hibiscus past years

Gift, received. "

The rented house is not big, with one bedroom, one living room and one bathroom, plus a small kitchen closely connected with the living room. The total sum is only a few tens of square meters, so small that it doesn't even have a dining room or balcony.It's a big place, but it's been cleaned very well, things are tidy, there is no sign of mess at all, and it can be seen that the people who live there have cleaned it with great care.

After running all the way, Shen Mujin was a little tired, took a quick bath and went straight to the nest.There is only one bedroom, and only one bed, and there is no heating in the room. Shen Mujin originally planned to warm up her body after taking a bath, and thought about warming up the bed first, so that she can sleep well when his brother comes. , only to find that it was superfluous.The quilt had been warmed up in advance, and it was warm, as if an electric blanket had been plugged in.He looked up at the person on the bedside playing with his mobile phone, and felt warm in his heart.

Gu Fengzhu was blowing his hair with a hair dryer in one hand, and typing on his mobile phone with the other.He couldn't type fast at all, and with one hand missing, his speed dropped even more.Shen Mujin watched him use "one-finger Zen" to "point the country", and couldn't bear to look directly at him.

"Let me call for you." He leaned over slightly, ready to get his mobile phone.

"No, I'm done typing." Gu Fengzhu clicked send, turned around to find that he had finished washing, was a little surprised, looked down at the time, and muttered: "Why did I send a message so quickly."

He's been fighting since he entered?

Shen Mujin was startled.

It took about ten minutes for him to stop talking after washing, but he just accidentally glanced at the screen. The "long-lasting" message was only a few sentences, and the total was only about thirty characters. How did it take so long?

"It's okay, you can continue." He said.

"Oh."

Gu Fengzhu's hair has been dried, he moved his head back, and changed to sitting on his stomach, put his mobile phone on the pillow, and typed seriously.

Gu Fengzhu's typing method is very special, he uses his index finger to poke the letters on the keyboard one by one.And he doesn't know how to type the pinyin of two words or more in a row, he can only type out all the pinyin of that word honestly, and then search one by one.His pinyin foundation is poor, so the speed is slow, and the error rate is still high.Once a typo is made, it will be deleted and retyped again and again. It is difficult to think quickly.

Usually at home, Gu Fengzhu doesn't play with his mobile phone very much. If he really wants to play, he also needs to send messages and make phone calls. For the sake of the privacy of both parties, Shen Mujin would take the initiative to stay away or try not to look at it at this time, and he didn't notice it over time. in this situation.

Seeing it for the first time now, Shen Mujin was shocked and just wanted to sigh.

Gu Fengzhu's hands were half-shrunk, only the small half of his index finger was exposed, and he poked them one by one. The light from the screen illuminated the clean and round index fingers, which looked like some kind of furry animal, so cute that people couldn't help but want to hold their claws .

"You're like this..." Shen Mujin leaned over, hugged him from behind, and corrected his gestures, "Type faster with two thumbs..."

Gu Fengzhu tried it, and it was really faster.He changed his thumb and nodded slowly, correcting his previous habit bit by bit.

Shen Muqin touched his hand as she wished, and she was satisfied. She lay on the side and watched him practice, seeing him slowly and smoothly, and just felt relieved, but saw that he involuntarily resumed the habit of "pointing out the country", feeling a little helpless.

It seems that this is a huge project.

he thinks.

There was a large cardboard box on the bedside table, pure black, under the pressure of several books, it was inconspicuous, but it aroused Shen Mujin's curiosity.When I was bored, I glanced there several times, and the more I looked at it, the more itchy.

"Can I have a look at that?" He finally couldn't help himself, pointing to the box for permission.

"Look." Gu Feng poked the keyboard and said casually without raising his candle head, "Touch anything in the room casually."

Shen Mujin carried the box over, carefully opened it, and couldn't wait to see what was in the box.

"What's this?" He took out an origami book, under the book were piles of small frogs, green and green, small and exquisite, stacked half a box.There was also a small stack of green paper in one corner of the box, neatly stacked, almost blending with the full box of paper frogs.

Gu Fengzhu glanced up and answered casually: "You."

Shen Mujin's WeChat nickname is Little Frog, which has never changed since it was registered and has been used for several years.He quickly linked the two together, put down the box and swooped over with claws and teeth: "Who said I'm like a frog? Don't break it, confiscate it!"

Gu Fengzhu didn't pay attention to his brother's petty troubles at all, lifted his eyelids, and said without any hesitation, "I'm going to break it!"

42. Monster Balloon

◎The loved ones are gone, but the important ones are by my side. ◎

Going to the hotel is not easy. Although you don't have to get up early, you will return late.Shen Mujin watched him go out in the morning, and waited for him to come back at night. After a few days of doing nothing, she stayed at home counting the time every day, and felt more and more difficult.Gradually, he could understand how his younger brother felt when he left him alone at home, bored and uncomfortable, and panicked in idleness.

