White Feather Huaisha

Cannibals have a short mouth, and they have to eat even if they are unpalatable, not to mention a black-faced Zhang Fei sitting opposite him.

The black-faced Zhang Feisu Xiaoyu had chive flower sauce in front of him, obviously not interested in the pancakes he made, dipped the tip of his chopsticks in the chive flower sauce, licked it, and licked it again.

Gu knew of Su Yu's problem, which was not eating properly.He watched when others were eating, and after others finished eating, he started to gobble it up like a task. It was a very bad habit. No wonder he was so thin that he seemed to have never eaten meat in his life.

Half of the cake baked by Su Yu was on the stove, and the other half was eaten by A Gu, leaving only a small piece on the plate.

Su Yu picked up the remaining piece, "Son, eat pancakes."

The son of a bitch was very flattering, and licked Su Yu's hand a few times with drooping eyebrows.

A Gu swallowed another half of the tasteless pancakes, then quietly got up obediently.

The son of a bitch immediately gave up the pancakes and followed him step by step, explaining with a dog-like wagging head, "My stepfather even farts better than pancakes".

Just as A Gu picked up the dishcloth, Su Yu seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, without turning his head, he said, "Don't move the bowl, I'll wash it."

A Gu said very reasonablely: "I like washing dishes!"

Su Yu said, "Can you wash?"

A Gu defended while washing: "I can not only wash dishes, but also pots. It's very clean, but it's bad. Come check it later."

Before the words fell, there was a crisp clang in the small room.

The puppy leaped back a step, avoiding the splatter of broken china.

Su Yu turned his head slowly, looking at the broken porcelain on the ground.The various pieces of porcelain can still vaguely recognize the shape before birth, and they fell to ashes together with the other half pancakes.

This time it was A Gu who took the lead and shouted: "...Don't touch me to sweep!"

Su Yu completely surrendered: "No, listen to me—"

A Gu pushed him aside, unable to argue, "I will sweep, I will sweep, don't say anything! If you do something wrong, you have to admit it. I admit that I can't wash dishes, but I can still sweep the floor..."

He collected the broken porcelain pieces and pancakes together and threw them out. He also picked up a shovel and covered it with a handful of black soil, trying to destroy the corpse.

Su Yu chased him out, "No, I said...you buried it?"

A Gu turned his head, "Otherwise?"

Su Yu swallowed imperceptibly, and turned back to the room with his head held high.

A Gu was outside the house, blown by the black wind in the evening, and finally regained his brain that he hadn't used for many days, and read what Su Yu wrote on his face just now—"I haven't eaten yet."

Su Yu went on patrol for a day, then went home and cooked hard, and before he had a bite, he poured out the pancakes.

Fallen and buried...

It is safe to be buried in the ground, and mourning and change.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, the heart of a lonely boy.

A Gu felt a little emotional in his heart. It turned out that no matter how rough and responsible a person is, if he is deeply sensitive, it would be difficult to serve him, such as every grandmother in the world, or the grassland hero Su Yu.

A Gu blew the cold wind again, opened the door and entered the room.

Su Yu changed into clean clothes and nestled in the big bed, rolled up a quilt, and remained motionless.

It's not early today, Su Yu felt that it was outrageous, and he went to bed earlier than a nine-year-old child as usual.At this time, Jinling will probably be lit up, and the gorgeous woman Panlong Jin just bent her knees to start, and Su Yu should really go to bed.

A Gu pushed the quilt roll, "Hey, little Su Yu."

The quilt roll was muffled: "I fell asleep."

A Gu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Did you fall asleep, are you hungry in your dream? Get up, I'll feed you next time."

Sitting up straight with the quilt rolled up, blushing, "Hooligan!"

A Gu: "...what the hell?"

It wasn't the first time A Gu was called a hooligan, but this time he was really a hooligan, so he was speechless at the time.A Gu suppressed his laughter speechlessly, rolled back the quilt and kicked lightly, "Then sleep with you, and get up and eat noodles when I wake you up."

Su Yuhui was wrong, his ears were hot, and he quickly "hmm" and lay back on the bed, hearing the rustling sound behind him.

With a "pop", it was A Gu who opened the noodle vat.Then there was the sound of water, and Ah Gu was meeting.Then there is the sound of kneading dough, the bottom of the porcelain basin rolling the chopping board over and over again, making a nice rhythmic sound, just like Dada's horseshoe, stepping over the grasslands, mountains, sky, clouds and shadows.

This feeling was very strange, Su Yu was wrapped tightly and airtight, only because of this, he allowed himself to smile slightly.

After feeling relieved, he realized that he was really tired today. Su Yu turned over and turned his face outward, staring at A Gu's back in a daze.

Agu was older, taller, and stronger than him, so his clothes seemed too small for him.When those old clothes of his arrived on A Gu's body, they were stretched out, and the baggy and thin clothes suddenly became elegant and appropriate.

A Gu's broad-shouldered tall man has a kind of pomp and style, which is incompatible with the washed-white gray apron. He is very skillful in his busy work, and no matter whether the food he makes is edible or not, his posture is perfect anyway.

A Gu is indeed a dandy, but... a dandy who can make noodles?

The last thought fell into his mind, without causing any splash, Su Yu fell into a deep sleep.

"cough."

In the boundless darkness of the dream, a cluster of sparks ignited in the middle.The flames are dense, outlining the surrounding scenery, it is a small prison cell.

It was probably cold, and the middle-aged man was coughing from the cold. He took out a sachet from his pocket tremblingly, "Children, the exile is a long way away, and we are in exile. I don't know when we will meet again after this farewell."

The sachet was opened, and inside were four dry branches that were as long as knuckles.

"Our house is small and small, and there are no treasures to pass on to the family. This is the apricot tree in front of our house. Keep it away and keep it in mind. See you someday. "

The middle-aged woman and the young man in his early twenties each took a branch silently, and the middle-aged man urged, "Xiao Yu."

The child named Xiaoyu was about fourteen or fifteen years old, kneeling on the ground, his weak back trembling constantly, unable to make a sound.

The woman said hoarsely, "Xiao Yu, if your father gives it to you, you can take it."

Xiaoyu raised her face, tears were streaked across her pale face, and she cried, "Father, mother, brother, it's all my fault... She died, otherwise—"

The elder brother was very calm, and gently covered Xiaoyu's spine with his hands.

That hand was thin and cold, and its strength was weak, but it was as if an oil-paper umbrella suddenly separated the rain curtain, and Xiaoyu's crying stopped strangely.

The young elder brother said softly: "Xiao Yu, swords don't know the suffering of the world. It's not your fault. If you want to blame, blame this world. Father, mother, you, me, and the princess, all just lost to this world."

Su Yu couldn't see his brother's face clearly because he had mostly forgotten about it.But he remembered how he "lost to this world" step by step.

The world is gone, and the family is scattered on the way to exile.

Letters were choked up on the border, and when Su Yu arrived in the north, he received three long-delayed obituaries in three years.

Later, Su Yu realized in the day after day of silence, that in that cell, he was able to cry because someone would listen.

In a dream, Su Yu could still recall the coldness at that time, the cold was so cold that his hands were covered with chilblains, and he was so cold that he kept coughing.

"cough!"

There was a severe pain in his back, and Su Yu woke up shaking, sweat slipped into the corner of his eyes, and the sting was painful.

Someone was slapping him on the face, "Little Su Yu! Wake up, wake up, wake up!"

Black smoke was billowing in front of his eyes, hot ashes rushed to his eyes, and A Gu Junxiu's face was full of anxiety.

Su Yu sat up slowly, "What happened?"

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