Become the white moonlight of the attack

There is nothing special about the morning of New Year's Eve and the past days. The cool air is filled with the faint scent of roses, permeating the bedroom.

Jiang Zhuo opened his eyes and pushed away Fu Shixin who was pressing on him. He got out of bed and found a heavy sweater in the closet. He curled up slightly and put the sweater on. Fu Shixin's slightly low voice came from behind him.

"when to go?"

Jiang Zhuo paused for a while, ignoring Fu Shixin's gaze on him, continued to pick up his trousers and put them on, and said lazily, "Now."

Perhaps it was because of the cold wind blowing outside for too long yesterday, Jiang Zhuo spoke with a heavy nasal voice, Fu Shixin got out of bed quickly and grabbed his wrist.

"Are you sick?"

Compared with Fu Shixin's nervousness, Jiang Zhuo was much calmer.

"It's okay, maybe I have a cold."

Jiang Zhuo shook off Fu Shixin's hand and walked towards the bathroom.

When Jiang Zhuo came out of the bathroom, Fu Shixin was already dressed and sitting by the bed waiting for him.

"I decided to send you there."

"No, I'll be back tomorrow."

Seeing Jiang Zhuo's insistence, Fu Shixin suddenly felt sullen in his heart. To put it bluntly, Jiang Zhuo didn't want him to be involved in his past. He wanted to catch his theory, but thinking about what happened yesterday, he gave up again.

"Okay, remember to call me when you get back."

"Yeah." Jiang Zhuo put on his down jacket, put on his phone, closed the door and left.

Jiang Zhuo came out of the house, instead of driving, he took the bus to the passenger station.

He really had a cold, his mind was not clear, and he felt a little sleepy after getting on the bus.

Get off the bus and come to the passenger station.

As the Spring Festival approached, the passenger station was crowded with people, and there was a long queue at the ticket office. Jiang Zhuo walked to the automatic ticket machine and took the bus ticket he had booked in advance.

It was only an hour and a half from the imperial capital to Jiang Zhuo's hometown. After he got on the bus, he leaned against the window and fell asleep in a daze.

Jiang Zhuo was woken up by the conductor, a middle-aged man who told him that he had arrived at the station with a big grin.

Jiang Zhuo took off his glasses and rubbed between his brows, looking out the window, he was indeed in his hometown, a very remote village.

"Thank you." Jiang Zhuo put on his glasses and got out of the car.

Since his grandma passed away, he only came back every year on Qingming Festival and Spring Festival.

He bought some fruits, ingredients for making dumplings, and the indispensable Spring Festival couplets at the small supermarket opposite the station with ease. It has not been three years since his grandma passed away, so he had no way to post red Spring Festival couplets. A sheet of yellow paper, ink and a brush.

After choosing things and going to checkout, Aunt Li from the supermarket greeted Jiang Zhuo kindly, "Zhuo Zhuo is back."

"Hey, come back for the New Year." Jiang Zhuo rarely smiled.

Their village is very remote, but they all know the neighbors in the village. Even though Jiang Zhuo only comes back once or twice a year, it is still a familiar feeling to come back here.

Aunt Li runs a shop at home, she is enthusiastic and shrewd, and her ability to read people is also one of the best in the village, so she knows what to say and what not to say, Jiang Zhuo likes to deal with this kind of people, and some things are up to each other well.

Auntie chatted enthusiastically with him. People always like to talk about the past when they are old. In this village, Jiang Zhuo can’t avoid Zhao Ran’s family. Auntie stopped suddenly while chatting, and looked at Jiang Zhuo strangely. glance.

"Auntie, what's the matter?"

"No, no, I just suddenly realized that my family hasn't bought firecrackers yet, hehe...do you like it? I can bring some for you."

Jiang Zhuo glanced at the firecrackers on the shelf behind his aunt, and just smiled, "No need, I'm afraid of noise, I'm leaving first, aunt, I want to see grandma."

"Hey, good."

Jiang Zhuo's hometown is like an ordinary village. All the laborers in the family go out to work, leaving only women and children. They only come back during the Spring Festival of the year, so this is the most lively time in the village.

