salt by salt

The summer in the mountains is leisurely and long.

As the sun moved westward, the heat on the ground gradually dissipated.The location here is excellent. I don't know whether it is warm in winter or not, but I have personally experienced the coolness in summer, and sometimes even need to cover a thin quilt at night.

There are wisps of mountain wind blowing in the corridor, I hold the spine of the book in one hand, and hold the cattail fan in the other hand, fanning myself from time to time.The cattail fan is made by the villagers themselves. It is extremely solid, and it feels cool to the face when it is lightly shaken, so I can't put it down.

Of course, others will not treat me well for no reason, and I have also been honored by Song Cheng.

He has a gentle personality and is good at communicating with people, so he got acquainted with several villagers who often went to the mountains to collect mountain goods.The local people are simple and simple. When I met him on the road, he greeted him very kindly, and he was also very warm to my "cousin".

Mr. Huang joked that we have only been living here for two months, and we have achieved what he could not do in two years.

In addition, most of the villages are illiterate left-behind elderly people. Song Cheng passes by the village when exercising every day, and he will help if he can help.So far, I've seen him fix TV signals, nail fences, write notes, and once team up with a grandma to catch a runaway goose.

At that time my leg recovered a lot, at least it didn't hurt anymore.The doctor called by Song Cheng prescribed painkillers and advised me to move around instead of lying or sitting all day long, so we had an extra schedule of going out for a walk after dinner.

As a result, on the way down the mountain for a walk, the two of us were caught by an old man who asked us to besiege her geese.

I bit the bullet and participated in this chase. Although it didn't work, the experience was thrilling.It's all because when we were chatting before, I heard from Mr. Huang that there is a big snow-white goose in the village, who is a well-deserved village tyrant. Last time when he passed by, he was chased all the way, and two green marks were scratched on his calf.

Since he described this experience vividly and emphasized the cleverness and vindictiveness of the goose, I held the gesture of intercepting with outstretched arms while thinking: If the goose turns around and sprints in my direction, should I run away?But what if the goose cannot run?

Fortunately, in the end, the grandmother quickly reached out and strangled the goose's neck with a flexible movement that did not match her gray hair, interrupting my wild thoughts of being chased by the goose.

Watching her walk away carrying the big goose, the two of us looked at each other and found the blankness in each other's eyes.

I asked Song Cheng, "You are amazing, you know how to catch geese?"

He was silent for a moment, and said: "Actually, I don't know how to do it." Then he said: "But now I have learned."

I couldn't help laughing.

Later, when the grandma saw Song Cheng again, she forced him two handmade palm-leaf fans that she made herself, saying that it was the best for fanning in summer, and one of them is now in my hands.

There was a noise in the front yard, I put down my book and went out, and it was indeed Song Cheng who opened the fence and came back.

He put down the plastic bucket he was carrying, and there was a sound of splashing water. I looked up and said, "Hey, there are so many fish!"

"How can there be many, only four. These few can still be seen, the slightly smaller ones are going to be fed to the cat by Brother Huang, and the smaller ones - I just let them go."

The sun was a little weaker than before, but Song Cheng still had a layer of sweat on his forehead.He took the cattail fan from my hand and slapped it vigorously a few times: "However, no matter how Brother Huang persuades me, I won't go next time."

"Why?" I wondered, "If you can't sit still in the fishing test, with your patience, it shouldn't be annoying, right?"

He pointed to the other side with the cattail fan, and rolled up his sleeves to reveal his strong arms and a few red envelopes on them: "There are many mosquitoes by the river, and the clothes can't stop them. And Brother Huang is too good at chatting, and he can't calm down for a minute. Fish They haven't taken the bait yet, they were all scared away."

I chuckled: "The family doesn't expect your fish to cook, and it doesn't matter if you can't catch it."

"But I don't have a sense of accomplishment! Unless you're with me, I'll concentrate on fishing, so you pull him away." Song Cheng held the cattail fan and fanned me for a while, "How do I eat it? Steamed or braised?"

I thought about it: "It's hot, I can't eat, and I want to drink some soup, it's better to make tofu and fish soup. Don't do it, let me cook. I have made this dish several times, and I will try it tonight." craft."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." He rubbed my head and returned the fan to me, "Go back to the house first, I'll clean up the fish."

A week later, Mr. Huang really came to invite Song Cheng to go fishing again.

