only in this mountain

November [-]th, Lidong.

The weather was gloomy early in the morning, and Jiang He huddled under the blanket, unwilling to get up.The quilt he covered was replaced with a new one, which was freshly spun from this year's cotton. It was thick and soft, and one could smell the strong summer sun if one buried it in it.

Don't ask him where he got the quilt, the slap in the face doesn't feel good.

Not only that, he also got new cushions and pillows, and even Er Fool's kennel has been upgraded by more than one level.

Struggling to get up at ten o'clock, lazily finished washing and cooking a bowl of noodles, Huahua forgot the time for a while, and by the time he realized it, he was already late for class.

There are not many students in Nanxing Primary School, and there is only one class for each age group. The largest number is the first grade, and there are only [-] students. Therefore, he took all the students from the beginning, and did not start with two or three children. .He is going to teach a third grader today, and he is still as nervous as when he was going to school for the first time.

The third-grade students are a little older than the first- and second-grade children, and they have more opinions. They already know that most of the time the teacher just talks and doesn't really mean it, so there are a few children who like to do their own things in class.It was 05:30 when I came out of school after class. The sky was not gloomy but dark. I talked too much in class, so my physical strength was only a little bit, and I didn’t eat at noon. The whole person was blown by the wind As if about to fall.

As soon as he went back, the second idiot also kept walking around him because he was hungry. He poured a bowl of dog food for the second idiot, opened a pack of dog biscuits, and fed the second idiot while smelling the smell of dog biscuits. It was very fragrant, and I couldn't help stuffing a few pieces into my mouth.

The second idiot quit, and threw his paws on Jiang He, trying to take out his biscuits.Jiang He thought it was fun, so he simply teased the second idiot, and threw the biscuit in the air for the second idiot to pick it up by himself. After several failed attempts, the second idiot yelled at Jiang He: "Bad two-legged monster! Waste is shameful! "After picking up the biscuits on the ground and eating them, he ignored Jiang He's calls.

"I made dumplings today, come to my house for dinner." Zhang Huai sent a text message. After thinking for a long time, he finally succumbed to the dumplings he hadn't eaten for a long time.

The second idiot made up his mind to ignore Jiang He, no matter how Jiang He coaxed him, he would not move his nest, and finally Jiang He had to go out alone.

The weather is cold and gloomy today. In class, I only wore a thin sweater and a slim woolen jacket for the sake of image. In order to avoid the freezing river, I put on a T-shirt and a shirt inside the sweater before going out. I folded it halfway. When he went back, he changed his coat into a fleece sweater with a hood. He still felt chilly when walking on the road. He put the hat on his head and put his hands in his pockets, shrinking his head like an elderly person.

It was completely dark after six o'clock, and there were no street lights in the village, only the dim light from the villagers' homes.Jiang He was humming a song in a low voice when he suddenly poured a pot of hot water from a yard and poured it all on him.

Immediately, Jiang He exploded, screaming and jumping only to see how wet his clothes were, but his voice attracted another person in the room, instead of feeling sorry for the situation in front of him, he blamed him instead : "You don't have eyes when you walk!"

Jiang He was still wondering who would be able to discriminate between right and wrong like this, and he couldn't help frowning when he saw the faces of the two people clearly with the faint light.He had met these two people once, the one who splashed water on him was the boy who threw the second idiot into the river and threw a hedgehog at him, and the one who came to blame him for walking carelessly was the one who wanted to beat him at Zhang Huai's house Zhang Erbai.

It's really not that friends don't get together, Zhang Erbo must have recognized him, so he scolded him for not having eyes.

"Be reasonable, okay? It's obvious that he splashed water on me, so it's fine if you don't say sorry. Why do you still blame me?"

"You are a ghost, the road is so wide and you insist on walking in front of my house. Your eyes grow to the back of your head and you don't look at the road. Are you trying to scare someone to death by crying ghosts and howling wolves at night?"

"you……"

"What are you, why don't you get out of here quickly! You want me to slap you twice!"

Zhang Erbai made a gesture to take a step forward and raised his hand, Jiang He stepped back impatiently and fell to the ground without grasping his center of gravity.Zhang Erbai laughed loudly, while the young man watched all this with cold eyes.

