sunny as rain

It was a pale green afternoon, Ye Shiyu didn't feel unwell because of the heat, but he felt suffocated because of the scene in front of him, as if he couldn't breathe any more oxygen into his lungs.His face was flushed, and he was about to die of suffocation.

The breeze came, and he couldn't feel the coolness. The sweat on his forehead was like wet raindrops, and it hurt when it landed on the skin. Warm hands, covering yourself.

Jiang Yahui was like a mourner attending a funeral, standing under the cherry tree, holding a white cat in her arms, her lips moved, she raised her head just in time to see Ye Shiyu, she hurriedly dropped the cat in her arms, and ran to In the middle of the yard.

It's a pity, this is Ye Shiyu's favorite cat, and it has been lost for more than a year.

It is a Persian cat, snow-white all over, with mandarin duck eyes, the left eye is yellow, and the right eye is blue-green.

When the villagers regarded it as an ominous thing, Ye Shiyu raised it, and even made a hole in the door, just to make it easier for it to go out every day.

But when everyone in the village thought that the cat was raised by Ye Shiyu to be foreign and beautiful, the cat was suddenly lost, and now when they saw it again, it turned out to be a lifeless mass of dead things.

Birth and separation are both death and separation.

Ye Shiyu cried and asked, "It's so dead? Mom, where did you find it?"

Jiang Yahui moved her lips but said nothing.

Ye Zhihui walked over, blocked Jiang Yahui and said, "The one I saw in the trash pit must have died from taking rat poison."

Pulling Ye Shiyu into the room, put his hands on his shoulders, and said in a very comfortable tone: "Don't cry, boys don't cry all the time, you wash your face first, I'll bury it."

Ye Shiyu wiped away his tears, looked at Ye Zhihui suspiciously and asked, "Are the grapes in this yard edible?"

Ye Zhihui stood at the door, looked around and buried the cat with a shovel, paused for a moment and said, "It's edible, but it's too sour."

Ye Shiyu said in a calm voice: "I've only been away for a long time, and the vines have grown so fast that they've all grown grapes."

Ye Zhihui put his hands on his shoulders and looked at him: "Wait, I'll take it off for you, you will cry every day, can you learn from your brother."

Ye Shiyu looked at the lush vines on both sides of the yard, squinted his mouth, and hummed: "He's just good, I can't learn from him."

While walking, Ye Zhihui was sucking the mountain grapes in his hand, the faint sour smell of grape skins and the smell of damp earth wafting over together, suddenly made Ye Shiyu feel very strange.

There was no anger, nor any unwillingness, just strange pain and disappointment, which made him at a loss.

He doesn't know how to express intimacy with words, what to ask and what not to ask, what to say and what not to say, whether to keep silent, or to say something to enliven the atmosphere.

Ye Shiyu got up, took a basin from the kitchen, took the grapes, rinsed them under the faucet, took a bunch of them around, kept some for herself, and handed the washed grapes to Jiang Yahui.

Ye Shiyu took a bite, his teeth were sour, and he couldn't spit it out.

Jiang Yahui raised her chin at Ye Zhihui and said, "Did you see? After going out for a while, I've come back to be sensible, I really have grown up."

He asked again: "Is Dongshan fun?

How is Auntie's house?Does my uncle often go up the mountain to herd cattle?Did you catch fish in the river? "

Ye Shiyu smiled at first, and said enthusiastically: "It's fun, everything is good, everyone treats me very well." Then he squeezed his eyes around: "I have to do my summer homework first, brother, help me .”

The two of them completely got rid of the bombing-style inquiries, and quickly plunged into the sea of ​​questions. It was almost the beginning of school, and Ye Shiyu didn't write any homework for the summer vacation.

In the next three days, he and his classmates exchanged homework, randomly filled in the answers during the day, copied homework at night, and lit the lamp to boil oil.

Ye Shiyu is in the second year of junior high school.

Life in junior high school is like opening up a new world. Some fairy tale novels are circulated in the class. Bad students are everywhere.

Ye Shiyu went to buy a lunch box outside the school gate at noon, and watched helplessly as a student in the neighboring class was pushed to the ground by several people who got out of the white van, punched and kicked, and then slammed the car door. leave.

There were people coming and going at the school gate, and no one dared to meddle in other people's business. It was only later that I found out that the person who was beaten had robbed someone else's girlfriend.