Jiang Zhuo came out of the supermarket and walked along the cement road outside the village. When his grandmother was still there, the village raised funds to build the road, but after the road was repaired, his grandmother never walked it again.

Jiang Zhuo's home is at the end of the village, and it took only 10 to [-] minutes to walk from the station to his home. While walking, he met many familiar people.

Most of the time, he chatted with everyone and then left. Even if he met people of the same age, he just nodded.

Jiang Zhuo was not very gregarious since he was a child. If Zhao Ran hadn't taken him with him, he would hardly have socialized with others. Later, when Feng Wenke came, he slowly learned to get along with everyone.

The highest school in the village is junior high school. After graduating from junior high school, most of the children in the village go out to work. When Jiang Zhuo was admitted to the county high school, he wanted to drop out of school and work while taking care of his grandmother, but his grandmother resolutely sent him to the county. In high school, Jiang Zhuo was also very competitive, and three years later he was admitted to Beijing University, which everyone envied.

Jiang Zhuo, who left the village, had no common language with his peers in the village. Of course, those people would not really go to greet Jiang Zhuo, after all, Jiang Zhuo was the outlier in their eyes.

Because it was New Year's Eve, every household posted Spring Festival couplets, and many little dolls gathered together to set off firecrackers.

When Jiang Zhuo came to the door, Aunt Zhang next door was an old man over [-] years old. Seeing Jiang Zhuo coming back, she went out to greet Jiang Zhuo happily.

"I counted the days and estimated that you would come back."

Aunt Zhang is a warm-hearted person, and her son is also very promising, working in other places to earn money and marry a wife. The son wants to take her to live in the city, but she is reluctant to leave because she misses the old man who died.

Jiang Zhuo was very kind when he saw Aunt Zhang. He used to eat at her house a lot when he was a child.

"Well, I'm back."

"How long do you plan to stay this time?"

"I'll be back tomorrow."

Aunt Zhang was obviously very disappointed, "Hey, yes, there is nothing to live here because it is empty, have you eaten yet? I just made dumplings, and my son Yueyue is bringing his wife over at noon, so you have dinner with us."

Aunt Zhang didn't ask him, but told him to come to his house for dinner at noon.

"No, I want to make some dumplings by myself and send them to grandma." While talking, Jiang Zhuo picked up the ingredients he bought and showed Aunt Zhang.

"You child." Aunt Zhang felt sorry for him, "Okay, you wait for me to find you a new bedding, the ones in your house can't sleep."

Said Mrs. Zhang was about to enter the house to move things, Jiang Zhuo hurriedly stopped her.

"No trouble, it's still early, I'll just sunbathe."

Jiang Zhuo didn't want to bother her too much, but in Aunt Zhang's eyes, she watched him grow up, "My good boy, I know you are suffering, Auntie loves you dearly, you can dry the quilt and mattress, and I will give you the sheets Find a new one, and you don't have to say no."

"Okay." Jiang Zhuo had mist in his eyes, so he had no choice but to agree.

Aunt Zhang went home to look for things, Jiang Zhuo took out the key and opened the door of the house. Jiang Zhuo's house was a one-story brick house with a simple courtyard surrounded by cement bricks.

Pushing open the door, memories came back in an instant, Jiang Zhuo's heart became more and more depressed. He put the things he bought in the yard first, found a stainless steel basin to wash it, and then covered it with the ingredients, and put it on the basin again. Press a big rock.

This is done to prevent greedy cats and jackals nearby from stealing food.

He found a big broom, and simply swept the yard. There were no trees in the yard, and it was full of land, so it was quick to clean.

After cleaning the ground, Jiang Zhuo went back to the house and found all the quilts. He seldom came back. Fortunately, the weather in the north was dry and cold, and the quilts in the box did not have much musty smell.

Jiang Zhuo wiped the clothesline in the yard. Before the quilt was hung up, Aunt Zhang had already brought a clean quilt over.

"Ma'am." Jiang Zhuo rushed to meet him. Because of his age, the old man had trouble walking, and he was panting after just a few steps.

"Hey, don't expose yourself to the sun, even if you cover it up, it won't be comfortable."

