Camouflage Small Bag [Quick Transmigration]

On the way back, Lin Xiuyuan only had one tape left in his hand, and he followed the boy without making a sound.

After crossing the road, the other party glanced down at the cover of the tape in his hand, and suddenly asked, "Do you like him?"

Lin Xiuyuan: "It's okay, just listen to it."

The young man gave a faint oh.

The two walked into the alley, Lin Xiuyuan stretched out his hand and said, "I'll do it myself, it's not too heavy, your friends are still waiting for you."

"They don't wait for anyone... It's too hot, and I don't want to go out."

Jiang Yuming held those things stubbornly, Lin Xiuyuan had no choice but to withdraw his hand.

There were quite a few men in shorts and shirtless coming in and out of the doorways of the houses on both sides. Every time Lin Xiuyuan passed by, intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at their legs.

The young man noticed his little gesture, thought he disliked this phenomenon, and said, "They've been like this since they were young, and they won't change it in a while."

Lin Xiuyuan didn't know why he said this suddenly, and looked at him suspiciously.

Jiang Yuming pursed his thin lips, and stopped talking again.

When we arrived at the courtyard, everyone else went to work, except for the writer whose door was closed, only Jiang Yide was watering the flowers in the courtyard.

Uncle Jiang looked back at them coming in together, he was slightly surprised, and asked Jiang Yuming, "Didn't you go out with your classmates?"

"It's no fun playing with them..."

The boy took the rice noodles and went straight to the east room.

Lin Xiuyuan greeted the uncle, took the key and went to open the door.

……

In the yard, Jiang Yide was watering the flowers and muttering: "This boy, I have never seen him so enthusiastic and active before when other people moved here... Sure enough, people with a small age difference have to talk about it..."

After entering the room, Jiang Yuming put things neatly on the table.

Lin Xiuyuan turned on the fan, then poured water for him: "Take a break, Yuming."

He was called by the names of other people in the courtyard, and the alleys were full of neighbors, and he rarely called him by his full name.

The boy looked at him in a daze after hearing those two words.

Lin Xiuyuan handed him the water glass: "It's a bit hot."

The fan whirred.

The big boy stood upright in front of the table holding an enamel cup.

Lin Xiuyuan said, "Aren't you going to sit?"

Jiang Yuming just sat down, looked at the water in the glass, took a sip without blowing, his sweaty face was slightly red.

Lin Xiuyuan went to find the clumsy tape recorder, and then took apart the tape and put it in.

A crooning male voice came from inside, and the melody was a bit melancholy.

Halfway through the singing, Jiang Yuming looked at the cover of the tape in Lin Xiuyuan's hand again, and couldn't help but ask, "Do you think he's handsome?"

"Huh?" Lin Xiuyuan looked over and found that the other party was staring at the cover of the tape in his hand, so he took a closer look, and finally gave an objective evaluation, "It's quite handsome."

No one spoke in the room for a while, only the melancholy singing melody remained.

Lin Xiuyuan didn't stop his hands and feet the whole time. After playing the song, he went to put the bought grain into the cabinet.

When he got up after wiping the cabinet, he heard the boy say:

"Not handsome at all."

The young man raised his eyebrows and turned his head to look over.

Jiang Yuming squinted at the cover of the tape with a bitter and bitter face.

Lin Xiuyuan only thought that he usually hated this singer, and asked patiently: "Then which singer do you think is handsome?"

The young man pursed his lips again and stopped talking. He glanced at him, his eyelashes drooped again, and suddenly gulped down the water. He drank all the hot water in a few gulps.

Lin Xiuyuan: "..."

After the boy left, Lin Xiuyuan said to the system: "Is he Qi Jue?"

system:"……"

Lin Xiuyuan: "..."

system:"???"

Lin Xiuyuan said: "When he looks at me these days, I always have this intuition."

The system was silent, and said: "The reminder of the reference object is still the mole on the leg, you can go and confirm it."

Lin Xiuyuan said, "I'll watch it again when I have a chance."

He had to go to work the next day, so he had done everything he needed to do, and the house was in perfect order.

All the newspapers on the windows were torn off, and new blue curtains were hung up.

When Lin Xiuyuan was tidying up the house, Uncle Jiang set up a mahjong table under the arbor in the yard, and called two uncles to come over in the alley. Go to top up.