"Jiang He." Jiang He got up from the ground and saw a figure approaching not far away. He didn't need to look carefully to know that it was Zhang Huai. It should be because he never went to his house to look for him. "What happened? Did they bully you?"

"Don't put a high hat on me, I can't afford it, obviously he didn't look at the road and fell." Zhang Erbai preemptively said, imitating Jiang He's tone, almost choking his throat, his voice was already rough, Such deliberate imitation is more of a humiliation and ridicule.

I used to always feel that some human relationships are disgusting. People who call themselves brothers and sisters face to face can be intrigued behind the scenes. Most people wear a thick mask, and they don’t know their true inner thoughts from their expressions and words. Well, now that he is really facing this situation, he doesn't know how to deal with it at all.

"It's getting dark early, and it's normal that you can't see the road clearly. It will be good to install street lights in the village after a while."

Zhang Erbai sneered: "The people in the village are used to living in the dark. I'm afraid you installed street lights just to make your eyes blind, right? Others have two eyes that are fine, but this one is blind in four eyes. I think it's useless to pretend."

"Second Uncle Zhang, is Jiang He blind? I think you can see if you have eyes. You know better than me what happened just now. The street lights are not for personal use, and I won't charge you a penny. Just don't worry. " Zhang Huai's low tone was always gentle and gentle, not aggressive, but not inferior, Zhang Erbai, who was obviously very imposing, actually looked so half a little shorter in front of his straight back.

The two turned around and walked not far away when they heard the sound of throwing a basin behind them, and Zhang Erbai yelling: "You bastard, you are only causing trouble for me!"

Jiang He looked back, but saw nothing.

"Zhang Huai, I'm sorry." Jiang He lowered his head, feeling ashamed and annoyed at the same time. If he had gone out earlier, he might not have encountered such a thing.

"Why do you say sorry?"

"He will..."

"It's okay. Was it Ozawa just now? Did he splash water on you?"

"Ozawa? Is that Zhang Yuze? I heard that he hasn't spoken since that incident. How was his personality before?" The rumors in the village more or less spread to his ears. He knew that Zhang Yuze He was the son of the dead Zhang Daming, but he never thought he would be such a boy.

"Maybe both Uncle Zhang and Madam are not in good health. Xiao Ze was very sensible and quiet when he was very young. He didn't talk much at first. Uncle Zhang's death hit him too hard."

"Did he change his temperament because of being stimulated? I don't know if he did it on purpose this time, but he was the one who hurt the second idiot by throwing the hedgehog last time. He also threw the second idiot into the river...why didn't he go Go to school, haven't you had a holiday yet?"

"After Uncle Zhang died, he didn't go to school anymore. It seemed that a teacher from the school came to him before, but he himself didn't want to go back to school."

"Maybe it's because you don't want to face the reality. Well, speaking of this, didn't you say that there will be a special investigation team to find out the truth about Zhang Daming's death? What's the result?"

"The investigator came, but left immediately, and the result is still under investigation."

"Oh."

Autumn passed quietly and winter ushered in. Some things happened, and some things were happening without him knowing.To this village, he is a foreigner, but to him, this place is not his hometown. There are various dramas happening in this world all the time. He holds the remote control and only keeps his side quiet. I don’t know if this is good or not.

After arriving at the bright place of Zhang Huai's house, Zhang Huai found that Jiang He's trousers were completely wet from thigh to bottom, and even his sweater was a little wet. Zhang Yuze's basin of water must not have been splashed unnoticed.It was hot water when it was first poured over, but now it was icy cold by the wind, and Jiang He's lips were black and blue from the cold, and he couldn't stop trembling.

"Warm up with hot water first, and I'll find two clothes for you to change into." Zhang Huai pushed Jiang He into his room, and brought a basin of hot water in.When he was looking for clothes from the closet, Jiang He had already taken off his trousers to soak his feet, and shook off the quilt to cover himself.Looking back, Zhang Huai saw a ball of quilt with only half of his calf exposed outside, and couldn't help but smile slightly, "I put the clothes next to you, come out to eat quickly after you put them on."

Jiang He's voice was muffled: "There are still shoes."

"It's big." After all, the difference in height was there. In fact, Zhang Huai was stronger than he looked, and his pants didn't fit well on Jiang He.Jiang He held the waist of his trousers in one hand and the legs of the trousers in the other. The bottom had been rolled up a bit, but it was still too long for him.And Zhang Huai didn't know what was going on, so he brought him a pair of pink and white slippers with rabbit ears, which probably belonged to his sister.