The only thing I can do every day is to buy vegetables, cook and clean the house. I am not familiar with the place here, and there is no one to talk to. It is really hard to imagine how a person can live here. It is really lucky that I have not become taciturn.

The box containing the frogs is still there, and the fight before was just for fun, and I didn’t really think about what to do with this bunch of “similar” people, but I didn’t expect that the people with different surnames and different surnames who would accompany him during the New Year The so-called "little brat".

Seeing that I will go back tomorrow, and I don't know what year and month it will be when we meet again, Shen Mujin is really not reconciled, after much deliberation, she finally made up her mind to take out her phone...

"click"

The door was opened, Gu Fengzhu came back with light night and dim lights, Shen Mujin was startled when he saw him.Fortunately, the call has not been dialed yet, so he still has time to relax.

"Why are you back? Don't you go to work today?"

Gu Fengzhu's normal off-duty time is ten o'clock in the evening. Now that he is busy with work, twelve o'clock or even later is common.Shen Mujin glanced at the time just now, it was less than seven o'clock.

"Uncle Jiang knew you were leaving tomorrow, so he gave me half a day off." He changed his shoes and entered the room, "I'll change my clothes."

"Okay." It was rare to be able to go out to play, and Shen Mujin was very excited, walking around in the living room.

"What is this painting? It's so profound." There is a picture scroll hanging in the living room. There are only a few strokes on it, but the strokes are smooth and natural, and it looks very mysterious.He stared at the painting for a long time when he was bored these days, but he really couldn't tell whether it was a painting or not, so he asked something while he had nothing to say.

Gu Fengzhu changed his clothes and came out, raised his eyes to look at the words on the wall, his eyes flickered for a moment, a little dazed.

Some vague fragments in the memory gradually became clear, and the past that was buried deep in my heart and did not want to look back, also came one after another like a flood that broke the embankment:

The courtyard was full of flames, corpses were strewn all over the ground, and blood flowed like rivers.

"Father...Mother...you wake up...don't leave the child..." The little child shook his parents' gradually icy body, feeling desolate and hopeless in his heart.He cried out, longing for his relatives to open their eyes and see him, but that obviously became a luxury.

He was choking, deeply saddened, he didn't raise his breath, his eyes went dark, and he fell down.

While still conscious, he felt that he was being picked up like a chicken.

"Heh, there's still one alive."

"Since you're dizzy, you might as well take it back."

"I heard that the son of the Gu family is very intelligent, so he happened to trick him into becoming an apprentice. In the future, he can earn money and provide for his retirement, so why not do it."

The man talked to himself, put away the bloody knife, and roughly lifted the man like a puppy, and brought him out of this bloody place.

The child who was being carried wanted to resist, wanted to kill the man who had killed him, but before he could take any action, his mind sank and he completely lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he saw the murderer sitting by the bed, smiling very kindly, stretched out his hand and said to him:

"Son, your family is gone, why not follow me and be my apprentice?"

He didn't look at the hands in front of him, but moved his gaze to behind him, staring at the big package that was half the height of a person behind him.He knew very well that his Gu family's wealth was contained in that huge package.It was the blood and sweat of several generations of his Gu family, but now it is taken as his own by the person who exterminated the family in front of him, and he even wants himself to worship him as his teacher.

How could he recognize a thief as a teacher!

He wished he could cramp his tendons, peel his skin, drink his blood and eat his flesh.But no, because he noticed that his other hand was tucked into the sleeve, and the sleeve bulged at a sharp point, which he guessed might be the point of a dagger.

If he doesn't agree, he will die!

He is not afraid of death, but he is not reconciled to the fact that when his family is ruined, the murderer can take his parents' money for granted.

He clenched his fists tightly, and finally let go under the reality of the disparity in strength.

"Okay." He said for a long time, his voice was not loud, he sounded like a desperate lamb, powerless and helpless.

"Then from now on, you can take my surname." The man smiled again, the skins on his face were crowded together like old bark, looking scary.

He bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to hold back with the tingling pain.

He got out of bed and bowed to the murderer: "The disciple pays homage to the master."

After kowtowing, he swallowed a mouthful of blood from the tip of his tongue, stood up and bowed again, and said, "I want to use my original surname, so that I will always remember everything from the beginning, and always remember the 'kindness' of the master."

He stared at the ground, filled with hatred and tried his best to endure, wishing to stare a hole in the ground.

After a while, the man sighed and said, "If that's the case, then keep your last name and change your name."

He seemed to have thought about it long ago, and then said: "Call 'Wind Candle', and I will give you the writing of 'Long Years' as a teacher. I hope you will go through hardships and never go out like a candle under the wind, and use the remaining years to go Do what you have to do."

wind candle?Old age?never go out?

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