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There is a wild hedgehog in the grass.

With small black eyes and a small nose, and dark brown burrs all over her body, she is as cute as if made of chocolate.

Makes people very appetizing.

It was already dark.Looking up, the red-purple sunset is almost level with the horizon.Si Ji squatted on the ground, wanting to poke this little thing with his finger, with the simple aroma of wild flowers in his nose.

Before touching them, the opponent shrank into a ball and fled quickly.

Zuo Yan sat on the ground, with two toes protruding from the tip of the flip-flops, and the soles of the shoes were full of dried yellow mud and green grass clippings.He crossed his legs, and his black T-shirt was pulled up to his waist, revealing his strong abdominal muscles.The underpants can barely cover the navel, and the mermaid line is looming.In the evening in the countryside, mosquitoes were rampant, Si Ji wiped the sweat on his face, took the wind oil essence his grandmother gave him, moved it to Zuo Yan's side, and wiped a big red envelope on his forehead again and again.

The cool mint smell is like a layer of green tulle, lightly covering the two heads.

Sitting side by side with him, lit a cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, Si Ji's laughter grew from small to loud, and gradually became uncontrollable: "Do you still smoke? Old dumb?"

Zuo Yan glanced at him lazily, took a puff and sprayed out a cloud of mist, and threw the smoke aside.Si Ji curled up his legs and shrank back, almost not being burnt to the crotch.Inhaling and inhaling, Zuo Yan obviously didn't have lungs, and the light blue smoke twisted and twisted, and quickly disappeared in the dusk.

This is Mama Si's hometown, Caoqiao Town, which is less than a hundred kilometers away from Qiucheng.Grandma was taken to the south by my aunt a long time ago.It's just that she would go back to Qiucheng every year to pay homage to her ex-husband, Si Ji's grandfather.

She seldom comes back during Qingming and Spring Festival.

It was just these few days that Si Ji was in a hurry to bring Zuo Yan to see her.

A while ago, Zuo Yan had a fever and a cold, his throat was inflamed, and his voice sounded like a saw.However, the entertainment couldn't be stopped, he still went out to drink with Si Ji behind his back, until one night he had a drink, and the next day he completely lost his voice.Mother Si was more anxious than Si Ji, and took him to see a doctor.The old doctor stuck a needle in his throat for a few days, but he got better slightly, saying that he needs to take medicine and take it slowly.Si Ji felt distressed, but he would never let go of the opportunity to educate him, so he took him out to meet Shen Luoshen the next day.A group of them ate and drank on the sidelines, and Zuo Yan, who was instructed to only eat a light diet, could only sit on the side like a large mascot, drinking porridge and warm water with no expression on his face.

Shen Luo burst out laughing, saying that he was unable to resist being abused by Si Ji's family, it was absolutely miserable.

"Old mute?" Si Ji didn't light another cigarette.Rubbing the cigarette case in his pocket with his fingers, he leaned his head on Zuo Yan's shoulder, "Oh, it's boring if you don't talk. Grandma doesn't talk much, and I'm the only one at home. I feel like a mentally retarded person."

They both came here yesterday.After a rainstorm and a 10-minute trek on water, the two finally arrived at their grandmother's house.There is still some distance from the town, and there are continuous grassy slopes on the side. On a large area of ​​barren homestead, there is a brown grave filled with withered willow branches more than ten meters away.

Si Ji talked a lot by himself, Zuo Yan only said "um" occasionally.The twilight faded, the sky was dark, and there were cicadas and stars all around. "It's time to go back." Si Ji said, then took Zuo Yan's arm and helped him up from the ground.

He moved very carefully, his brows and eyes were peaceful but his face was bright.Zuo Yan stared at him for a while, then suddenly pointed to his legs.

"What, the hair on the legs got knotted?" Si Ji grinned.

I can never get tired of this stalk.

Then the little curly hair was pulled.

"Legs are numb." Zuo Yan said with his mouth.

"Then rest?"

Zuo Yan shook his head, slowly walked around behind Si Ji, and lay on top of him.

There was a burst of warmth on his back, and Si Ji froze.

Clasping his hands in front of his chest, Zuo Yan tapped his calf with his heel.

His neck was rubbed against the stubble, and Si Ji thought of that little hedgehog inexplicably.

"Please, please, I will carry you on my back."

That being said, the waist has already bent down.