hibiscus past years

Love does not match.

There was a strong wind blowing in, blowing away the dark clouds covering the moon in the sky.The halo of the bright moon poured down, slipped in through the window, illuminated the foot of the dining table, and imprinted a little silver light on the oily light on the food, as if inlaid with broken diamonds.

As soon as the few people were seated, Yang Mingjie picked up a big crab for each of them without hesitation, and then began to concentrate on shelling Han Tianyu.

"Poor-"

A muffled sound rang out under the quiet dining table, followed by a trace of strange smell rushing to the noses of everyone present.

There is nothing particular about the seats, they just sit casually. On Yang Mingjie’s right is Han Tianyu, on his left is Gu Fengzhu, and Shen Mujin sits on Gu Fengzhu’s left, which belongs to the leftmost place and is farthest from Yang Mingjie. It is obviously unrealistic to blame him.But on the right is his own little fish, so it is definitely impossible to throw it to him, so Yang Mingjie, the culprit, looked left and right, and turned his idea to Gu Fengzhu.He looked at him shamelessly, and asked him suspiciously, "Did you fart?"

Gu Fengzhu: "..."

Faced with this sudden big black pot, Gu Fengzhu would definitely not be able to recite it, he stunned back: "My fart came out from under you?"

This time it was Yang Mingjie's turn to be choked up and speechless.

He silently shut up, peeled the shell quietly, and tried his best to pretend that nothing happened.

The starlight fell all over the ground, causing the grass blades to glow with silver light.Summer is coming to an end, but its aftermath is still there.Although the heat outside the house has been blown away by the wild flying, there is still residual heat and warmth inside, and it is still a bit stuffy and uncomfortable.

It was just after dinner at this time, Han Tianyu saw that the wind had gradually subsided, and saw that there were two or three children downstairs playing against the night, he couldn't help feeling itchy, and urged Gu Fengzhu to take him down to play.

Since the two of them will spend the night here tonight, Shen Mujin and Yang Mingjie need to make mattresses and quilts, and they are not with them.

Watching the two leave, Yang Mingjie felt a little worried, and leaned over to ask Shen Mujin: "You like him, so he doesn't necessarily...like you, does he? Then...your brother...is straight?"

Shen Mujin: "..."

Shen Mujin couldn't bear it anymore: "Do you think everyone is like you, so hungry and thirsty that you don't even let your children go?"

It's stuffy inside the house, but it's very cool outside after the strong wind passes through. The night wind is blowing, and you can still feel the coolness.Except that there are more mosquitoes because I want to take the opportunity to store more food, everything else is good.

A few children gathered in twos and threes to play with glass beads and paper flips, some older ones played basketball around the basketball hoop, and some old people sat in a circle, discussing food, rice, oil, salt and interesting things about their children and grandchildren.Gu Fengzhu and Han Tianyu were neither old nor young, they couldn't blend in, so they decided not to bother them, and walked quietly.

When the two of them reached the uninhabited path, Han Tianyu suddenly looked up at the sky where the stars and moon were not visible for a while, and thought of something, and sighed softly: "This world is cruel, and we have never been treated with tenderness."

It is indeed correct to say this before.

In the past, Han Tianyu was like a medicine man who soaked in medicine jars every day. He was too young to undergo surgery, and he relied on medicine to control his disease.As for Gu Fengzhu, he has never relaxed for more than 7000 days and nights, and even sleeps with a dagger in his hand to guard against accidents.

This world is indeed cruel enough for them.

The wind passed by Linshao, curling their fine black hair, one long and one short, completely opposite but equally black.

"Not necessarily." Gu Fengzhu lowered his eyes and said softly.

Han Tianyu was stunned for a moment, then remembered something, his eyes curved, and he smiled.

A leaf was blown off by the wind and fluttered down. He reached out to take one and showed it to the people behind as if offering a treasure.

"Do you know about Children's Day?" He asked holding up a leaf.

Gu Fengzhu knows this, he has been here for a while, so he should know it after so long.But he knew that this was not what the other party really wanted to say, so he stood quietly and became a quiet listener.

"Children's Day is not just for children." He said, "Someone told me that its real meaning is that even if you gradually become an adult in the world, you will always be someone's child."

He raised his head, looked at the lights on the eighth floor in the distance, and showed a childlike innocent smile.

"It's nice," he said, "someone else cares about me."

Yeah, that's great.

Gu Fengzhu thought.

It's nice that they're equally unlucky and equally lucky.

When Han Tianyu and Gu Fengzhu came back, Yang Mingjie and Shen Mujin had already tidied up the room and were cutting fruit after dinner in the kitchen.

Yang Mingjie poked his head out from the kitchen, and seeing the rare bright smiles on the faces of the two people who came back, he retracted his stepping feet silently.

He turned his head to look at his good brother with a serious face: "You must attack."

