There is always a corpse that suits your taste

——It doesn't matter, you cry, hold me and cry.I lend you my shoulder.

Shi Yanqing——

——What were you thinking when I hugged you and cried?Or curiosity, or doubt.I don't even want to know, let me hug, I just need to hug.

Cheng Yi——

"I remember there was a little brother next door to my hometown. My father asked me to call him uncle. I was only four or five years old at that time. That day he was sitting in the room wearing a white shirt and crying all afternoon. I sat next to him. Then he put I hugged him and cried while making me laugh, and let me pat the black finger prints on him. In the end, he smiled with tears on his face. He asked me to find my grandma, and he said he wanted to take a bath. I haven't seen him since then, for ten years. I only remember the black finger prints I took on the white shirt he was wearing, and the tearful smile..."

Shi Yanqing——

The whining of the train took away the crying in his ears, and he sat in his seat, his mind full of worries.

Sitting next to him was a young man with the appearance of a male student, wearing a black standard school uniform, which seemed to be the one that had just been revised this year, and the previous one had been eliminated because the style was too old-fashioned.

The man looked devastated.

He still remembered that when he was standing on the platform, the female student hugged him tightly and cried heartbreakingly, probably a young couple who were forced to separate.

It's a pity that in this world, there are too few two people who can go to the end of free love.

A word of filial piety can overwhelm two people with the order of the parents and the words of the matchmaker.

For some reason, Shi Yanqing couldn't bear it.In his coat pocket was the chocolate candy that the third sister had stuffed into him before getting in the car, Shi Yanqing took one and handed it to him, "Either?"

The other party looked at him in surprise, "Thank you...you, senior, why are you here?"

Holding the candy paper with her fingertips, she looked at him blankly.

It turned out to be an alumnus, Shi Yanqing nodded, "Going back to my hometown to deal with some chores, where are you going?"

With a wry smile, Lu Cheng tightly held the things in his hand, "My grandmother said that she once booked me a baby girl. That girl just turned eighteen this year, and she asked me to go back to my hometown to marry a wife. But I..."

There was no other way, Shi Yanqing felt a little sorry, that female student was crying so miserably, it could be seen that the two of them had a very good relationship, it was just a pity.

When he returned to his hometown this time, his father asked him to go back and look at his grandmother’s grave. It must have been covered with weeds. Yes, they have been away for ten years, and they don’t know what the house in their hometown has become. I hope It's better not to be too broken.

Before he left, his father told him that if grandma's grave was too broken, he could move here.

He thought to himself, what are you doing with him?No matter how broken it is, it is also the root of my grandmother, where I have lived for almost 80 years.What are you doing with him?

No matter how good it is outside, it’s not as good as home, so he didn’t like that place very much. At that time, his father only had his mother and him. When he got there, he had his second mother, third mother, and fourth mother, as well as his second brother, third sister, and fourth sister. , fifth sister.

Home was no longer his home.

Now he will go home.

Neither of them was a talkative person, so they fell silent afterwards. Shi Yanqing took out the collection of Yake's poems and read it. There is no author in this collection of poems, and most of them are anonymous. so many poems.It was only later that I realized that Anonymous meant no name.It was so embarrassing, he even showed it off to his classmates, fortunately they were only elementary school classmates.

The collection of poems is already curled up, and it can be seen that people often read it.Shi Yanqing can't remember where this collection of poems came from, it seems to have been there from the beginning.

But he knew it was his.My mother also said that he didn't give it to me, and my father said the same.

Who exactly gave this to him?

He would never have bought such a thing when he was young.

There was a piece of yellowed manuscript paper in the collection of poems, the handwriting was already blurred, but Shi Yanqing remembered it very clearly:

branches,

treetops,

Where the birds of the air dwell,

And you look up at me,

There is still a familiar smile on his face.

—To my dear.

Shi Yanqing folded the manuscript paper and put it back.Because of an inexplicable poem, and someone who likes to write poems, no one will believe it if they tell it?

Seeing him carefully folding the old piece of paper, Lu Cheng couldn't help asking: "Is this something from your girlfriend, senior?"

Shi Yanqing was startled, shook his head and said, "No, I don't know if it's a man or a woman."

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Just now, before getting in the car, was that your girlfriend? You..."

Lu Chengdao: "Not now, my mother doesn't like her. Her father is a government official, and my father doesn't want me to participate in it either."

Look very lonely.

Shi Yanqing suddenly felt a little depressed. This feeling was like the irritability when he wanted to meet the person who wrote those poems but couldn't.

Very annoying.

My hometown is still the same, with high and low mud houses, red brick walls, and thatched roofs.

Grandma Shi Yanqing's house is a big house with red bricks and blue tiles, which is rare in the village. There is a courtyard wall in front, and a gray earthen pot is placed on the wall. People poured water together.

