Travels

A good meal was eaten in silence by the four of them.

The noodles were soft, the fried eggs were mushy, the green vegetables were tasteless and the fried pork was salty and spicy. The little girls barely moved their chopsticks and exchanged tacit glances with each other silently.

"I'm sorry, it's so unpalatable, it's hard for you." Xia Wanmu bravely broke the silence, and took the lead in putting down the bowl with more than half of the contents left, "Don't eat it, I still have a lot of snacks in my bag , let’s just make do with it at noon.”

Ji Mingzhao obviously had a relieved expression, he grabbed the chopsticks and pretended to stir a few more times before stopping.

"At least you can do better than me, sister Xia, don't be discouraged. You two have worked hard on cooking, so let me wash the dishes."

Xia Wanmu smiled at her politely, the eldest lady stuck out her tongue, and felt that her embarrassing boast was too far-fetched, so she honestly cleaned up the table and slipped away first.

Ye Qizhen on the other side of the table is still holding on, his fair face is tense, trying hard to hide the discomfort of his taste buds, he looks like a small animal, with a naive and cute look.She couldn't help but sneered, and leaned over to take away the noodle bowl, which was both bad in appearance and taste.

"Okay, don't eat it either. I'll take it."

The little girl stood still with her chopsticks, and swallowed the noodles with great difficulty, her brows were half-wrinkled, and she actually overcame human nature and wanted to snatch the bowl back from her hand.

After all, a dwarf is tall and a little younger, so she is definitely no match for the little girl if she really wants to interact.In desperation, she threw the contents of the bowl on the ground, and before she could yell out the sound of rhubarb, the old yellow dog who had been waiting under the table jumped out vigorously, facing the muddy man with lightning speed. Noodles are made.

"Ha." Lost in laughter for a moment, Xia Wanmu handed the empty bowl in his hand to the little apprentice with a complicated expression. Just as he was about to comfort him with a victor's attitude, the dog who was eating happily gave a slap Sneezing, spit out everything he ate like rewinding, and then slowly retreated back to the bottom of the table.

The two people standing looked at each other in blank dismay, very disheartened by the tragic ending of their joint efforts.

"I'll go get a broom."

Ye Qizhen glanced at the mess on the yellow mud floor, the smile on his face was more suppressed than crying.Xia Wanmu nodded, watched her walk out of the side door, lowered her head and looked depressedly at Rhubarb who was lying leisurely under the table.

"Can you eat it?"

After a long while, she turned her eyes sideways, and finally couldn't help asking the transparent person next to her who kept silent and bowed her head while eating noodles.

Yu Qingge swallowed the last piece of fried pork, stared at the noodles in the bowl, and said in a calm tone that didn't seem like he was praising: "It's not bad."

She picked up a ball of batter and ate it slowly, her posture was as elegant as dining in a western restaurant, her calm appearance made Xia Wanmu feel quite uncomfortable.

"It's not that I don't know what it tastes like. If you can't eat it, don't eat it." She rubbed the rhubarb's tail with her toes, her attitude was cold and awkward, "You don't even like dogs, so you don't have to comfort me like this."

"A little hungry."

Yu Qingge didn't even look at her, his attention seemed to be focused on the bowl from the beginning to the end, and he ate the noodles like a student who was taking the college entrance examination, so serious and focused.

This scene was a bit irritating, she held her chin and teased the dog under the table for a while, until Rhubarb got so annoyed that she walked around to the other side and lay quietly beside someone's lap.

"I'm going to go to the village with the two of them later. Xiao Ji has made an appointment to help the children in the village. Xiao Ye will take me to find something else to do. Do you want to go together?" A person's body, a dog's messy tail hair was exposed, she stared at the rough and dull yellow, and asked casually.

Yu Qingge stopped his chopsticks, his eyes remained fixed on the bowl for a long time, his side face looked a little tense, the corners of his eyes pulled down, he couldn't say he was happy, but he didn't look like he was going to be angry.

"No."

Xia Wanmu nodded solemnly.

"That's right. Since I'm not feeling well, I'm going to rest at home. Do I need to bring something back? I had some money left yesterday."

"No need, spend it yourself."

It was the first time I saw such a prickly attitude since the reunion. She moved her body and propped her forehead with her hands, and smiled silently through the cover of her palms, then adjusted her expression and replied flatly: "Well, okay then. .”

The dinner table fell into an embarrassing situation where there was nothing to talk about. The woman next to her with a condensed face did not move as if she had been frozen. The extremely low temperature caused the batter to lie quietly in the bowl, and the grease on the surface had already solidified. shape.She counted silently in her heart, and when she jumped to No. 30 seconds, she asked calmly:

"Are you still eating?"

The person next to him didn't answer, but put his chopsticks on the edge of the bowl to show his intention to stop.

"Didn't you say you're a little hungry? It doesn't look like you've eaten too much." She put together the only two bowls left on the table, as if asking casually, the corners of her mouth couldn't hold back her smile.Fortunately, someone never looked at her, otherwise he would have discovered the flaw long ago.

"I'm full."

The boring gourd cherishes words like gold, and is more silent than before.She pondered over this somewhat profound expression, and wasn't quite sure if she was thinking too much.

"Then go and rest, I'll wash the dishes."

She got up to collect the bowls and chopsticks, then ran to the kitchen to get a rag, and when she came back, she saw someone still sitting in a chair in a daze.

"Why don't you go? Have you thought of anything to bring?"