Jiang Zhuo had no choice but to follow Aunt Zhang's wishes, took away the bedding, and led the people to the main room.

Mrs. Zhang took a look at the room and sighed, "Okay, you should be busy, I have to go back and prepare the meal. If you don't want to do it, you can go to my place to eat. This is a matter of extra chopsticks."

"Hey, good." Jiang Zhuo responded with a smile.

"It's okay, just fool me, okay, I'm leaving." Jiang Zhuo helped Aunt Zhang to send him out, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After the bed was made, Jiang Zhuo started to make dumplings. The kitchen was useless for half a year, and everything had to be repainted.

The dumpling stuffing is chopped, the dough is ready, and it is already two hours after the dumplings are wrapped.

Jiang Zhuo simply made [-] dumplings, boiled them in boiling water, put away the rest, put them in a lunch box in the dumpling room, took fruit, and prepared to go to the cemetery.

After grandma died, Jiang Zhuo's original intention was to bury grandma in the Imperial Cemetery, but Mrs. Zhang said something when she came to see him, saying that it is better for people to return to their roots.

He thought about his grandma's life, so he followed Aunt Zhang's wishes and buried her in his hometown.

There is no cemetery in their village, and all the people are buried in their own fields.

Jiang Zhuo's house is small but far away. He borrowed a bicycle from Aunt Zhang and went to visit grandma with dumplings and fruits.

Because it was New Year's Eve, there were very few people who went to work in the field, and they could only look at the figures of a few people. Jiang Zhuo rode a bicycle and walked along the road with a heavy heart. When he was approaching his home field, he saw A car was parked on the side of the road, the car he had never seen before.

Looking into the ground again, I could vaguely see a figure on the grandma's grave.

Jiang Zhuo wondered, who would come over at this time?

He put his bicycle on the side of the road, picked up his things and walked quickly. When he could clearly see the back of his grandmother kneeling in front of the grave, Jiang Zhuo was furious, and he ran to the man.

"What are you doing here!"

Jiang Zhuo kept a cold face, suppressing the anger in his heart, but was shocked by the bruise on the man's face.

Zhao Ran's skin is very fair, his face is small, and his voice is very soft. He has loved beauty since he was a child, especially for his face. If someone touches his face, or if there is a pimple on his face, he will be nervous for a long time .Jiang Zhuo also once made a joke about Zhao Ran, saying that he had the wrong birth and should have cast a girl.

Who would have thought that Jiang Zhuo hated this face the most.

But it was just such a face that disgusted him, with some bruises that made people feel lingering.

"Your face?" Jiang Zhuo subconsciously asked.

There were bruises everywhere on Zhao Ran's face, and there were still dried blood stains at the corner of his mouth. The old and new wounds didn't look like they were just caused.

"Zhuo..." Zhao Ran had a pitiful face, tears were streaming from the corners of his eyes, and the tears slid across the wound felt a little painful, and he couldn't help gasping.

"How did you get the wound?" Jiang Zhuo asked again with a cold face.

Zhao Ran bit his lips shamelessly. The clothes on his body were very loose, and the bruises on his neck could be seen faintly. He raised his hand and tugged on the collar, but did not tell Jiang Zhuo the truth, "something happened, someone beat me of."

Jiang Zhuo snorted coldly, without any sympathy, "In this case, you'd better not disturb grandma."

Jiang Zhuo knelt down and put the dumplings and fruits he brought over in front of grandma's tombstone.

Turning to the people behind him, he said, "It's nothing, please leave."

Zhao Ran was afraid of offending Jiang Zhuo, so he obediently responded, "Zhuo, can we chat if we have time?"

"No, don't bother grandma in the future, I think she doesn't want to see her enemy who hurt her cry in front of her."

Zhao Ran's tears of grievance welled up in his eyes, Jiang Zhuo ignored him, kicked away the flowers that Zhao Ran put in front of his grandmother's grave, and squatted in front of the grave to talk to his grandmother.

Zhao Ran knew it was useless, so he could only leave first.

Jiang Zhuo shed tears at the photo of grandma after Zhao Ran left.

"Grandma, look, even when he apologizes, he's trying to follow suit without any sincerity. Do you blame me for hating him?"