Excessive deviation

Since the government invested in the development of the tourism and vacation industry, Zhong Shitian’s hometown has also been repaired. It is still a tile-roofed house, but the outer wall has become flat instead of mottled, and a layer of white putty has been painted on the inner wall. The lifespan can last for decades.

"Dad, Mom, we are back." Zhong Pingbei greeted them in dialect, and the two black and white photos on the altar in front of the lobby looked at them kindly.

The old house hadn’t seen the light for a few months, and all the furniture was covered with dust. Jiang Ru directed the men to work, and cleaned up two rooms, “Shuyao and Shitian sleep in the same room, is there any problem?” ?”

Zhong Shitian glanced at Zhao Shuyao, who said frankly, "I have no objection." Looking back at him, he nodded coyly and restlessly, not knowing where he was going.

After packing up, they took the food Masako liked and went up the mountain.

In summer, the plants on the mountain grew wildly, Zhong Shitian was cautious, but there were still a few scratches on the branches on his face, which were very conspicuous under his fair complexion.

"I'm disfigured." He held his face sadly.

"There is no bleeding, and there will be no scars. It will be fine when I go back." Zhong Pingbei said.

Zhong Shitian went to Zhao Shuyao's side and said aggrievedly: "My face is blurred, do you still want me?"

Zhao Shuyao glanced at him and said in a low voice, "Are you sure you want to tease me here?"

Zhong Shitian felt that his butt was pinched gently, full of hints.

He hesitated for a second, and ran to Jiang Ru's side.

Masako’s grave is still clean and simple. It should be that the mountain watchers come to weed from time to time, and Masako’s smile on the tombstone is still gentle and graceful.

"お母さん, あなたに会いいに来ました (Mom, I came to see you)" Zhao Shuyao said softly.

Jiang Ru arranged the offerings, "Sushi, milk squares, strawberry pie, and Americano are all your favorites."

Zhong Pingbei sprinkled something around, "I don't know if the lavender can grow here."

Zhong Shitian picked many wild flowers along the way, and put them in a bouquet beside Masako's monument, "Flowers for the beauties."

Jiang Ru patted his butt, "You are young, you are glib." She turned her head to call Zhao Shuyao, "Come here, Shuyao, and offer incense sticks to your mother."

Zhao Shuyao stepped forward, and hung the vine wreath on the monument with some restraint. It was made of the branches he broke off for Zhong Shitian, and it looked a little rough.

"Yazi, look at Shuyao, she's already so tall." Jiang Ru said with a smile, "The last time I came here, I was still the same as Shitian. It's only been a while, and I'm already half a head taller than Shitian."

This hit Zhong Shitian's sore foot, and he shouted in embarrassment: "I, I want to raise before suppressing!"

"Don't hold back, mom wants to see you grow to 1.8 meters." Jiang Ru said.

Zhong Shitian wanted Zhao Shuyao to help him hold the stage, but Zhao Shuyao knelt on the ground, held three sticks of incense and lowered his head, as if communicating with Masako silently, Zhong Shitian stopped disturbing him and spread his hooves again I picked a lot of unknown wild fruits nearby, and brought them to Masako's grave.

Zhao Shuyao had already stood up, but Zhong Shitian always felt that his eyes seemed to be full of words.

After descending the mountain, Zhong Pingbei proposed to go around to the back mountain, where there is a shallow mountain spring, which is a summer resort.But before they arrived, a fellow villager whom they hadn't seen for a long time greeted them. The two parents stayed to greet them, and the children went to play first.

"It's a bit difficult to walk here." Zhong Shitian held Zhao Shuyao's hand, "I like to come here to play every time I come back in summer."

Zhao Shuyao let out a "hmm" without interest.

A few more steps forward, you will see the mountain spring, which is crystal clear and pooled from the cave. It is only the size of a swimming pool, and the round and smooth rocks around it are patchwork, giving it a natural beauty.

Zhong Shitian couldn't wait to take off his shoes, sitting on the rock just enough to soak his legs in, the cold mountain spring water stimulated him to shiver, and then let out a breath of comfort, "It's so cool! It's more comfortable than blowing on the air conditioner." He said Waving to Zhao Shuyao, "Shuyao, come quickly."

Zhao Shuyao sat next to him, imitating him to soak his feet in, just in time to reach the bottom of the cobbled pool, the heat was forced out, and he couldn't help but relax.

"Is it comfortable?" Zhong Shitian grinned, rubbing his toes against Zhao Shuyao's ankle.

Zhao Shuyao propped his hands back, looked up at the not towering, but green and fertile mountains, and the cloudless sky.

Zhong Shitian also looked up, and said comfortably, "The weather is really nice today."

Zhao Shuyao's eyes became distant and melancholy.

Zhong Shitian turned his head to look at his profile, and said, "Shuyao, are you in a bad mood?"

Zhao Shuyao didn't speak.

Zhong Shitian asked hesitantly, "Are you still feeling sorry for Aunt Masako?"

Zhao Shuyao also looked at him. Not only did Zhong Shitian have red marks on his face, but also mosquito bites. It was a little funny, but the concern in his eyes was so sincere that Zhao Shuyao couldn't help but want to say everything.

... He can't say, he only looks at things from his own standpoint, which is too one-sided.

Zhong Shitian loves Masako so much, and Masako also likes him, it would be too cruel to tell him "If it wasn't for you, mother would not have died".

But it was his fault!

A violent thought exploded.

You've always known that if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't want to leave. How could mom commit suicide? !

He killed your mother, why do you still like him so much?

"Shuyao?" Zhong Shitian was a little uneasy, Zhao Shuyao's eyes fluctuated violently, and he faintly saw cruelty.

...not his fault.

my fault.

