Liang Ye's Summer

"Look, what I said may be the same as you, coming out to seek marriage." Liang Ye said.

Song Tianling raised his hand and tapped his head lightly, and said, "You are the only one who is clever."

After walking down another 300 meters, the two of them saw a big tree covered with red silk in the distance.

"There, there really are!" Liang Ye grabbed and shook Song Tianling's hand. Hearing his excited tone, he couldn't help turning his face to look at him. He smiled softly and said, "Let's go, let's go!" 'Seek marriage'."

An old man sat under the tree, wearing reading glasses, putting the small fruits in the bowl into red brocade bags.The two stepped forward and greeted the old man politely.

"Hi old man."

The old man with gray temples raised his head, reading glasses hung on the bridge of his nose, looked at the two people in front of him left and right, cleared his throat, and said, "Young people are here to ask for marriage?" live.

"Yes, may I ask—"

Before Song Tianling finished asking, the old man pointed to a fork made of branches behind him and said, "There is red silk on the table over there, write it yourself, and then hang it up—try to hang it up as much as possible, hang it inside, hang it outside Easy to fall."

The two looked in the direction the old man pointed, there was a plate containing red silk, and it was true that the old man had a fork behind his back, but there was no word on what should be written on the red silk.

Liang Ye walked a few steps to get a piece of red silk, and carefully looked at the old man who couldn't stop working: "What should be written on the red silk?"

"Two, didn't you ask for it?" The old man looked up at the two of them again, "Even if you two ask for a marriage, you have to write two. If the wind and sun are exposed, maybe one will fall." He thought again After thinking about it, he said, "You can write anything. If you find it inconvenient to write the other person's name, then don't write it."

Song Tianling asked: "Would it be better to write the name?"

Hearing this, the old man finally smiled, instead of saying blankly: "Young man, outsiders say that our marriage tree is very spiritual. Do you know why?" He stood up, moved his arms and legs, and stood with his hands behind his back. Looking up under the tree, "Most of the people who come here are rushing to spend their whole lives together. With such a belief, only a few people follow to perfunctory the other half. That must not work, because people's hearts Not on this, how can the life of two people survive?

"So whether to write the name or not, whether it works or not, Marriage Tree won't tell you, you can tell you yourself."

It's not that Liang Ye is not pious, but according to what the old man said, then the success of this marriage tree is in the hands of those who come to make a wish.

He went to fetch another piece of red silk, lay down on the table with Song Tianling, and wrote each other's name on the two pieces of red silk.

The two of them took the red silk and walked under the tree. Song Tianling hung the red silk in a place that was not too high but very close to the inside, and then put the fork back to its original position.

The old man took two brocade bags and stood in front of them, saying: "Our village seeks marriage, and we don't burn incense or kowtow. Before you take this brocade bag, you have to ask yourself, think clearly, just take it from me." It's gone." He spread the two brocade bags in his hands, waiting for the two people in front of him to reach out to take them.

Liang Ye and Song Tianling didn't ask themselves clearly, they spent more than ten seconds thinking about why they should ask themselves something, and then the two of them reached out and took the brocade bag from the old man's hand in a tacit understanding.

Holding it in his hand and looking at it, Liang Ye suddenly remembered that there was an identical one lying quietly in his pocket. He took it out and handed it to the old man. He suddenly wondered if the old man misunderstood that he and Song Tianling were seeking marriage separately. Q: "Is this brocade bag—I mean, one for each person or one for two, and we're—"

The old man looked at the brocade bag in his hand for a moment, waved his hand, sighed and said, "That's right, one for each of you, and two of you for the same marriage. Times have really changed now, really changed.... ..”

The two were a little embarrassed for a moment, but Liang Ye remembered the clerk's unnatural expression, and asked: "Old man, you know this brocade bag, if one of them loses it, then—"

"Are you going to ask me if I'm still alive?"

Liang Ye: "..."

The old man stomped his feet a little resentfully, and said, "That man lost his brocade bag, what the hell is he doing!"

When Liang Ye thought about it, it seemed that this was the case, which is really a pity.

