't you kill me too!"

"You're all against each other!?" He roared angrily, looking at Yan Nian, then at Ms. Zhao, and then at the two hugging each other on the ground.

He slammed the ashtray on the ground, and it immediately shattered, and the glass shards were scattered everywhere.

Most of the strength in his body was pulled away, and he fell onto the sofa. His chest was still heaving violently. In addition to the unfinished anger, there was also coldness in the deep eye sockets.

He raised his head, didn't even look at them, and covered his vicissitudes of face with his hands.

"roll!"

He said coldly, he didn't even want to shout anymore.

Yanhe turned his head and glanced at Beilu who was behind him, and struggled to get up from the ground. Beilu's scarlet eyes were full of flames. He supported Yanhe and stood in front of his father.

"Dad! I'm leaving."

Yan He's sad voice made Ms. Zhao panic, and she looked at him with tears in her eyes.

"Son!" She wanted to see the wound on his body, no matter how wrong it was, it was the flesh of her heart.

"Mom! I just told you not to cry all the time?"

After Yan He finished speaking, Ms. Zhao cried even harder, and Yan Nian was at a loss for holding her.

Yan He slowly moved to the door, then stood still and turned around to look at them.

The corners of his mouth trembled, as if he had something to say, but in the end he didn't speak again.

The stinky brother in the yard barked for a while before it stopped. Yan He passed by him and kicked him lightly.

It whimpered twice.

The two walked out of the yard with their arms.

"Why are you still here?" Yan He held Bei Lu's hand, looking at his disheveled appearance, it was hard to imagine how he, who was always clean, looked like this.

"Does it hurt!?" Bei Lu stroked his head, he didn't dare to move any part of his body for fear of hurting him.

"It doesn't hurt." Yan He said with a smile.

The fire in Bei Lu's eyes was burning moistly, he stared at Yan He's smiling face, his mind was churning.

He supported Yan He's shoulder and kissed her in the alley.

This kiss is infinitely long.