"You can make do with your clothes first. Put your clothes on the stove and bake them. You can do them tomorrow morning." It was Zhang Yunyuan who answered him. He was peeling garlic for Grandpa Zhang. He looked up at him, showing a look of disgust or criticism. expression.

Zhang Huai came out with the seasoning and plates, and asked Jiang He, "Aren't you going to put anything?"

I'm used to light food, but it doesn't mean I only like light food. Jiang He said while trying to do it himself: "I want vinegar and chili."

Grandpa Zhang took a sip of wine and ate a piece of garlic, and looked at him cheerfully, "Don't you want to add some garlic?" Jiang He glanced at Zhang Yunyuan, and shook his head weakly.

"Ah? There are shiitake mushrooms..." Zhang Yunyuan and his noodle hands are strong, the dumpling skins are very chewy, and the dumplings don't fall apart even after taking a bite. You can see the red, green and green inside. Jiang He just ate a few It feels very good, but this time I bit into half of it and found that there are more shiitake mushrooms in it. He has never liked this since he was a child.

"I didn't know you don't eat shiitake mushrooms." Zhang Huai chopped the stuffing. He prepared three kinds of stuffing, including carrot and lotus root, cabbage and pork, and shiitake mushroom and celery. Basically, they were all mixed in according to Zhang Yunyuan's previous style. At the same time, he thought about Jiang He's preferences, but he never thought that he was picky about food.

"Give it to me." Zhang Huai pushed the bowl over and asked Jiang He to give him the mushroom dumplings.With a twitch of his brain, Jiang He put the half-bitten ones into his bowl, and when he realized that he didn't know what to do, Zhang Huai didn't change his face, and took all the dumplings that looked like mushrooms in his bowl.Jiang He's face was flushed red and his whole body was dry and hot. He secretly looked at Zhang Huai's bowl where there was not even a single dumpling wrapper left.

As the saying goes, if there is one, there are two. There will always be fish that slip through the net when cooked in one pot. He is the only person on the dinner table with seven or eight dumplings left in the bowl. "There are mushrooms..."

Zhang Yunyuan stared: "Would it hurt your stomach or die if you eat it?"

In the past, when he threw the dishes he didn’t like on the ground at home, his father would also scold him like that. Occasionally, his mother would tell your father to eat them, and he would eat them under the staring eyes of his father. Throw the dish into his bowl.Now there is no mother to help, and he can't eat anymore, he might really vomit if he forced it.

But Zhang Huai had already discovered that something was wrong with him. He didn't just take away the dumplings from Jiang He's bowl, but also gave him the dumplings from his own bowl. Maybe he was in a hurry to eat, and he was full after eating half of the bowl.Seeing him looking like he was being tortured, Zhang Huai called out to relieve him: "It's fine if you can't eat it, don't hold on."

"I'm not full yet, give it to me." Grandpa Zhang, who had been drinking, beckoned Jiang He to give him the bowl. Jiang He was a little embarrassed at first, but the old man moved the bowl across most of the table, "I said Yuan, did you mix all the fillings together later?"

Now Zhang Yunyuan felt embarrassed, didn't dare to look at his son's expression, and pretended to be tough, "It's the last bit left, if you mix it up, you can pack a few more, or else you'll throw it all away?"

"You child, you always do things rough and careless. You are such a big man. Zhang Huai will dig out and wash your socks for you. I told you several times before the temperature dropped. I told you to bring a few more bundles of grass back. You have to wait for the grass to run out. The pig was screaming from the cold, if you don’t let Zhang Huai do it yourself, you’d better be kind to Xiaohe..."

Even though Zhang Yunyuan is over 50 years old, he has to bow his head when being reprimanded by his father, but he has always been stubborn. To put it bluntly, he is a dead duck with a stubborn mouth. Everyone is like him, don't eat this, don't eat that..."

Grandpa Zhang almost choked, shook his head and sighed: "You, it's also thanks to Xiu Zhi that she can bear you, Zhang Liu and Zhang Huai have followed Xiu Zhi's temperament, Xiao Liu... well, this is fate."

Zhang Yunyuan didn't like to hear him say these things, his face changed: "Okay, I understand, just pay attention next time."