Shi Yanqing pressed his temples with a headache, he seemed to have forgotten many things.

Taking the key to open the gate of the courtyard wall, Shi Yanqing opened the door and saw fallen leaves all over the ground. The camphor tree in the courtyard had grown very tall, with luxuriant branches and leaves, as if it wanted to grow into the sky.

Shi Yanqing sighed, resignedly picked up the bamboo broom in the corner, and swept the fallen leaves to the corner.

The house has not been cleaned for a long time, the ground is full of accumulated dust, and there are a few holes in the roof. Because it is not popular, there are not many spider webs.

Shi Yanqing didn't want to clean up the dust on the ground, but the hole in the roof couldn't be ignored, what if it rained?

Moving out of the wooden ladder in the utility room, Shi Yanqing climbed to the roof to repair the hole, picked out the broken tiles, and built new tiles on top. Shi Yanqing looked at it, clapped his hands in satisfaction, and climbed down the roof again.

The quilts in the closet were damp, and the yard was covered by tree branches, preventing sunlight from leaking in. Shi Yanqing set up a shelf outside the yard and hung the quilts to dry on it.

A hesitant voice sounded behind him, "Are you... a boy from the Shi family?"

How could anyone recognize him?Shi Yanqing turned his head in surprise, and saw a woman about 60 years old standing behind him with an expression on her face as if she had seen a ghost.

"You recognize me?"

The woman frowned, "Didn't your family leave? Why are you back?"

The words were very blunt, and Shi Yanqing didn't want to argue with her, "Come back to visit the grave."

After speaking, he turned around and continued to dry the quilt.

The woman seemed to mutter something, then left, and entered the gate next door.

Someone stood at the opposite door and looked at it. They said it was the opposite door, but it was actually separated by a road and two ashrams. The man saw the woman close the door and walked over. Only then did Shi Yanqing see clearly that it was a 30-year-old man wearing a short coat. man.

The man took a few glances at Shi Yanqing, and suddenly slapped him on the shoulder, "It's really you!"

"you are?"

"I'm Qiangzi! Brother Qiangzi, don't you remember?"

There seems to be such a person in my memory, "It's you."

Qiangzi didn't care about his indifference, frowned and lowered his voice, asking mysteriously, "What did that woman tell you just now?"

"Nothing, just ask me how I came back."

Qiangzi clapped his hands, "She has a guilty conscience!"

"Oh?"

"Her son is the one who used to play with you. You were young at that time, so you probably don't remember it. Someone fell in love with him and wanted to marry him back to be a child. That kid didn't want to, who the hell She's not a domineering person, so it's fine if she doesn't want to. But that woman was bewitched by a ghost and forced her son to be a child."

Qiangzi looked around, "Finally, he died."

Shi Yanqing felt uncomfortable, and his tone was not very good, "Then why is she guilty of me?"

"That's because you don't remember. When her son just died, you went to her house every day to find "uncle" to play. Her son is dead, how to find it? She said "uncle" is not there. You said "Isn't it there?" sit there?I want to play with my uncle," which scared the family into a miserable state. Everyone in the village said that her son was unwilling to die and refused to leave."

Shi Yanqing's expression was a little cold, "I wouldn't leave even if it was me."

"That's right," Qiang Zi said curiously, "Did you really see it then?"

"Can not remember."

"In short, that family is not a good person, don't get too close to them." Qiangzi said, and left.

Shi Yanqing finished drying the quilt, turned around and entered the yard.

That night, Shi Yanqing had a rare dream. The dream seemed to be filled with the sweetness of lemon candy. The sun hung in the sky and shone golden. Ants to go.

He stood under the tree and looked up at the person who seemed to be shining. The young man suddenly looked down at him, broke off a small branch and threw it on his head. He opened his mouth and looked at the other person stupidly, not understanding this beautiful Why did my brother throw him with a branch.

Looking at his reaction, the young man seemed very disappointed, and leaned back on the tree trunk, as if talking to himself, "Why are you still so stupid? Is it him?"

He took the dead branch off his head and said, "I'm not stupid."

The young man laughed happily, pointed at him and said, "You're really not stupid, you're just stupid."

He was very depressed, where did he stay?

The boy jumped off the tree, patted the dust off his hands, picked him up and walked into the house, opened the poetry collection and taught him sentence by sentence.

Shi Yanqing woke up sweating profusely, only to realize that it was already bright outside.

He took out the poetry collection under his pillow, opened it carefully, and read it aloud sentence by sentence.This is a habit he has always had, and he can almost memorize the poems in it.

After about half an hour, Shi Yanqing closed the poetry collection and put it back under the pillow.

After breakfast, Shi Yanqing took the weeding tools and went to grandma's grave.