Continuously

Sweat dripped from the pit of the neck, and when it flowed over the belly, it felt a little numb and itchy.

He was drenched in sweat, wishing he could stick out his tongue and let out a breath, while the person opposite seemed to be in winter.

Yao An turned his head away, carried the bicycle to the corner, caressed it twice without haste, and hid the bicycle behind the door.

"Why don't you call me brother?"

Yao An was startled and turned around.

A somewhat tall woman was wearing a black dress. The red stiletto heels on her feet were as out of place with her surroundings as her overly voluptuous and beautiful face.

Her words were obviously addressed to the people on the swing, but there was no response for a long time.

The woman didn't mind at all, she dropped her hand on her chest, Shi Shiran walked up to Yao An, lowered her head and said to him, "You are Yao An, right, my name is Yu Wan."

Yao An frowned slightly, and took a step back.

He didn't like this kind of pungent perfume smell and oppressive feeling, whether intentional or not.

Yu Wan smiled to herself, opened and closed her red lips, and pointed to the other side: "Here, his name is Jian Qi."

Yao An didn't want to show any interest, and he didn't follow her fingers. He only moved his toes.

"It's Yao Jianqi."

Yao Xinping came from behind and exchanged glances with Yu Wan, both of them were smiling.

Yao An saw it, but didn't speak, and ran past them with clenched fists. Yao Xinping took him back: "There's no manners at all."

Yao An frowned, and reluctantly called Dad.

"What else?" Yao Xinping asked in a deep voice.

"..."

Yao An tried his best to struggle, but Yao Xinping's hand was firmly pinching his shoulder, and he couldn't move away no matter what.

He looked at Yao Xinping fiercely.

Yao Xinping was startled, and forced him to come over. Yao An staggered on the spot and was supported by Yu Wan.

Yao An caught a glimpse of her red nails and almost immediately brushed off that hand.

Yao Xinping stepped forward quickly, with veins popping up on his arm.

If you want to hit, hit it, hurry up.

Yao An gritted his teeth and thought, he didn't bother to hide.

Yao Xinping didn't hit him.

No, he wanted to call, but he didn't have time.

A muffled "boom" behind him interrupted him.

The person on the swing fell down.

The empty swing was still shaking, Yao Xinping and Yu Wan squatted on the ground, shouting anxiously.

Yao An stood in the corner, staring blankly at the slightly convulsed hand hanging on the ground.

From the sound just now, he should have hit his head.

It must have hurt.

Yao Jianqi was supported in Wan's arms, his body curled up slightly, and the eyelashes on his closed eyes trembled.

"Jianqi, does it hurt?" Yao Xinping asked worriedly.

Yao Jianqi didn't say a word, wondering if he was conscious.

Yao Xinping panicked, shouted a few times, and was about to take the child from Yu Wan's arms when a man got in between them.

Yao An held up the hand on the ground and squeezed it hard towards the tiger's mouth.

"You..." Yao Xinping didn't know what he was doing.

Yao An didn't care to explain, straightened his thumb, and dug it in with his nails.

The little hand finally jumped in his palm.

Yao Jianqi raised his eyelids and looked at Yao An following the pain.

He looked numb, but this time, he was really looking at himself.

Yao An let go of his imprinted hand.

Yu Wan and Yao Xinping were relieved at the same time, Yu Wan hugged Yao Jianqi into her arms, and did not forget to cast a grateful look at Yao An.

Yao Jianqi turned his head to avoid Yu Wan's embrace, and sat up straight with support.

He took a few breaths slowly, stood up silently, backed away without staggering, turned around and opened the door, and closed it.

Yao Xinping wanted to go forward, but Yu Wan stopped him and shook his head.

Yao Xinping sighed, and turned to look for Yao An, but he was nowhere to be seen.

A round wooden board with a large diameter was placed on the small square dining table, turning it into a round table.

The ten white porcelain high-rim bowls are full of meat dishes, the meat has not been finely chopped, it is quite strong, and it is soaked in the soup that is about to overflow.

From time to time, there is the soft sound of chopsticks hitting the bowl wall, the sound of smashing the mouth of the bar, the old creak of the bamboo chair, and the sticky call of the wild cat leaning on the table foot.

Yao An picked up a rib in front of him, shook it under the table, and threw it to the door.

With a "meow -" sound, the wild cat scrambled to the door with three legs to enjoy the delicious food.

The cat's leg was gnawed off by the trap, and it was dragged and hurt in front of their house. Grandma Yao kept it.

Suddenly, the back of his hand was hit hard.

"Why are you still holding chopsticks like that?" Yao Xinping said.

Yao An remained silent, still holding the chopsticks with the brush, buried his whole face in the bowl, and the rice splattered.

"..." Yao Xinping didn't have a fit, coughed twice, and said to his parents, "Dad, Mom, you usually take him too loose."

Grandpa Yao tasted the soup and pickled vegetables without hearing a word, and he responded with two hahas.

"Just know how to open your mouth to eat." Grandma Yao spoke, and calmly glanced at Yu Wan and Yao Jianqi next to her.

Sitting at the dining table, Yu Wan was still out of place. Although she ate with her with dignity, all she ate were vegetable roots that didn't even count as condiments between the meat.

Yao Jianqi was also eating, but he didn't pick up a single bite of food. All he ate was plain rice, as if he had no sense of taste.