Lin Xiuyuan did the cleaning, went out to fetch water a few times, and took a few glances on the way. Jiang Yuming won a lot, and several elders were making fun of him.

After playing for about four rounds, the uncle who had something to do before came again.

With a calm expression, the young man pushed the pile of pennies on the table towards Jiang Yide, stood up and made way for him.

The old man who sat in his place smiled and said, "Xiaoming is lucky."

Uncle Jiang took a sip of tea: "My grandson touched all the flowers, it's not bad."

Jiang Yuming didn't speak, and glanced at the pool from the corner of his eye.

The young man was holding a bucket to pick up water, and he was also looking at them.

After the water was connected, Lin Xiuyuan turned his head to turn off the faucet. At this moment, several teenagers walked over with big strides.

Lin Xiu originally thought he was going to use water, so he gave way a little.

The other party turned on the faucet again, splashed the water with his hands and washed his face, and then lifted the bucket in the sink with one hand very naturally, and headed towards the corridor of the east room.

Lin Xiuyuan was stunned for a second, then said, "I'll do it myself, you go and play."

"Smoothly." The young man's face was wet, and the water droplets dripped down along the outline. When he climbed the stone steps, his jaw slightly lifted, and the water droplets slid onto the protruding Adam's apple again. A big boy with a sense of power in every gesture, carrying a bucket as if there is no water in it.

Under the arbor, Uncle Jiang, who was playing mahjong, noticed their movements, and said, "Yes, if you have nothing to do, I'll help you clean up Brother Xiaoyuan!"

The young man paused slightly, muttered that he knew, and continued to walk forward.

……

In the afternoon, with the help of Lin Xiuyuan and Jiang Yuming, he quickly finished his work.

After cleaning up the inside and outside of the house, he said to Jiang Yuming, "Thank you for your hard work. I'll treat you to whatever you want to eat."

"...they can play mahjong until midnight, I have to cook at home at night," the young man said in a hoarse voice, "Will you come to my house to eat?"

Lin Xiuyuan said: "This is not good. I will invite you later when I am free. Thank you for your help today."

Jiang Yuming frowned and said nothing.

After dark, Lin Xiuyuan started to go to the alley outside to enjoy the cool after taking a shower.

There was an air vent near the narrow road, and a few people were sitting scattered.

Lin Xiuyuan took a small bench and sat down.

On one side were a few women with long wet hair blown against the wind and two five or six-year-old children, and on the other side were a few shirtless men.

The man was smoking and talking about the mountains, while the woman was blowing her hair and chatting. After a while, I somehow got to school. I asked the children what they learned in school, and after asking them, they were told not to play in the water on the way after school. They said it was a fifth grader in the alley. A primary school student drowned because of playing with water.

Lin Xiuyuan looked over.

The little girl with shofar braids stuck her waist in, shaking her head like a grown-up: "No, just scare me!"

"How do you know? Didn't you know that the child has disappeared recently?"

"I heard from Sister Xinxin that the fifth grader didn't drown in the water, but was captured by a ghost."

"...What nonsense are you talking about at night?!"

The adults seemed to be very concerned about this kind of words, so they taught him a serious face.

The child was frightened, his mouth was constricted, and he was aggrieved and silent.

After a while, Lin Xiuyuan asked an aunt next to him unintentionally: "Is it the river beside the road in the east? Did some students really fall into it?"

"Well, in the past few years, there were always children who wanted to play and went to the water to have accidents. Later, a shelter was built by the river, and it was not easy for children to pass by. Some older children would occasionally turn over to play... No, this year almost had an accident again. Yes, he is still a child in the fifth grade, even ten years old, fortunately an adult passed by and rescued him at that time."

Lin Xiuyuan was stunned: "Then what do you say..."

"The child is fine, but the strange thing is that the grandfather of the child suddenly had a car accident that day and was knocked into the river... The child's mother insisted that the old man died for his son, but for his son before he died. The book of life and death must have been painted over, so let our neighbor directly say that his son drowned, so that there will be no dirty things to harm his son.

Lin Xiuyuan: "..."

"I don't really believe it, but some parents of that child quite believe it."

"Which family is it from?"

"Oh, by the way, which one are you from?"

"I live in the courtyard at No. 14 over there, and I haven't been here for long."