Song Cheng was not there, so he changed his mind and wanted to take me with him, and described the joy of fishing.I shouldn't say that, I got up and asked him: "Brother Huang, is it hot? I cooked mung bean paste yesterday morning to make popsicles. It should be ready by now. How about one?"

Mr. Huang said cheerfully: "Come on!" He kept saying, "It's been so hot these days. Fortunately, we live in the mountains and you have a tree blocking it. Unlike my house, the ground is scorching hot. Slippers burn your feet."

"It will be fine in the evening. We have done a lot, and the two of us can't finish it. You can take some back."

He exaggeratedly declined: "Oh, what's the point of this? Every time I come back, I come back with a full load, and I seem to come to you to buy goods."

"Eat stuff, it's not worth much, and besides, we went to Huang Ge's field to pick corn the day before yesterday." I went into the house and gave him a popsicle, "Try it and see if it tastes good."

He took a bite of the popsicle and immediately raised his thumb: "Jun Yan, this taste is amazing! It's better than the ones bought outside. How do you do it? Forget it, you don't need to say it, it's useless to say it, I can't do it , will only eat."

I responded with a smile, and he asked, "Why haven't I seen Xiao Duan in the past two days? He went up to the mountains to collect scenery again? He is really dedicated, and he doesn't mind being bitten by bugs."

"He went to the town to order a new recliner." I said, "The one in the bedroom is old. He took a nap on it yesterday afternoon. He was sleeping soundly, and the chair collapsed halfway. Fortunately, he was fine, but there was a loud bang. Noisy, I almost freaked out when I was outside."

The original owner of this house left a lot of wooden furniture, and the overall style matches the small courtyard surrounded by mountains and rivers.After Song Cheng and I moved in, we thought it was both beautiful and practical, so we simply left these things behind.

Unexpectedly, there was a reclining chair that was not used, it was also Song Cheng's back, and he didn't go to bed at noon, so he chose it to rest.

Mr. Huang laughed for a long time, and said again: "Where is the bad chair? I can do some carpentry work, let me see if I can fix it, so as not to waste money."

I don't care about the price of a chair, but seeing his eagerness to try it, I don't want to be disappointed, so the two of them worked together to move the bad recliner to the middle of the yard.

When Mr. Huang squatted down to study carefully, I was holding the toolbox beside me, but my mind was not on it.

Song Cheng's energy is far greater than mine, and he almost always maintains a state of vigour, rarely taking a nap.But he seemed to have something on his mind these days. He tossed and turned at night and couldn't fall asleep. He got up quietly and left the bedroom several times, and didn't go back to the room until dawn.

I was a light sleeper, so I was aware of him getting out of bed, and even vaguely heard him calling outside, not knowing what he was up to.

How could his spirit be better if he was so sleepless.Even when he was cutting vegetables, he was so absent-minded that he almost hurt himself.I couldn't bear it anymore, and finally coaxed people to take a lunch break, and ended up making such a fuss.

Mr. Huang's chair was not finished, and Song Cheng's car had driven along the mountain road not far outside the courtyard.

I heard the voice and went out of the yard to meet him: "You're back?"

"Yeah." When he got out of the car, his face was a little ugly, and when he saw me, he became more gentle, "I didn't buy any matching furniture in the bedroom."

I said, "Don't worry, the big deal is to have it made to order."

He nodded and looked at me again, as if he hesitated to speak.I pretended not to pay attention, and said, "Brother Huang is repairing the old one. He said it's not a big problem, and it can be fixed with a little effort. I made some fillings, and we'll make dumplings at noon."

Song Cheng didn't say anything more, and returned to his usual gentle and calm expression: "Yes. Pack more, and let Brother Huang have lunch."

I glanced at him: "I'm not a fool! I still need you to teach me this kind of worldly wisdom."

He just smiled, his brows and eyes curved: "Well, my Junyan is really smart."

Discordant interludes are gently uncovered.

All impending misfortune has its omens.

For example, a party that should not be attended, an unintentional misunderstanding, a bottle of sleeping pills locked deep in a drawer.

Another example is a failed lawsuit.

Lu Changbai appealed.

That night Song Cheng put his arms around me, and we both leaned on the bedside to watch the show, talking a few words from time to time.Being together day and night, it is impossible for me not to notice his gloomy mood, just waiting nonchalantly, waiting for the anxious balloon to fill up, waiting for the moment when the illusion of calm is punctured.

But when this news really fell into my ears, my first reaction was: Lu Jingfan finally appeared in court to testify if he could make this old fox lose his entire life in a short period of time.

