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Summer ended earlier than expected.

It doesn't end abruptly, but like a broken beat, there are several broken nodes.

First there was a heavy rain, Yao An came back on his bicycle soaked all over, took off his shirt at the door, and wrung it dry; Yao Jianqi cut his index finger while flipping through the picture album, and a line of blood smeared on the tip of his tongue, tasted the rust, Also like mold; Kangzi's arm was broken, and he didn't say anything about how he did it, and spent an endless summer vacation; finally, Yan Huaien and Yan Muchun came back, with the definition of cancer, and "not in line with the indications for surgery" notify.

When Yan Huai'en opened the door of the house again, nothing changed, the windows were bright and clean, and the rooster crowed loudly. He put a blanket on Yan Muchun's rocking chair, helped him lie on it, and entered autumn in advance.

When Yao An walked to the door, he still didn't know what kind of mood and words he was holding. It was Yao Jianqi who led him across the threshold, and Yan Huai'en came out of the kitchen. He had just poured out the medicine residue, like the first meeting.

"Is your brother here today?"

At that time, Yan Huai'en asked Yao An, before he fully accepted the fact, Yan Huai'en urged him to accept it, knowing him better than him.

"You are here." Yan Huai'en placed the earthen jar on the porcelain table, and made a small sound, causing ripples.

He smiled at them, no surprises, no exceptions.

"Brother Huai En." Yao Jianqi called out consciously.

"Hey." Yan Huai'en walked in front of him, and compared Yao Jianqi and himself with his palms, "Did you grow too fast? It's all up to my nose."

Yao Jianqi shook his head: "It's because you grow up too slowly."

"Okay." Yan Huai'en smiled and looked at Yao An, "Your brother is sincere."

Yao An couldn't find any flaws in his smile, but it was difficult to respond, so he had to keep his mouth tightly shut.

Yan Huai'en sighed, and said helplessly: "You look like you, you can't tell which of us is in trouble."

"..." Yao An choked.

Yao Jianqi loosened Yao An's fingers and pulled them away completely before saying, "I'm going to see Teacher Yan."

He walked into another door, leaving Yan Huaien more room to talk and lose his composure.

Yan Huai'en didn't know, he heard the sound of closing the door, and said with some relief: "Your brother is really sensible."

"He is a filial son to others." Yao An said, "Just throw face at me."

"Really, I think it's pretty good." Yan Huai'en gloated.

Yao An shrugged, with an expression of confession.

Then they laughed together.

"Wynn..."

"Stop." Yan Huai'en made hand gestures, before he could stop laughing, "I don't need to comfort you. Yesterday, Kang Zi pulled me to talk all night. He said he was crying, and I was so sleepy."

"Then don't worry, my style of storage is different from that bastard." Yao An said.

"Help." Yan Huai'en stroked his forehead.

Yao An stepped forward and hugged him.

Yan Huai'en froze for a moment.

"You can be sad or not strong." Yao An whispered, "We are all here."

The remaining smell of the medicine pot is faintly present in the air, a bit bitter and warm.

"It's really different." He patted Yao An on the shoulder.

"Have you listened?" Yao An straightened up and asked.

Yan Huaien looked at him and let out a soft breath.

"I will," he said, "I will."

Grandpa Yao was standing in the hall with his head raised, his hands constantly pointing.

"That knot is not so loose!" "Hey, draw the rope slowly, don't knock the beam down!" "You come down and forget it, I will come..."

Next to it, the flower cat squinted its eyes and comfortably rubbed its ears against Yao Jianqi's instep. Yao Jianqi supported the wooden ladder and looked up at Yao An, who was neither on the left nor right nor on the ladder, with a sympathetic expression on his face.

"Don't do it!" Yao An was afraid that his grandfather would come for real, so he hurriedly shouted, "I can't even dismantle a swing?"

"That's not certain." Grandpa Yao snorted coldly, protecting Yao Jianqi's head, "Don't be hit by your brother."

"...Okay." Yao An was used to it, and he glanced at Yao Jianqi, "Just watch the show, ah."

Yao Jianqi pursed his lips and smiled: "Be careful."

Yao An stepped on the wooden ladder with both feet, twisting almost 180 degrees. Every line of his body was stretched into a guqin, focusing on the thick knots tied tightly in his hands.

Yao Jianqi also focused on his focus.

The three-legged cat yawned lazily, and after a small cry, the swing fell to the ground with a "bang", disturbing it.

"Great work—success!" Yao An patted his flushed palm, took two steps, and jumped down.

Yao Jianqi knelt down, stroked the trembling cat, smoothed the fur on the animal's back, and said to Yao An, "You scared it."

Yao An stood at attention and saluted the cat respectfully: "Third Brother, I'm sorry."

"I'm still rushing to recognize the cat as my brother." Grandpa Yao leaned over to pick up the fallen swing board and rope, and took advantage of the opportunity to slap Yao An's calf, "This is a mother's!"

"Oh!" Yao An hugged his legs and rubbed them together, shouting bitterly, "I'm all red!"

Grandpa Yao walked away in a huff: "Anyway, you are solid."

Yao Jianqi hugged the cat, enjoying the scene of Hanyi "fucking" Sun as always, until Yao An angrily sat down in front of him, spread his legs and hands, complaining: "Look, there are blood marks."

"Exaggeration." Yao Jianqi said so, but put the cat on the chair, looking down at Yao An's unreal wound.

Yao An refused to accept it and said, "I'm not exaggerating, your brother Pi is tender, you know..."

The voice paused.

Yao Jianqi bent down and blew on Yao An's palm.

"Why are your palm lines so deep?" Yao Jianqi's eyes flowed out, like the juice of limes.

Yao An retracted his hands: "It's always been like this, like a knife." He tapped Yao Jianqi's forehead, "You didn't just find out today."

Yao Jianqi touched his forehead and sat down opposite him.

The cat has gone, unknowingly.