"Oh...then their family lives opposite to yours! But you probably haven't met them. They seem to have gone to the countryside to find the master to get rid of bad luck. I heard that they will transfer his son to another school when they come back...It can be a toss... ..."

……

Lin Xiuyuan sat there and listened to them talking for half an hour before leaving.

In front of the courtyard, he turned his head and glanced at the household opposite.

The door was closed tightly, and it was pitch black inside, and indeed no one was there.

"What are you looking at?" A voice suddenly came from behind the dark door.

It smells like smoke, it's people.

Lin Xiuyuan made a frightened look and took a step back.

"Snapped!"

The lighter rang by the door, and the light from the fire revealed a somewhat haggard face.

It was a man in his early thirties, with heavy dark circles under his eyes and slightly long hair—the writer in the courtyard.

Lin Xiuyuan heard from Uncle Jiang that his name is Shang Wu.

"As for being so scared?" The other party's voice was a little rough from the smoke, and he turned off the lighter and continued, "Are you the accountant at the textile factory?"

Lin Xiuyuan guessed that he probably knew his information from Uncle Jiang, and nodded, "Well, hello."

The man's expression was not very good: "Did you tear up all the newspapers that published my article on the window today?"

Lin Xiuyuan frowned, and it took him a while to understand what he said: "I didn't know it was your newspaper, and I have already rented that house, so I am qualified to deal with it."

The other party glanced at him, turned and left in displeasure.

Lin Xiuyuan was puzzled, and followed him in. The main house was brightly lit, and the people playing mahjong had already moved inside. At this time, someone was talking on the phone and opened the curtain and came out. He looked up and saw Lin Xiuyuan who came in together. Monk five.

Shang Wu smoked a cigarette: "I'll get you some newspapers later."

Lin Xiuyuan was even more puzzled: "I don't need it, thank you."

The other party didn't understand the tone: "You don't usually read newspapers?"

"It's in the office."

"..."

When Shang Wu went back to his room with a dark face, Lin Xiuyuan looked at the boy standing there and said, "Are you still asleep?"

The boy was dressed in sportswear, looked at him twice, and said "hang up first" to the person on the phone, then the phone was covered with a "snap", walked over and said, "My mother is calling."

Lin Xiuyuan asked: "Then why did you hang up?"

Jiang Yuming said: "The chat is over."

Lin Xiuyuan groaned and said, "Then I'll go back to the house first."

The other party pursed his sharp lips, and suddenly asked, "Did you come back with him?"

"...You mean Shang Wu?"

"Ah."

"No, he was smoking at the door and met him when he came back."

"... Oh." The young man looked away, gently rubbing his fingers on the phone.

Lin Xiuyuan still slept peacefully that night, he was not in such a hurry to find Qi Jue as before, after all, he already knew it in his heart.

He got up early in the morning and went to work.

He asked for two days off, and went to work again on Friday. There were a lot of things to do. This day, he was almost out of breath. He got off work a full hour late. Fortunately, he still had a bicycle at the dormitory.

It was already dark, and there were dim street lights on both sides of the road.

Lin Xiuyuan rode his bicycle back.

When he was still half a kilometer away from the entrance of the alley, a shadow riding this way appeared not far ahead.

Lin Xiuyuan didn't pay attention, and continued to ride by the side of the road.

The bicycle on the opposite side speeds past on the other side.

Not long after, there was the sound of a bicycle approaching from behind, getting closer, but never overtaking.

Lin Xiuyuan glanced back from the corner of his eyes, and stopped after a few seconds.

He stepped on the ground to support himself, turned his head and smiled slightly: "Why are you?"

The short hair on the young man's forehead was soaked with sweat. When he realized that the person in front stopped suddenly, he immediately braked with his feet. The originally cool inertial movement was lost when he looked up and saw the smile. He almost swayed the car with him.

"Be careful...are you okay?"

Jiang Yuming's earlobe was extremely red, and I don't know if it was the hot weather or other reasons, it seemed that no matter how red it was, it would be ripe.His brows have not been stretched since he frowned, looking at the young man who came over: "Did you just get off work?"

"Well, today is a busy day. How did you get here by bike?"

A trace of embarrassment flashed from the boy's eyes, and he muttered in a low voice: "...the sports arranged by the holiday."

The author has something to say: the second one will come later

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