There are many couples in the school, like this today, like that tomorrow.Ye Shiyu didn't understand, and didn't care too much.

In addition to studying every day, he just chatters with his surroundings, wishing to tell his surroundings what he sees and hears every day.

The surrounding area is getting more and more busy, and sometimes I study at night at school, and I don't get home until close to 10 pm.Ye Shiyu would occasionally wait for him to come back and sleep together, sometimes he fell asleep with a book in his hand, and he could still see the saliva on the book the next day.

On Friday, Ye Shiyu was not feeling well, so he asked the teacher for leave and went home early.

As soon as he walked to the door, that familiar strange feeling struck again.

He shook his head, worked up the courage to turn the doorknob, and a man just came out from inside.

The curtains were drawn in the room, and it was so pitch black that it was impossible to see the person's face clearly. Ye Shiyu instinctively took a step back, and within a few seconds of passing by, he recognized the person.

This man is called Li Wenchang, and he is the second uncle of his good friend Li Lan in elementary school.

In fact, this person is quite famous in the village. One is that his family is well-off, and the other is that he has a famous ugly wife.

That woman is fierce and vicious, and she has a black mole the size of a fingernail on her face. Although she is smiling, many people annoy her because she always likes to gossip about other people's private affairs, such as a certain family. The daughter-in-law has a close relationship with a certain man, or a certain child does not look like his biological parents, etc.

The ugly daughter-in-law also has an ugly son, his eyes are so fat that there is only a slit left, he commits all kinds of crimes, he is just a bastard, he is in his 30s and still unmarried, and the girls around here have no time to hide from him.

Ye Shiyu pushed open the door angrily, and Jiang Yahui looked up at him. She was startled at first, then smiled sadly, her eyes were wet, like a deep pool where she couldn't see the future clearly, which made people feel a kind of compassion from the bottom of her heart And unspeakably depressing sadness.

She only wore a white lace corset, and under the thin corset, brown areolas were faintly visible.

Ye Shiyu once heard from Jiang Yahui that in order to wean him, he had to apply purple lotion on his breasts. Ye Shiyu was still a baby less than one year old, and he felt bitter when sucking milk, so he was weaned over time.

Now Ye Shiyu is worried, whether the purple potion has not been cleaned since then, so brown bumps can be seen under the bra.

Jiang Yahui was leaning against the head of the bed sickly, covered with a dirty red velvet blanket, while her skin was white as snow, her hair like ink, she was as beautiful as a mermaid who came ashore from the sea. There is a layer of soft water droplets, under the pollution of the human environment, the head hangs down tiredly, the eyes are closed, and it is dilapidated.

She never said a word to Ye Shiyu, but the sadness in her eyes was like a rising tide, with waves getting higher and higher.

There it was again, the damned silence.

Ye Shiyu clenched his fists, he wanted to ask her why she did this?Is it a misunderstanding?Is it his imagination and hallucination?

The shame of witnessing all of this was engraved into his soul, and he was gradually heading towards the end of his life.

As a bystander, Ye Shiyu felt sad and ridiculous.

He slammed the door and chased him out desperately, imagining that he was like an adult, grabbing Li Wenchang by the collar, asking about his relationship with Jiang Yahui, and then shaking his fists at him as much as he wanted, like Liushugou The villagers treat the pervert who hurt Li Xiang the same.

Violence may not solve any problems, but at least it can solve the immediate anger.

Another corner ahead is Li Lan's house, and Li Wenchang lives next door.

Ye Shiyu was still wearing his junior high school uniform, his face was flushed abnormally due to his unstoppable anger, and his chest heaved violently in anger.

As soon as he turned into the intersection, several women chattered, deliberately lowered their voices and carried a fluke of discussion into Ye Shiyu's ears, irritating his eardrums, making him extremely uncomfortable.

One of the women with the most treacherous and wretched expression was Li Wenchang's wife, the backbone of the gossip army.

Seeing Ye Shiyu, several gossip women kept silent at the same time, Ye Shiyu bit the bullet and continued walking forward.

They are like a swarm of stinky flies that scatter around after being driven away, and then fly back immediately, pounce on them, and continue buzzing in search of stinky food.

Serve meals with other people's sad things as leftovers, dig out other people's privacy for dinner, and arrange other people's joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys for dessert.