"This brocade bag," the old man turned the brocade bag over and saw some mud stains on the other side, and the seam was also a different blue thread than other brocade bags, and he sighed inaudibly, "Where is this brocade bag?" Got it?"

Song Tianling said truthfully: "Oh, a little boy gave it to us. He told us that this is given to the younger generation by the old people in his village."

"This kid..."

"You know him?" Liang Ye asked.

Before the old man could speak, the young man who came down with the two suddenly stepped forward, reached out and took the brocade bag from the old man's hand, and said, "This is mine."

The boy held the brocade bag tightly in his hand, looked down at the blue seam, bit his lower lip tightly and stopped talking.

Song Tianling and Liang Ye were stunned for a moment, looked at the old man, and found that after a moment of surprise, they shook their heads and returned to their seats to continue making brocade bags.

Liang Ye asked: "Is this brocade bag yours?"

The boy still didn't speak, he walked behind the old man without saying a word, went around the banyan tree looking for something, picked up the red silks on the ground one by one, and turned them over to read the words on them.

He didn't answer, and the two stood still, not knowing whether to leave, after all, the brocade bag was once a kind blessing from a strange boy to the two of them.

"Let's go, the brocade bag belongs to him, I know." The old man never stopped working, and he sealed another brocade bag while talking.

He turned around and said to the boy, "Son, don't look for it anymore—" But the boy walked up to him with a piece of red silk, his fingertips were covered with dirt, his face was red and he was panting slightly.

He said: "I found it, can I just hang it up again?"

The old man took the red silk, patted the soil on it, looked at the familiar handwriting and name, and said in silence for a moment: "He wrote this himself..."

The boy understood what he meant, and immediately turned around and ran to the table to get another piece of red silk, and wrote down the name almost reverently, stroke by stroke.

"If I knew it was like this, why bother." The old man picked up a new brocade bag, put the seeds picked earlier, and sealed it stitch by stitch.

The boy had hung up the red silk again, stood under the tree and stared at it for a long time, before asking, "He, has he been back?"

The old man didn't speak, just waved his hands, looked up at the smoke in the distance, put down the needle and thread in his hand, patted his clothes and walked away from the other side of the road.

Later, Liang Ye and Song Tianling also left, and when they left, the boy was still under the tree, looking at the red silk moving in the wind.

There were not many people leaving the village, and the bus only started at four o'clock in the afternoon. The two wandered around the village for a while, went around and went back to the bus point, and sat on the bench for a while.

When they started the car, they saw the boy running after him, got into the car and found a seat in the back, and sat down, still holding the brocade bag in his hand.

There were not many people in the car, and the boy sat next to them when they arrived, and asked cautiously, "Excuse me, where is the person who gave you this brocade bag?"

Liang Ye and Song Tianling looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

The boy asked again, "I mean—where did you meet him?"

"Are you looking for your friend?" Liang Ye asked back.

The boy remained silent again, looking at the increasingly familiar scenery outside the window, a little loneliness quietly appeared in his eyes.

When the car arrived at the final stop, Hot Spring City, Liang Ye turned around and said, "At the end of the year, I will be in University Town, City Z."

Then he heard the boy whisper thank you.

Back in the hotel room, Liang Ye's aftermath of not sleeping well the night before broke out, and he collapsed on the bed exhausted, stuck in the soft mattress, unwilling to move.

Song Tianling took off her scarf, took off her coat, lay on the bed with her chin propped up, and asked, "Go eat something first?"

"I'm not hungry. I just ate sweet potatoes in the village and I feel like I haven't digested it yet." Liang Ye shook his head, looked over Song Tianling's elbow to the steaming pool outside, and said, "Well, I'm so tired. Let's go in for a soak. Bubble?"

Raising his hand to scratch Liang Ye's nose, Song Tianling got up and began to take off his sweater: "Then go eat after soaking."

When Liang Ye walked out of the balcony wrapped in a bathrobe, he instinctively tightened his arms when a gust of wind blew and froze. He stood still and was unwilling to go forward. It's cold, come here." As she spoke, she took a few steps forward in the water and reached out to him.