In this way, there will be no future for the two recipients.

he thought silently.

Shen Mujin looked blank: "Working?"

Is my family... so short of money?It is not enough for him and Gu Fengzhu to have one job, so they have to go to work again?

"Yeah!" Yang Mingjie nodded solemnly, "For both of us, you must attack!"

Shen Mujin became even more confused, but he grasped a key word in it and asked, "We two? I work, what about you?"

Yang Mingjie patted his chest and assured: "Don't worry, I have no doubts, it must be!"

Shen Mujin's face was full of question marks: "What?"

What is this all about?

Yang Mingjie didn't have the time to talk to him, he cut up the fruit and inserted the toothpick, and happily entered the room with it, without any intention of explaining to his brother what he meant by what he just said.

25. Sharing the same bed

◎"Do you want to hear about my past?"◎

The house is not too big, with two bedrooms, two living rooms, one kitchen and one bathroom, less than [-] square meters.Four people share a room in pairs, Yang Mingjie and Han Tianyu sleep in the same room, Gu Fengzhu and Shen Mujin sleep in the same room, the room is limited, and this is the only way to do it.Fortunately, I only stayed for one night, so I made do with it.

The season before summer and autumn is very embarrassing. It is hot if you don't take a bath, and it is a bit cold after taking a bath.

Shen Mujin came out of the shower, rubbed her arms and was eager to get under the quilt. Just as she lifted up a corner of the quilt, she glanced at the end of her eyes and saw his younger brother obediently holding the phone. The facial expressions, expectant eyes, and good-looking faces are so cute that it's unbearable.

However, as an adult male, Shen Mujin is a little bit rational.He took his eyes off his younger brother, and put the quilt on the bed with a calm face.

A dismal moon hung in the sky, shrouded in gray clouds, emitting a dim light.The low-pitched wind whimpered and roared and slapped the window. Listening quietly, one could even hear the rustling of the leaves, as if they were crying sadly. No need to think about it, it must be a piece of flying sand and rocks outside.

Shen Mujin tucked the quilt over his younger brother's body, this was the first time the two slept together, he was afraid that he would freeze.

Gu Fengzhu turned off the phone, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.He turned sideways to face his brother, his dark eyes were shining, the only spark in the dark night.

"Brother." His voice was soft, expecting to tell frankly, "Do you want to hear about my past?"

Shen Mujin smiled softly in the dark night, and said with a reassuring voice: "If possible, I would like to hear it."

Gu Fengzhu leaned over there, with a soft voice, as if whispering: "When I was very young..."

Combining the madness of summer and the coldness of autumn, the storm is like a demon, violently blowing the earth, and when it whizzes through the forest, it looks like the background music of a horror movie.In an instant, scorched and torn cotton-like clouds appeared in the sky, covering the already dim waning moon tightly, and the sky and the earth suddenly became dark and chaotic, as if it would never be bright again.

In the frozen night of this world, a few rays of light as bright as day suddenly flashed across the sky, illuminating the sky for a moment like a flash in the pan, and then disappeared as quickly as if it had never appeared.The paleness that seemed to be tearing apart the sky before escaping hadn't come to the aftertaste, and the muffled thunder of "rumbling" came belatedly, one after another, with an explosive crit, the sound hit people's hearts.

The air is like thick cotton wadding soaked in water, full of dampness and heavyness, wrapping people in dense circles, wrapping people tightly without leaving a single gap, cold and suffocating and feeling oppressive.The long-accumulated torrential rain finally poured down. Accompanied by non-stop lightning and thunder, the wind became more and more unscrupulous, waving a whip made of rainwater, and whipping it fiercely against the roof windows. The water droplets splashed and confused.

There was thunder outside the window, and the house was peaceful.The naturally cold tone is lowered, and the words and sentences that are slowly revealed from the lips are accompanied by the most simple and natural background music of nature. Every word and sentence soothes the body and mind, and there is a special sense of comfort and nature.

But Shen Mujin was not infected by this relaxed atmosphere. He heard the other party clearly being in it but using a relaxed and flat tone as if he didn't care about it, and even recalled the past with a little joking and chatting. The air, covered with mud and water droplets, is extraordinarily heavy.

He suppressed his heart that had already had difficulty breathing, and listened quietly to his efforts to paint the past with colorful colors with slightly jerky words, and then packaged the picture scroll that was colorful on the surface and withered and ruined on the inside clumsily but carefully, full of joy. show him.

On the painting, the flowers, birds, fish and insects are rendered with great effort, which is very gorgeous, but under the paint is the dull and boring color buried in the years, and it is a mess.

There is a huge difference between one floor and another.

He held the painting, and the painting was colorful, but what he saw was devastated.

When the soft voice stopped, he moved over there, leaned his body sideways, and leaned his forehead against the other's skin, feeling sore in his heart, but his tone was in the opposite lightness: "