If I hadn't been born...if I hadn't been born...

"Shuyao!" Zhong Shitian tugged at Zhao Shuyao's collar, "What are you thinking?"

"I..." Zhao Shuyao realized that his throat was so dry and hoarse, he lowered his head, "...I figured out something."

"You scared me just now." Zhong Shitian whispered, and he leaned over and quickly kissed the corner of Zhao Shuyao's mouth, "I have something to say."

Zhao Shuyao held Zhong Shitian's hand, and gradually tightened his strength, like the last chance of dying.

There is no way to make dinner in the old house, because the kitchen can only burn firewood, and these people who have lived in the city for a long time have long lost this skill.

He went to a fellow villager's house, and Zhong Pingbei was actually Zhong Shitian's great-grandfather who was about the same age as Zhong Pingbei.

Their family is in charge of the kitchen of the resort, so there is nothing to say about their cooking skills. The farm dishes are simple but have a unique flavor. Zhong Shitian is very satisfied with the food. Tian noticed that she was very interested in Zhao Shuyao, and would always look at her shyly and timidly, but Zhao Shuyao was as unresponsive as a log, so Zhong Shitian had to use his body to block the peach blossoms.

Back at the old house again, it was already dark, Zhong Shitian took a bath in the cold mountain spring, rolled onto the bed and lay paralyzed, waiting for Zhao Shuyao to come back.

I thought it would be difficult without air conditioning, but the old house has its own coolness, and it is very comfortable without air conditioning. Zhong Shitian was in a daze and almost fell asleep.

He vaguely heard the creaking sound of the door being opened, and someone came over and sat beside him.

Zhong Shitian struggled to open his eyes, and murmured: "Shuyao..."

He felt a cool hand caressing his face.

"Sleep..." Zhong Shitian gave way and motioned him to lie down.

Zhao Shuyao lay down beside him and held him tightly in his arms.

Zhong Shitian yawned, "You are cool, so comfortable."

"Go to sleep." Zhao Shuyao patted his back lightly, as if coaxing a child.

"Well, that Ah Yue just now has been peeking at you." Zhong Shitian settled accounts vaguely.

"Who?"

Zhong Shitian felt relieved, rubbed against his chest and said, "It's nothing, go to sleep."

Zhao Shuyao bowed his head and kissed his forehead, and it took a long time to separate.

In the middle of the night, Zhong Shitian vaguely heard a creaking sound, he turned over, but his hands were empty, and when he opened his eyes, Zhao Shuyao was not by his side.

Did you go to the bathroom?

Zhong Shitian's half-asleep and half-awake mind couldn't think too deeply, and soon fell asleep again. He didn't know how long he slept, probably because he was worried, he woke up again, and touched the side.Still empty.

Zhong Shitian opened his eyes all at once, and became conscious.He sat up and turned on the light and looked around the room, but he didn't see Zhao Shuyao.

Did you really go to the toilet?

Zhong Shitian's heart hung up, he got out of bed and walked outside the house, it was still midnight, outside the house there was only boundless night and bright moonlight, Zhong Shitian stopped believing in ghosts and gods after he went to high school, but now he was in the countryside and it was midnight, full of terror He was a little apprehensive about the elements of the movie.

He came to the toilet, the lights were not turned on, and it was pitch black.He shouted in fear: "Shuyao, are you inside?"

No one answered.

Zhong Shitian used the flashlight of his mobile phone to shine the light in, and there was no one in the toilet, so where else could Zhao Shuyao go?

Zhong Shitian searched all over the old house, which was an adventure, but he still couldn't find Zhao Shuyao in the end.

Zhao Shuyao went out, he was not familiar with this place, Zhong Shitian couldn't think of anything else except that place.

Masako's tomb.

Zhong Shitian first thought of Zhao Shuyao's depressed mood all day long. He didn't know what was in Zhao Shuyao's heart. Zhao Shuyao didn't say anything, and he didn't ask. How could he be so stupid? Zhao Shuyao was very sad. So obvious.

He thought of the scene where Zhao Shuyao knelt and cried in front of Masako's tomb the last time he came.

He couldn't let Zhao Shuyao cry alone.

So, he even forgot about his ward parents and rushed out of the house.

In Zhong Shitian's life before, he never thought that he would run out in the middle of the night one day, and he was still in the countryside. In this place surrounded by mountains, as beautiful as it is in the morning, it can be as terrifying as it is at night.

This kind of movie will be complained about "If you don't die, you won't die".

It takes less than 10 minutes to walk from the old house to the foot of the mountain during the day, but why does Zhong Shitian feel that this road has no end in sight?The more he thought about it, the more nervous he felt, Zhong Shitian started to jog, not daring to look behind, for fear of seeing something weird.

Zhao Shuyao, you'd better stay there for me!Don't even try to talk to me this week if I haven't found you!

Going up the mountain is the scariest thing. The vine branches in the morning are just a little annoying, but now they are like magic claws. Zhong Shitian was so afraid that he was about to choke in the middle of the journey. He thought, what if I die here?

Maybe I can keep company with Aunt Masako.

That's still acceptable...

No, no, what should Shuyao do?

can't leave him...

After thinking wildly for a while, he finally reached the top of the mountain.

The soft moonlight is pouring gently on this mountain, and every leaf and grass gets her caress fairly.

It was only then that Zhong Shitian remembered to look up, the starry sky was like a Milky Way across the sky, as beautiful as a dream.

Suddenly he was not afraid.

Zhong Shitian walked towards Masako's tombstone, and behind the thick tree surrounded by several people, he heard a faint voice, trembling and ethereal, but carrying endless remorse and self-blame:

"...すべてが私のせいだ...もし私が生まれなかったら, よかったのに... (It's all my fault... If I wasn't born...)"