Perhaps it was because Jiang He got angry in front of his father, Zhang Yunyuan looked at Jiang He as a bit of an eyesore no matter what, seeing him standing by the stove as if sitting on pins and needles, he couldn't help but sarcastically said: "You have nails growing in your ass?"

Jiang He blinked in surprise: "No."

A big man always pretends to be innocent with an immature face, no matter whether it is intentional or not, it annoys Zhang Yunyuan: "If you can't sit still, go to Zhang Huai's room and watch the computer."

The weather forecast was playing on TV, Grandpa Zhang was still waiting to announce the city's weather, Zhang Huai was cleaning up in the kitchen, Jiang He looked around the house, got up and said, "I'd better go back first."

Before Zhang Yunyuan could speak, Grandpa Zhang turned his head and said, "Xiaohe, your clothes can only be dried tomorrow morning. It's so cold, why do you go back? You can stay here. I'll go back to sleep after the weather forecast is over. You can do whatever you want on the TV." look."

The words of refusal were still on his lips, and Zhang Huai came to him with a bowl to get the key: "I'll go and see the second idiot, there is a hand warmer in the kitchen, you can take it to my room later."

The charcoal in the stove has not yet been burned, and a little red fire shines through the cracks, but it can already warm a lonely heart in the cold winter.

Jiang He's mood suddenly fell, and he thought a lot for a while.

The period from birth to remembering things is too vague and negligible. After remembering things, at an age when I don’t understand anything, I wore my sister’s skirt, shaved my head, and was called a dumpy. I ran to the river to take a bath at noon in summer with my friends. Catch fish at night and go to the ditch to catch lobsters without sleeping, quarreled with second sister and third sister, was beaten by his mother, was beaten by his father, was threatened to go to the mountains to herd sheep if he didn't study hard... It seemed that in the blink of an eye, he grown up.

In this blink of an eye, his parents experienced countless quarrels, the eldest sister got married after working and had a family and children, the second sister was kissed countless times, and the third sister finally passed the exam after crying In the school I like, everyone is living for their own lives. There are fewer days to get together, and fewer opportunities to talk. It seems that even the care that was not obvious at first seems to be even weaker.

His dad never called him. Occasionally, when he called back, his dad answered the phone and called his mother. In most cases, he said his mother listened, and his mother would not take the initiative to ask him what he ate today. How about it, I don't ask him how he gets along with his classmates and whether his studies are difficult, and then he hangs up the phone in a hurry because of cooking or other housework.

The only thing he thinks he is luckier than the children in their village is that his parents didn't kill his hobbies because of his family's economic conditions, but that's all, he still dare not spend a whole day painting at home.

There are many classmates in high school and college, but there are not many friends. In S City, he doesn’t even have any good colleagues. He has been alone for more than two years, except for Zhang Yunde who often interacts with him on Weibo. , he often stays at home all weekend without saying a word to anyone.

Sometimes he has almost forgotten how to get along and communicate with people normally. He is afraid of facing the crowd and everything that is about to happen. He becomes more and more closed and feels that life is a stagnant water that cannot be disturbed. One reason for the severity of the disease.

The little hope left in his heart expanded a little bit when he was invited by Zhang Yunde, but after arriving here, he shrank back after facing the still cruel reality here. Is life tossing him to death or is he exhausting his life so much that he is willing to let him go? Little things make him so moved that he can't help himself.

Live without passion, just because of lack of attention and love.

"Your grandfather's lungs are bad when it's cold, and he coughs easily at night. You can't sleep well, and it's not convenient to squeeze your grandfather to turn over. Tonight you will sleep in the same room as Xiaohe."

Zhang Yunyuan's voice came from outside the room, it must be Zhang Huai who came back.

"I don't care who you are willing to treat well. You should see clearly how others treat you. Don't be the same as before."

Zhang Huai didn't answer, and Zhang Yunyuan said again: "I'm not the kind of person who would take pleasure in seeing other people's displeasure, especially my own son."

"Dad, the past has nothing to do with you, you don't have to blame yourself."

"You always say that it's none of other people's business, and you take care of all the problems by yourself. It's no wonder your grandpa keeps saying that I don't care enough about you, but you have to give me a chance."

"I am very satisfied with my life now, and I don't feel that it is difficult. If I can't, I will say it."

"...If only your mother was still here, alas!"