The cloudy scene flashed in my mind, the blue-gray smoke filled between us, and his lips were so cold.

"Toshihiko, what are you thinking?"

I smiled: "We live here, isn't it just to stay away from the past? Why do you say this suddenly?"

Song Cheng didn't laugh: "Lu Changbai is your father, I think I should tell you." He paused, then said in a low voice: "As far as I know, it was Yang Chen who confronted him."

"So?" I sat up straight and looked back at him, "What are you implying?"

Song Cheng's eyes stared at me, the amber pupils reflected the light of the TV screen, and at a certain moment, there seemed to be a cold light flashing: "I want to ask, do you have anything to do with this matter?"

Of course I had to say no - only a fool would admit it.

However, the heart of the matter is not how to say it.

Because once he thinks I'm involved, even if I tearfully deny it, it's going to cost me more tears and give myself a reputation as a liar.

Song Cheng always laughed at Yan Yan in front of me, but he could also wear an impeccable mask, his emotions and desires were not on his face, so that I couldn't see his true thoughts.

When you don't know the details of the other party, it is easy to be led by the nose and reveal your flaws unconsciously.

I don't know what he is thinking, but I know he will have this question sooner or later.

So I asked back: "Why am I related to this matter? Do you think I will help Yang Chen?"

Seeing his cold eyes, I continued, "What can I do to help? The Xu family? It's too late for them to eat my flesh, so they can't help me. Mingde? Others don't know, but you don't know? What else can I do as a president who has been emptied out of me, except to put on a show in front of my employees? I can’t do anything.”

"Even if I help, I should help Lu Changbai. Anyway, he is my biological father, and I am the only son. He has gone through a lawsuit, and maybe he can't even pay the child support he owes for so many years, let alone the inheritance. I'm out of my mind. I will help Yang Chen get him."

"Yang Chen is the only one. Apart from making him more rampant, he has more confidence to do anything wrong. Disrespecting my wishes will not do me any good. Can Yang Chen give me the money he got from Lu Changbai? I dare not do that in my dreams , if he is so kind, the solar energy will come out from the west.”

I was almost convinced myself when I said these words, as if this was the truth—it was purely because Yang Chen committed the crime and asked Lu Changbai for trouble, and the two of them fought as much as they liked, anyway, it had nothing to do with me.

When Zhao Yuan asked me to be the linker of the whole incident, he considered exactly this point: I am the one who is least likely to encourage Yang Chen to bring down Lu Changbai among all the people.

Song Cheng was silent for a moment, then closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, like a butterfly about to fly.

He thought for a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, the coercion around him dissipated, and he was the gentle young man who accompanied me fishing and walked with me on his back.

He stretched out his hand and pulled me into his arms, and said helplessly, "I'll ask a question, which made you so unhappy. I won't talk about it in the future, okay?"

I shook off his hand: "You doubt me."

He was kind, and said in a low voice: "My fault, blame me for being too suspicious, it shouldn't be like this."

I sneered and turned my back: "Who said they want to live a good life? Show me which family lives like this. Will I have to be questioned regularly in the future to satisfy you?"

Song Cheng hugged my waist, kept apologizing, and whispered soft words in my ear, trying to make me happy.I gritted my teeth, not because I was really angry, but because I was afraid that I would not be able to hold back my guilty conscience and would show something strange.

He called my name, suddenly put his earlobe in his mouth, and licked it with the tip of his wet tongue.

I turned around and wanted to push it away, but he hugged me and pushed me down on the bed.The hot breath hit my skin, bringing back the erotic part in my memory, and the hand that pushed me was limp immediately, unable to use any strength.

We just did it once in the morning, Song Cheng penetrated too deeply, I almost wanted to run away, but I was held in his arms and kissed while penetrating.

He also stretched out his hand to touch my lower abdomen, and asked me if I had eaten all of it, and I had no choice but to choke up and nod indiscriminately.After doing it, I ejaculated twice, and my genitals stood up again, so I had no choice but to lift my red and swollen nipples into his mouth, and he grabbed and bit me, and ejaculated like this.

Song Cheng sucked on my neck, took off my pajama pants with his hands, and chuckled softly: "I was wrong today, I really can't make up for it, so I have to agree with my body."

I was shivered by him, hummed briefly, and wanted to refute a few words, but all words were blocked by his lips and tongue.

The long night is long, and the morning is greedy and happy.