sunny as rain

After Jiang Yahui got well, Ye Shiyu moved back to the east room again. One was because he was afraid of affecting the surrounding studies, and the other was that he was young, so it was no inconvenience to live in the same room with his parents.

In the eyes of adults, elementary school students don't understand anything, but elementary school students understand everything, especially those that adults don't want them to understand, and they can speak clearly and learn well.

Ye Shiyu's class has a total of 30 students, including two young couples, and two boys chasing after the girls in the class. Love writing is much better than Chinese composition, and love speech is also better than in Qiong Yao's TV series. The lines are still crooked.

Ye Shiyu began to observe his parents ever since he knew that someone in the class was dating, and he couldn't sleep well at night.

People who are usually sleepless at night, woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t fall asleep, Ye Shiyu counted sheep with his eyes closed, ready to fight with Sleep God to the end, after counting the white sheep and counting the black sheep, using both Chinese and English, sleep becomes Sheep, sheep changed to sleep, maybe how many sheep ran out of the sheep pen, the more the count, the more energetic it is, which is more painful than doing math problems.

Ye Shiyu felt uneasy. He saw Jiang Yahui and Ye Zhihui exchanging eyes before going to bed and went out. He remembered that Jiang Yahui was wearing a silver sequined dress. The skirt was too short, revealing her white thighs. The blue blood vessels on the thighs were clearly visible .

Ye Zhihui hesitated to speak, kept sighing, and finally went to the yard to smoke dry cigarettes with his buttocks up. Recently, he smoked so much that he could always hear him coughing up phlegm in the middle of the night, but he didn't listen to persuasion.

There is a clean shoe box on the window all the year round, which is filled with cheap tobacco leaves. He does not expect the taste, nor does he want to enjoy it. Ye Zhihui always rolls the cigarette with a sigh. After swallowing the clouds, coughing while smoking, Ye Shiyu was always worried that one day he would cough up his lungs.

Ye Shiyu didn't understand at that time, why do people always waste their lives for others?Perhaps it is precisely because life cannot start from scratch again, so everyone is trying their best not to give up halfway.

The same is true for Ye Zhihui. After starting a relationship, he can no longer let it go easily. Even though he is tortured, he still has to forge ahead.

It was probably one o'clock in the middle of the night, when Jiang Yahui came back stepping on her high heels, the characteristic sound of low-quality heels rubbing against the tiled floor, rattling and echoing.

Ye Shiyu pretended to be asleep and closed his eyes skillfully, only to see the glare of the flashlight flashing on his face, Ye Zhihui whispered, "The child is asleep."

With a rustling sound, Ye Shiyu guessed that Jiang Yahui was taking off her clothes.

After a while, Jiang Yahui lay down on the kang without washing, and responded hoarsely, sounding very tired.

The flashlight swung again, and this time it was aimed at Ye Shiyu's eyes. Ye Shiyu knew that he was testing him, so he turned his back in a pretentious manner, groaned, and pretended to be talking in a dream.

After being shaken by a strong light at close range, and still lying down like a dead body, that's too fake.

With his back to them, Ye Shiyu babbled, pretending to be asleep, but in fact his ears were pricked up like a dog, and his heart was like a mirror.

Ye Zhihui may feel relieved now, but he still deliberately lowered his voice: "I followed you just now, and I saw you went to find Xu Mingde."

Jiang Yahui grumbled in her throat, probably because she was sleepy and didn't want to continue this topic, her voice sounded weak: "Did you see it?"

Ye Zhihui looked sideways at Jiang Yahui and asked, "Is he wearing white pajamas?"

Jiang Yahui didn't say anything, her eyes were like obsidian, shining brightly in the dark night.

Ye Zhihui sighed helplessly, like puffing out smoke, and then let out a long sigh of relief, with a calm tone: "Are you worthy of the child like this? What will the child think of you when they find out?"

Jiang Yahui's chest fluctuated violently, and her breathing was unsteady. With Ye Shiyu's back turned to them, she could feel that Jiang Yahui was already getting lucky, her teeth creaked, and her voice was suppressed: "Do you think I want to? Isn't it because of this?" Home, for the sake of the children, I won't go... Do you rely on you to earn money to support the family?"

If Ye Shiyu turned around and took a look at this time, he would see Jiang Yahui's eyes were dull and wide open, which was even scarier than when she was in hysteria.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Ye Zhihui's voice, that kind of particularly obscene and rogue laughter. Ye Shiyu's eyes were red and his nose was sore, but when he heard the laughter, he was so frightened that he choked back.

Jiang Yahui roared coquettishly: "I don't want to either."

Ye Zhihui asked knowingly: "I know." Jiang Yahui couldn't pronounce clearly, her tongue seemed to be soaked in saliva, and her voice was sticky and greasy: "Stop talking, I'm sleepy, go to sleep."

Ye Zhihui joked: "Does Xu Mingde look as good as me?"

Jiang Yahui laughed frivolously: "No."

The obscenities were chatted for a while, and then both of them laughed.

Ye Shiyu broke out in a cold sweat, his body was cold, his face was hot, his stomach was hurting badly, and he felt nauseous, but he never dared to move.

He thought that as long as he didn't move, he could pretend that nothing had happened, that he hadn't heard anything, and that he could slowly consume this secret over the long years. In fact, this was a waking nightmare, and he couldn't help but stop it. .

The surroundings don't know when Ye Shiyu fell asleep, but they only know that there is an extra person in his arms in his sleep. The skin feels cold to the touch, but it is very comfortable to hold.