As soon as Ye Shiyu walked by, the women leaned forward and backward with laughter, winked, pointed, discussed, paused, and then continued to arrange.

Ye Shiyu only heard the sound of buzzing-buzzing.

Ye Shiyu's body was stiff with probing eyes, and he was determined not to create any gossip for these gossip old ladies, so he abducted directly to Li Lan's house.

He is too weak.

He was afraid of being poked at the spine and criticized, and even more afraid of puncturing the truth that was already as thin as a cicada's wing.

Li Lan was not at home, Ye Shiyu ran home in panic amidst the more excited discussions among several women.

In the future, he never hated his own weakness at this moment.

But even if he taught Li Wenchang a lesson, what would change?

Ye Shiyu lay on the bed clutching his stomach, intending to swallow everything he saw and thought of today, including what he failed to do, into his stomach, and rot in the dark internal tissue structure surrounded by various bacterial flora. .

When Zhou Zhou came back at night, he saw Ye Shiyu curled up with his knees curled up, lying on the bed like a shrimp, with his hands on his stomach, his black hair soaked in sweat, his face pale and bloodless, and he was about to twitch into a ball.

I touched Ye Shiyu's forehead around, but luckily it wasn't hot.

Ye Shiyu raised his bloodless little face, and smiled dryly and palely: "Nearby, you are back."

Seeing Ye Shiyu's empty eyes around him, his heart throbbed with pain. He asked in an almost stern tone: "Where does it hurt? Why don't you say it? If you don't tell it, who will know that you are in pain?"

Ye Shiyu bit her lip, held back her tears, pointed to her stomach, and said weakly, "My stomach...the stomach hurts."

A dry towel was taken around him to wipe his sweat, and he was deliberately aggressive: "Is it a bad stomach? Is it a headache? Is your throat uncomfortable?"

Ye Shiyu lowered her brows and pulled the corners of her mouth hard, showing an extremely ugly smile. It could be seen that she had endured to the extreme.

A thick blanket was taken around Ye Shiyu to cover Ye Shiyu's body, rubbing his hands together up and down until the palms were slightly red, he lifted Ye Shiyu's coat, stretched his hands in, put his hands on his stomach, and kneaded gently in circular motions.

The force was very light, and Ye Shiyu felt a slight heat in his stomach, which was very comfortable.

The surrounding rubbed their hands and said softly: "It should be intestinal spasm, I also had it when I was a child, I will go out and buy medicine for you later."

Ye Shiyu nodded vigorously, with teeth marks on his lips.

He pinched Ye Shiyu's lips and looked around, but fortunately he didn't bite the blood.

He put his hand to Ye Shiyu's mouth, and said softly, "If it hurts, bite my hand, don't bite your own lips."

Ye Shiyu opened his mouth weakly, tapped the surrounding finger joints lightly, tossed and tossed for several hours, and then fell asleep.

Ye Shiyu fell into a drowsy sleep. After a while, he was helped up by the surroundings, took the medicine with warm water, and then was stuffed into the quilt again.

Zhou Quan bent down, wiped Ye Shiyu's face and hands with a hot towel, covered his stomach with warm palms, hugged him and fell asleep.

Ye Shiyu felt that his stomach really didn't hurt so much.

Just today, Ye Shiyu wanted to be hurt, tortured, and experience pain.

He can't hurt others, he only wants to hurt himself.

At twelve o'clock in the morning, Ye Shiyu woke up once.

His stomach didn't hurt anymore, but he felt flustered, and an absurd and bizarre premonition arose spontaneously.

The heartbeat accelerated suddenly, and Ye Shiyu clutched his chest tightly, showing the vigilance, panic and uneasiness of the small animals before the disaster.

The surroundings took care of Ye Shiyu half the night, sleeping on the inside of the bed at the moment, breathing steadily, Ye Shiyu turned sideways and looked at the backs of the surroundings in a daze.

With a bang, a big stone grazed Ye Shiyu's lips and landed on the bedside table.

The surroundings woke up from their sleep and hurriedly turned to look at Ye Shiyu.

Ye Shiyu's lips were covered in blood, and he jumped out of bed with a scream, and the surrounding people hurriedly turned on the lamps beside the pillow, and shouted: "Don't move, Xiaoyu."