Plan carefully

"How did it start?" Han Muyu said simply, and went back and said?Said with a fist?

"When I went back, I told them to change the land for my father and build a proper grave. They refused, saying that the road had been repaired..."

"and then?"

"Then," Han Muyu glanced out the window, her voice was straight and cold, "then, that night, I took a shovel and a hammer, and demolished the part of the road that was pressing down on my dad that they had already repaired..."

"Just yourself?" I asked in surprise.

"En. Brick roads are different from these roads in the city, so they are easy to tear down."

"How did the village head react?"

"The next day during the day, they repaired that section again. When I went to dismantle it again at night, I found that they had hired a few people to guard there in advance, and then fought with them because there were too many of them. It didn’t take apart, and I suffered a few blows.”

When listening to Han Muyu talking about these things, I always have the illusion that he is not talking about himself, and those fists are not falling on his face, he is just a spectator standing outside the scene, watching A road ran over the cemetery of a long-sleeping person, watching a group of people oppressing a family of orphans and widows, watching a young man helplessly but fearlessly fighting for a bit of dignity.He was clearly in it, but he stripped himself out, as if none of the shame and hurt had touched him.

"On the third night, no one was watching them, so I went to demolish it again. It lasted all night and almost half of the road was demolished. When I saw the village chief, I told him that he would not agree to help my father move the grave unless He asked people to watch this road every day, or beat me to death, otherwise the road would definitely not pass. In the end, he agreed..."

"Damn, it's so fucking bullying..." I slapped the table angrily, and cursed, "Is there any justice in this world? Is a poor village head so domineering?" People turned their heads to look at me from afar.

Han Muyu raised his eyes to look at me who was puffed up, then shook his head lightly, and said, "It's just a handful of ashes...the ashes don't feel, and those of us who do feel feel... living is hard work, But if you’re not alive, how do you know if something good will happen in the future?”

I listened to his soliloquy and fell silent.

Obviously, dying is definitely easier than living. People are afraid of death. In fact, death itself is not terrible.

Therefore, you have to live even when you are struggling, you have to live even if you swallow your breath, as long as you can not die, you have to live, in order to feel the impermanence of those good and bad fates that will come in the future.

I sat there blankly for five seconds, until Han Muyu asked me, "An Ran, what are you holding in your arms?"

"Ah?" I just remembered the cashmere sweater I hadn't had time to take out, "This one is for you."

I handed it to him, and he took it and looked at it, "Sweater?"

"Ah, it was issued by our unit. I wear it a little too big. I think you are a little taller than me. It should be just right for you to wear, so I brought it here for you. You can go back and try it on."

"Give me the sweater, what are you wearing?"

"I have several more."

Han Muyu gently touched the unpacked cashmere sweater, his eyes were soft, but after looking it over, he pushed it back to me.

"An Ran," he hesitated for a while, as if he was trying to figure out what to say, and finally, looking at the white tabletop, he said in a moderate voice, "Actually, you don't have to pity me."

I was taken aback for a moment, then became anxious the next moment, "Han Muyu, what are you talking about? Who is pitying you? You are so cruel, you can take care of all kinds of things by yourself, and you can endure any hardship without relying on your parents." You don’t rely on relationships to support yourself and support your family. What are you pitiful for? I, An Ran, have no right to pity you. I rely on my relatives to find me a job. I've never done anything brave and elated since I've grown up so much, I still pity you, I trouble you to pity me!"

Han Muyu was overwhelmed by my string of rhetoric, he looked at me suspiciously, as if he didn't understand.

I was a little embarrassed by his look, so I directly picked up the cashmere sweater and stuffed it into his arms, pretending to be angry and said: "I'm going to buy some drinks, you should reflect on it!"

When I came back with a glass of iced cola and a glass of hot juice, Han Muyu had already unpacked the cashmere sweater. He only gently pulled out one side, and stroked the gray-blue wool with his fingers.

When I put the juice in front of him, I asked casually, "How does it feel?"

"Well, it's very soft and slippery. The ones issued by your bank are good."

"Of course, pure cashmere! Take it back and look at it! Drink the juice first." I opened the lid of the paper cup for him.

I have been paying attention to his expressions and actions, so when he picked up the cup and put it down in a very short time, the slight trembling of his right hand and the frowning of his brows all fell into my eyes exactly. in the eyes.

"Drinks are hot!" he said.

I grabbed his right wrist and flipped it over before he retracted.

Simply appalling.

There were large blisters on the fingers and the palm, and the bases of the four fingers except the thumb were all broken, exposing red flesh. Because the arm was stretched, a small part of his arm was exposed from the sleeve, which could be seen vaguely Several bruises of blue and purple.

I knew it, I knew it wasn't that simple, he could talk about the incident lightly, but he had to go through the process minute by minute.

"You, why didn't you tell me you hurt your hand, and your arm?" I was really anxious.

Han Muyu withdrew his hand, "It's okay, the blisters and broken skin on my hands were all ground with bricks when the road was demolished, and the bamboo poles on my arms were pumped. The villagers were afraid that I would really be broken, so they just took it." Hit the thin bamboo pole a few times!"

Damn, is it still afraid of breaking it?Isn't that broken?

"Just bear with it, why don't you go get some medicine?"

Many of the blisters on his hands have burst, and those places where the skin is broken and the flesh is exposed, it must be painful to touch hot things.

Han Muyu replied: "No, it will be fine soon. When you went to find me, I was picking up blisters with a needle. By the way, I didn't tell anyone about going home, so I told you. In the end, you temper……"

"What's wrong with my temper?" I glared at him, "You don't consider me a friend at all, and you don't tell me when you get hurt like this!"

I purposely opened my eyes wide and raised my chin, as if asking questions.He looked at me helplessly, his eyes flickered a few times, and without any warning or thought, he just smiled.The smile was very light, with just a slight bend in the corner of the mouth.It was amazing, it seemed that the air around him was rippled, and a green lotus suddenly appeared in the center of the ripples. When he turned to me with a smile, I almost saw thousands of lotus blooms in the sky. Heavy, blooming infinitely.

He said: "An Ran, even if I tell you that I was injured, the injury still hurts on my body, not a single hair will be lost! Why do you still think about it?"