In a daze, Ye Shiyu called him "around".

There was a confused response from the surroundings, Ye Shiyu just burrowed into his arms, he couldn't break free, so he just let nature take its course.

When I woke up in the morning, the bed was empty, and I suspected that last night was just a dream.

Life is like a tram, moving slowly and steadily. Everyone in the day has a corresponding role, and no one can replace anyone. According to their own personality, they do things that do not deviate from the track.

If you have to say that the days have changed?

That is, Ye Shiyu would not go back to live in the East House. The reason was simple and straightforward. He wanted to start studying hard. Every night, he pretended to write his homework with a pen. He didn’t know how many copies were stained on the draft paper. Later, he simply used thin cardboard. Put it under the homework book, in case the next page is full of small dots blurred by pen water.

After persisting like this for a period of time, Ye Shiyu practiced a good handwriting, and the blackboard newspaper was written neatly and beautifully. The handwriting was like a human being, smart and delicate, quiet and profound.

Later, every day after school, the teacher asked him to stay in school for an extra half an hour, and write out the self-study board report for the next morning, which was basically the exercises on the test paper.

Although the desk is not big, there is still a small space around for Ye Shiyu. In order not to affect the surrounding study, Ye Shiyu only occupies a corner, pressing the edge of the desk to write and draw.

When he was free, he just peeked around. Second brother's face was a treasure in the world to him, the kind he would defend to the death.

Looking closely, the surrounding facial lines are sharp. When not speaking, beauty becomes a story, as if hiding countless secrets. Occasionally, when frowning and doing questions, she is quite aggressive, and Ye Shiyu is a little scared.

However, there are also moments of willfulness and playfulness around.

Not long ago, Ye Zhihui bought a second-hand variable-speed bicycle from someone else. Ye Shiyu was quite regretful, because he could no longer see the dilapidated lady's bicycle riding around, looking terribly immortal.

Every morning, Ye Shiyu was driven to school on a variable-speed bicycle with a straight handlebar around him. When he arrived at the gate of the middle school, his long legs were pushed to the ground, his head was turned to the side of his face, and he was called handsome. The car seat slid down, and she walked slowly towards the school gate, turning her head three times a step at a time.

Everyone around would watch him enter the school gate every time, and occasionally raised his chin to signal him to walk faster.

Ye Shiyu seemed to be parting from life and death, and every day he had to stage a lingering drama of reluctance, and his eyes looked as if he was going to outer space and could not return to the earth.

As soon as he entered the school gate, Ye Shiyu trotted a few steps immediately, hid behind the corner, and eagerly looked at the profiles of the surrounding people. The unique calm temperament of the surrounding people made him feel at ease and comfortable.

The surroundings are like his reassurance pills, licking a sip every day can make you feel relaxed and happy all day.He sometimes wondered why such a good-looking eldest son was given away by his own mother, and he even overheard the conversation between Zhou Yingwu and Ye Zhilan, saying that Zhou Yingwu's son was not around at all.

Ye Zhihui is currently working in the stone field, and he rides his motorcycle away every day before dawn, so he only has time to fool around and eat casually, and has no time to cook for Ye Shiyu.

Ye Shiyu was close to his home and knew that the conditions at home were not good. At first, he brought lunch in an insulated bucket and saved it for noon. Later, Jiang Yahui was too lazy to cook every morning, so he asked him to go home to eat at noon every day.

On this day, Ye Shiyu went home for lunch as usual, but his parents quarreled again.The reason was that Ye Zhihui was working in the stone field and accidentally hit his lower body. He felt uncomfortable and went home to rest. This torment might not determine when he would be able to go back to work.

Money was tight, so Jiang Yahui was naturally furious.

Ye Shiyu didn't interrupt the whole time, Ye Zhihui sat on the kang smoking with a stinky face, Jiang Yahui's complexion was not much better, she was worried that she had nowhere to vent her anger, and was sulking.

There is not even cold leftovers on the stove, let alone warm and fragrant meals.

Those who know the current affairs are Junjie, Ye Shiyu resolutely escaped, and returned to school along the same road, hungry and growling all afternoon.He had no choice but to arch his knees, hold his stomach with both hands, and make a standard movement to relieve stomach pain, for fear that his classmates would hear his stomach screaming.

The tablemate joked: "Are you here as an aunt?"

Ye Shiyu thought to himself, 'Big Aunt' had already run away hungry.

In the evening, after school was late, Ye Shiyu walked home alone, less than two miles away, walking like an old ox pulling a cart. It was the time when he was growing up, so hungry that his chest was stuck to his back, and he was scolded by Jiang Yahui when he returned home. After a while, the flames of war were successfully transferred to him.

Ye Shiyu retorted and replied a few words, Jiang Yahui ran to the living room crying in aggrieved manner, Ye Zhihui immediately took the words and scolded Ye Shiyu, accusing him of making his mother angry.

Ye Shiyu naturally knew that he was wrong, but he couldn't say a word of apology, so he wrote a letter, regardless of whether Jiang Yahui could understand it or not, he wrote a large article, which was written in a long way. I love you, mom, I'm sorry."

After such a period of time, Ye Luo knew the autumn, but the surprise of the harvest did not bring any joy to the family.

The lessons learned from the past are not far away. Who would have thought that the same mistakes would still be repeated.

The author has something to say: I didn't know until I grew up that I had to count sheep for insomnia, because sleep, sleep, sleep is to imply that I am sheep, sheep, sheep.