"Get out of the way, I'm coming down." Liang Yeyi took off his bathrobe cruelly, closed his eyes and jumped down with a plop. He was firmly held in Song Tianling's arms and walked around in the pool, almost choking water.

"Is it warm?" Song Tianling held him down to the neck and submerged in the water, stroking his arm in the water.

The water in the pool was not deep, and the walls of the pool had a heating system. The two of them sat by the side for a while, and finally their bodies felt warm. Liang Ye leaned comfortably against the side of the pool, closing his eyes and breathing slowly.

He and Song Tianling sat face to face in the pool. The two of them didn't sleep well last night, and they were both a little sleepy at this moment.

Liang Ye opened his eyes and looked at the sky through the glass. The weather was not very good, and night fell quietly after five o'clock. He was still thinking about the boy who looked extremely lonely.

Maybe I missed it, two people.he thinks.

"What's the matter? What are you thinking about?" Song Tianling walked up to him and sat down in front of him, with water running down to his chin.

Liang Ye sat up, stared into his eyes for a long time, and couldn't help but feel that everything was just right with this person in front of him.

We meet at the right time and at the right place, we happen to have the same mind, and we just want to go on together forever.

Liang Ye reached out to hug him, and the two of them were skin-to-skin in the warm water. He heard him say, "Thinking about today?" Then Liang Ye shook his head and whispered in his ear:

"miss you."

Song Tianling immediately understood, smiled against his forehead, and asked him: "Why do you miss me, am I right here?"

Liang Ye knew that he was deliberately embarrassing herself, so she didn't answer his question, so she leaned up to kiss him, but who knew that he stepped back and dodged it.

He moved towards the direction where he moved away again, and just as his lips touched the corners of his lips, the man moved to the side again.

In a rage, Liang Ye raised his hand from the water, held his face, and pressed it hard on his lips.

The man didn't hold back his smile, Liang Ye stuck the tip of his tongue out of his lips, and swept it against the roof of his mouth. His teeth gnawed on Song Tianling's lips, and Song Tianling's entire ears were numb.

The moment Liang Ye withdrew his tongue, he took the time to put his lips to his lips and said, "Teacher Song also wants to practice today?"

Song Tianling didn't speak, only smiled lowly, but gently pinched Liang Ye's bare buttocks dishonestly.Liang Ye snorted, gritted his teeth and said, "Everything is ready, why are you pretending to be honest here?"

"How did I find out that you have been so eloquent recently, who did you learn from?" He stroked from Liang Ye's waist, kneading the sides of his waist repeatedly.

"Hmmm... self-taught—hiss! Take it easy!" Hearing Liang Ye's words, Song Tianling pinched Liang Ye's waist punitively, and pulled him forward. From the bottom to the bottom, they are tightly attached to each other, and you can feel the beating frequency of the other's chest.

......

Later, Liang Ye didn't know how he fell asleep. He only remembered that Song Tianling leaked in his body again. This time he said nothing and didn't go to the bathroom. Song Tianling had no choice but to clean him up with his fingers and wet wipes. Holding him contentedly, she rolled around on the big soft bed, turned off the light and kissed him between the eyebrows, and then she lost consciousness and fell into a drowsy sleep.

In the morning, Liang Ye slept until eleven o'clock for the first time, and Song Tianling was no longer around him. He turned over under the quilt, went to get the mobile phone on the bedside table, and saw the message from Song Tianling.

- I'm out to buy food.

Liang Ye held the phone and smiled, and replied a message, saying that he wanted to eat egg-filled pancakes. As soon as the message was sent, there was a call from there.

"There's nothing to eat around, I'll go back to the hotel and let the hotel do it, what else do you want to eat?"

Liang Ye felt that Song Tianling's voice was warm coming from the receiver, so he buried his face in the pillow and muffled, "You can eat anything."

"Okay, I'll wait for you in the restaurant when I arrive, don't worry."

After hanging up the phone, Liang Ye slowly got up, but he didn't feel anything down there, mainly because his back was so sore, he rubbed his hands on his waist, and went to the toilet to wash up.Standing in front of the mirror and looking at the tooth marks on his body, he couldn't help scolding the man again: "Like a puppy."

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