Yu Wan didn't feel embarrassed when she heard the words, she glanced at the dining table a little, took a piece of lean meat for Yao Jianqi, then put a large piece of fat meat in her own bowl, and calmly took a bite.

Worse than a cat.

Yao An shook his head in his heart for the mother and son, took a spoonful of the broth carelessly, and sucked it happily.

"I don't want you to eat like a water pump."

Yao An received grandma's slap on the head, and the soup almost spewed out of his nose.

The orange beams of light are embedded on the door panels and windows, behind the clouds and mountains, the setting sun burns and melts like wax.

In the small living room, the elders were chatting rustlingly, Yao An couldn't hear anything, he could only hear the sound of "swish" water, and he was cleaning a cauldron with a bamboo strip—the one who escaped in the morning, Nature at night can't hide.

Boiled water was poured into the pot, steaming like a sauna, Yao An simply took off his vest, wiped his sweat, and swished the water up.

After I don't know how long, after he scooped out the last ladle of clean water from the pot to confirm that there were no floating oil stars, the vibration of the car engine came from outside the house.

He put down his things and dawdled for a while before walking to the door. Yao Xinping rolled down the driver's window and waved to him.

Yao An let out a "tsk" and ran over anyway.

"Is Dad's new car okay?" Yao Xinping got out of the car.

"En." Yao An replied perfunctorily, but couldn't help touching the hood with his hand, which was scalded as expected.

Yao Xinping laughed a few times and said, "I'll open it for you and my brother in the future, okay?"

Yao An didn't speak, and let his father rub his head, holding up the jade pendant hanging on his chest.

"Dad knows that you miss the old days." Yao Xinping said, with rare patience and gentleness, "But we have to start a new life, right?"

Yao An snatched the jade pendant back and tried to stuff it into his clothes, but he was naked. He tightened the sling behind his neck. The brown color of the rope gradually faded from wearing it for many years, and turned white.

"Come on, let's have a try." Yao Xinping didn't criticize his son this time. He opened the rear door, but a series of bells came out of his pocket.

Yao An basically only saw that thing on TV, a three-finger wide screen, Yao Xinping pushed it forward and slid it, revealing small and flat buttons.

Yao Xinping put the screen to his ear, talked to the other end about some serious business, hung up the phone, swiped back, lowered his head, and found that his son was staring at the thing in his hand without blinking.

"Play?" He handed it in front of Yao An, "There are games in it, greedy for snakes."

Yao An cast his eyes away, and said with a bit of backbone: "No play."

Yao Xinping didn't argue with him, just said: "I'll buy you one next time."

After all, Yao An was a child, and there was a glint in his eyes. Before he could cover it up, Yao Xinping said again: "But you have to take good care of your younger brother for a while."

Yu Wan leaned sideways, and at first glance, she seemed to be talking to herself towards the door.

"Won't you say goodbye to me?" she finally asked.

The person behind the door was facing her, but his eyes fell on the gray door and window, inside lay a dead insect corpse, no different from sawdust.

Yao Jianqi gave an almost inaudible "hmm" as a response.

Yu Wan smiled, she was already very satisfied.

Grandma Yao carried two bags of freshly picked vegetables and snorted a few times, while Grandpa Yao ran forward with a big bucket of eggs buried in the sand, grunting, "The old woman knows how to rush, the car Haven't left yet!"

"Mom, we are going to work, so we can't eat that much." Yao Xinping hurriedly helped to take it, "You keep it for yourselves."

Grandma Yao was too lazy to talk nonsense, and instructed her son and wife to put the food in the trunk: "Don't crush it" "I have to eat this within three days, otherwise there will be worms"...

At the end, she clapped her hands and said in relief: "It's all right now, let's go."

The front cover of the car reflects the hot golden sky after the setting sun, and the color of the sky changes as the wheels reverse and rotate.

Yao Xinping rolled down the window and called Yao An over.

"Listen to grandparents," he said.

Yao An nodded and said awkwardly, "Be careful."

"I know." Yao Xinping continued, "Remember to take care of my younger brother..."

"Stop rambling." Yu Wan interrupted him, and looked at Yao An with a smile, "The child understands in his heart."

After hearing this, Yao Xinping didn't say any more, just squeezed Yao An's shoulder, said goodbye to his parents, and finally stretched his head and shouted: "Jian Qi, uncle and mother are leaving first!"

Yao Jianqi stood in the door frame, his pupils facing the sunlight, a little distracted, he was a little far away from the crowd, maybe he was looking at them, maybe he wasn't.

The car winds down, sweeping away the smoke and dust all over the place, and the small village suddenly becomes quiet, like any evening before, and it is very different from any evening.

A human head emerged from the slope, followed by a fluorescent red T-shirt, big pants, and old sandals.

"Uncle is leaving?" Kang Zi ran to Yao An's side.

"Yes." Yao An faced the road and kicked a small stone.

Kang Zi leaned over with a playful smile, and whispered in Yao An's ear, "Your stepmother is quite pretty."

"..." Yao An didn't say much, and swept over with a swift kick, and was dodged by Kang Zi, who had been prepared for a long time.

"By the way, where is the person?" Kangzi put Yao An on his shoulders, looked around, his eyes suddenly paused, and after a while, he asked in a daze, "Did your father bring you a younger brother or a younger sister?"

Yao An choked, and quickly looked towards the door, only to see a piece of white clothes trailing up.