My target is black impermanence

The next day, Shen Hanyang discovered an astonishing and angry fact.

His door was locked.

"Zou Yu..."

This completely ignited the anger in his heart.

He is not a hero, but if he can do something, he will definitely do it without hesitation. All he cares about from the beginning to the end is Zou Yu's attitude and one of his answers.

"Zou Yu!"

There was no answer outside the door. He knew that Zou Yu was already working seriously at this time.

He didn't believe that the relationship between the two of them these days was fake, and he didn't believe that Zou Yu, who always responded honestly, was just pretending.

But he just hoped to hear a word from Zou Yu's mouth.

A word that would live up to the seriousness he takes these days.

He is not so casual with everyone, let alone kiss anyone frivolously.

Zou Yu sat outside silently, pursing his lips in embarrassment.

He didn't want to treat Shen Hanyang in this way, but he was afraid that Shen Hanyang would go somewhere he couldn't see.

"Feel sorry……"

He just tasted emotion for the first time and didn't understand that sorry is the most powerless language in this world.

Shen Hanyang's eyes sank, and a huge curse mark rose under his feet. The ghost energy in his body was rapidly consumed, and the overdraft feeling of being hollowed out made his hands and feet tremble.

Zou Yu outside the door was startled, and quickly opened the door. Shen Hanyang, who looked like a dead body, put his hand on Zou Yu's neck.

"I said, I won't run."

Until now, Shen Hanyang still thought that Zou Yu locked him up because he was worried that he would leave everything and leave.

Zou Yu opened his mouth and murmured, "No..."

Shen Hanyang staggered a bit, holding his waist with one hand.

Zou Yu frowned slightly, looking at him with indescribable embarrassment and a hint of sadness.

The anger in Shen Hanyang's heart was suddenly relieved, he leaned his head on Zou Yu's shoulder weakly, and said softly: "I just want to go home."

Zou Yu shuddered, staring straight at the sunlight coming in through the window.

"it is good."

He turned his head, and their lips were pressed together.

Plenty of ghost energy was continuously sent into Shen Hanyang's body. Shen Hanyang looked into Zou Yu's eyes, and the black pupils were still as bright and clear as the first time he saw them.

It's just that there are more distracting thoughts that he doesn't understand.

Shen Hanyang opened his mouth and bit Zou Yu hard.

Then, as if ruthless, he invaded Zou Yu's mouth almost violently.

The blood was mixed with saliva, and it was unknown who swallowed more.

Slowly, the posture of the two changed to Shen Hanyang holding Zou Yu's hand and pressing it against the wall.

This kiss has long since changed its nature.

The two stared at each other, their lips pressed together as if they were competing with each other.

With each other's unwillingness to express their thoughts.

But no matter how fierce their mouths were, the eyes of the two gradually softened.

There is Shen Hanyang's unique concentration when kissing, and Zou Yu's bewildered indulgence.

……

Shen Hanyang left. He carried Fu Guier and walked alone on the road he hadn't traveled for nearly five years.

Sitting in the rickety tricycle, he looked at the yellow land and small ditches outside, because autumn was about to begin, and the harvest of grain could already take shape.

When the wind blows, it is like a golden wave.

The sound of cicadas and the yelling of plowing cattle instantly dissipated the restless impetuosity in people's hearts.

He smiled and patted Fu Gui'er's little paw.

"Bring you back to recognize your ancestors, so that you can recognize the way to die for me."

Fugui'er scratched his palm and spit a bubble for him.

The village hadn't changed much. He walked all the way home, but to his surprise, he didn't meet anyone on the road. When he got back to the door of his house, he found that the door was wide open, but there was no one inside.

"dad."

He yelled, and the working hat was placed on the stone sill outside, and he should have been sitting at the door just now.

But strangely, there was no one inside.

He put down the things by himself and opened the bedroom he hadn't lived in for a long time.

Originally, it was expected that it would be covered with ashes, or full of sundries, but when he pushed it away, the inside was as clean as ever, as if he had never walked by.

Even the quilt on the bed was neatly folded at the end of the bed, as if he would come back anytime.

He bowed his head and smiled, and moved things in one by one.

There was a noisy sound outside, Shen Hanyang hurried out, and saw several people rushing up the mountain anxiously with hoes and shovels.

"Uncle Shen, what's the matter?"

Seeing him, several people were obviously stunned for a moment, apparently not expecting him to come back.

But he didn't bother to say hello, so the old man who was stopped by Shen Hanyang hurriedly said: "Han Yang, it's good that you come back, something big has happened in the village recently."

Hearing this, Shen Hanyang couldn't sit still.

He put down the things in his hands, closed the door, and hurriedly followed the people up the mountain.

Only then did he realize why there were almost no people in the village.

That's because everyone gathered on the mountain.

And the noise is getting louder.

As soon as Shen Hanyang arrived, he happened to see the first few people pushing and shoving, one of them pushed Shen's father, and Shen Hanyang cried out anxiously.