Yu Qingge finally raised his head and glanced at her, there was some inexplicable resentment in his eyes—something bad happened.She endured it very hard with a straight face, and felt that she might not be able to hold back and laugh outright at any time.After finally seeing the figure walking away slowly, she threw the dishcloth whose original color could not be seen on the table, and rested her hands on the swirling grain of the wooden surface to adjust her breathing.

Rhubarb came out from under the table and rubbed against her trousers for the first time, staring at her with eyes that were so bright that they could reflect shadows, looking quite pious.

"Come on, isn't it you who vomited after eating just now?" Xia Wanmu frowned and shook his hand at it, paused, as if thinking of something, smiled and cursed: "I know I just stared at people You're a good boy, but you refuse to eat it when it's delivered to your mouth, you're so awkward."

The laughter from the other side of the yard came from afar, blocked halfway by the tightly closed glass windows, and falling on the table in front of the window was so dull that it was unreal.Her hand holding the pen stopped on the paper, and she listened intently, but she could only hear a few vague words.

The content of the conversation has been dissipated in the drifting air, but the joyful atmosphere in the sentence penetrated the window lattice and passed into the ears without any barriers. The pain in her head was amplified by the involvement. Only then did he notice the limp black writing on the blank paper.

She likes leaflets.

She stared at the line, wondering when she wrote it.Those simple five words seemed to have magical powers, like the incarnation of nightmares in the dark night, breaking free from the paper and rushing towards her, strangling her throat and trying to suffocate her.

The gate of the yard was pulled open, and looking from the angle in front of the window, she could only see the edge connecting the wooden gate and the fence in her limited field of vision. She pressed down on the table and wanted to lean over to see clearly, but her hands couldn't use any strength, her legs Also limp and completely unable to stand up.

The door closed again.

The sound from the outside became farther and farther away, and could no longer be heard. The noise source was lost, and the room was quiet. The oxygen in the cold air was scarce, making it difficult for the people in it to breathe, almost out of breath.She threw away the pen, carefully covered the diary and put it in the drawer, took off her coat and lay down on the bed.

The quilt on the other side was cold, and she stretched out her left hand to lay it there, imagining that someone beside her would silently hold her up and hold her warmly patiently.

In the silence, she closed her eyes, lay quietly, counting her breath silently.There was no trace of sleepiness, and she had no intention of pursuing it deliberately. She was immersed in monotonous counting and emptied her brain-as long as she didn't think about anything, she would no longer be sad.

She was already very experienced in this matter, so she fell into a floating state of consciousness within a few breaths.I don't know how much time is in the chaos, but just when I touched the edge of the dream, the door slammed, and the sound of steady footsteps stopped beside the bed.

The sound of splashing water sounded very close, and she didn't realize that it was not a dream until the astonishing heat touched her face, she opened her eyes suddenly, and found that the person she was thinking of was bending over her at this moment, with the The hot towel stopped in the air, and there was still a little tenderness on the astonished face.

"You, you haven't slept?" Xia Wanmu clenched her hands, stuttering from nervousness.

She stared blankly at the familiar eyebrows and eyes on that beautiful face, and held her breath, fearing that the slightest movement would startle the phantom-like person away.

Xia Wanmu couldn't bear such eager and attached eyes, turned his head and coughed twice, two blushes couldn't help but appear on his cheeks: "Well, I think you are not feeling well, let them go first It was not until later that she realized that the business was important, she restrained her emotions and said seriously: "Do you have a headache? Wipe it with a hot towel and it will be better. I asked Xiaoye to bring some yogurt back. I don’t know if there is any for sale, so bear with it first Bear with it."

"Do you still have some honey water?" She wiped her face naturally, and after talking for a while, she realized that she had been speaking all the time, while the person on the bed pursed her lips and looked at her without blinking. The clear eyes are very similar to Da Huang's eyes just now, quietly reflecting her shadow.

She squeezed the towel tightly, ignoring the excessive warmth wrapped in her hands, and for a moment her heart was about to move, full of the desire to kiss those eyes.

"What are you looking at?" She complained in a low voice, covering her disturbing sight with a towel.

A hand stretched out from under the quilt and gently pinched her wrist.Yu Qingge sat up, tore off the towel and casually threw it on the bed, staring at her reddened hands with distressed eyes.

"No need to wipe." The thin woman lowered her eyes, holding her hand as carefully and gently as holding a cloud, "I'm fine."

She read a bit of worry and apprehension in the furrowed brows, and saw Yu Qingge raised his head in doubt, and the look in his eyes was full of struggle: "You..."

The pale lips hidden under the pink surface of the lip balm opened and closed slightly, but after uttering a word, there was no sound.She had a rough guess about the question that this person couldn't ask, and she didn't know for a while whether to pretend to be stupid or simply explain it, so as not to see a secretly aggrieved gourd every day.

——Obviously you can keep a secret from me for eight years, why can't I just tease you twice?

She sighed silently, thinking that enemies are easy to hide, and enemies are hard to guard against.

"I do not……"

I don't like leaflets.

"Mr. Xia, can you come out?" Just as she was about to admit defeat and confess, the window was knocked from the outside, and the director's voice sounded, which almost made her jump up, "something happened, you come to the right corner of the yard one time."

"Understood, right now." She hurriedly responded, driven by the extreme guilt caused by "sneaking love" under the eyes of the crowd, withdrew her hand and hurried to the door, hesitated for a long time before lowering her voice and saying awkwardly : "Wait for me, I'll talk about other things when I come back."

The person on the bed sat blankly, and waited for her to disappear behind the door before embracing himself in a somewhat disappointed manner, knocking his chin on his knee and giving a muffled hum.