"dad!"

This sound made the people in the village pause, and they all turned their heads to look at him.

Shen Hanyang is the only college student in the village and the son of the village chief. He hasn't come back after five years of walking. This sudden appearance made everyone unconsciously focus on him.

He quickly walked up to Father Shen, and was relieved to see that he hadn't suffered any injuries except that he had lost some weight.

The moment Father Shen saw him, his eyes were overjoyed, but then he lowered his face and said in a deep voice, "Why are you coming back properly, you can't get along in the big city anymore?"

Shen Hanyang was a little dumbfounded, but the current scene did not allow them to reminisce about the past.

Standing in front of Shen's father was Shen Hanyang's second uncle, and behind him was a group of young people who were looking aggressively at this side.

"Since Han Yang is back, let Han Yang say something fair about this matter."

Shen Hanyang looked at the people around him with some doubts.

Everyone's face is not good-looking, looking at this battle, it seems that there are two groups of people, and they are stalemate.

"Dad, what's wrong?"

"Don't worry about it."

Father Shen pushed him behind.

He is a tall young man in his twenties, and now he is still protected by his father behind him.

Looking at the thin body and short black and white hair standing in front of him, he felt sore and a little sad.

"Shen Er, this mountain top is something left by our ancestors. How many generations of ancestors are buried in it. If I say it is not allowed to be sold, it is not allowed to be sold!"

Father Shen frowned, showing no compromise.

This matter has obviously been quarreling for a while, Second Uncle Shen waved his hand arrogantly, and said: "Shen Da, are you stupid? What's the use of guarding those dead people's bones? What kind of developers are willing to spend a lot of money to buy this mountain? When the time comes, every family will be able to get a lot of money, but you can't figure it out with your brain."

After hearing these words, Shen Hanyang also fully understood.

Uncle Shen wanted to sell the mountain that his ancestors guarded, but father Shen, the village head, naturally disagreed.

The older generation in the village stood on Father Shen's side, while some young people who had been bought by money became Uncle Shen's supporters.

"Can't sell!"

Shen Hanyang stood up from behind Father Shen.

He grew up on this mountain, so he naturally knows how many ancestors are buried here. They all say that they rely on mountains to eat mountains, and rely on water to eat water. People in the village live by pointing to this mountain. If they sell it, young people can go out to make a living. What about the old people in the village?

Besides, those ancestral graves can't be moved either.

Second Uncle Shen obviously didn't expect Shen Hanyang, a young man, to be so confused, so he said: "Han Yang, what are you thinking, they opened 500 million to take this mountain, 500 million!"

Seeing Uncle Shen's obviously obsessed with money and profit, Shen Hanyang frowned slightly.

"It can't be sold. You don't know what those developers will do when they buy this mountain. If they want to build a factory, the village will not be able to live."

But Uncle Shen didn't care at all.

The developer told him that as long as he can deal with the villagers, he will give him an extra 50 yuan, and then counting the money that is divided, it will be enough for him to go to the city to buy a big house. Who cares about living here .

"What do you know, Shen Hanyang, don't study in a big city and make your brain stupid."

The one who spoke was Shen Shanhe, the son of Second Uncle Shen.

At a glance, he saw that Shen Hanyang's body was different from their cleanliness with their faces facing the loess and their backs facing the sky. The jealousy of being compared among their peers instantly turned into a sharp attack.

"Mountains and rivers!"

Shen's father worked so hard for Shen Hanyang to go to study, not to let people talk about it when he came back.

"Did I say something wrong? A good college student doesn't learn well. He imitates others and engages in homosexuality. If he doesn't come back for a few years, who knows how to play outside? I'm afraid he will come back because of illness..."

"Snapped!"

Father Shen slapped Shen Shanhe heavily.

He was panting heavily, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

His own son can say whatever he wants, but no one else can say a word.

Seeing his son being beaten, Second Uncle Shen quarreled with Father Shen immediately.

Seeing that the leader started a fierce confrontation, the two parties gradually converged towards the center. When you touch me and I touch you, the physical contact takes on a sexual flavor.

The pushing back and forth became violent, and the two noisy groups of people scolded and pushed each other unwilling to be outdone. Shen Hanyang tried to stop all this, but no one cared about his weak voice in the noisy crowd.

I don't know who made the move first, and soon the two parties started fighting.

Father Shen, who was squeezed in the middle, punched Second Uncle Shen several times.

But everyone has weapons in their hands. Even if their reason prevents them from pointing the things in their hands at the people in the same village, these heavy and sharp weapons are extremely easy to lose their hands in the crowd. For a moment, Uncle Shen and Shen Shanhe looked at each other, and they both saw the cruelty in each other's eyes.

The hoe that was supposed to fall on the ground was moved by someone, and the sharp blade of the hoe happened to be aimed at Father Shen.

Shen Hanyang rushed over without even thinking, and protected the thin father Shen under him.

"Han Yang!"