sunny as rain

Ye Shiyu has a habit. Many students have this habit. Every night before going to bed, he must fill the fountain pen with water, because he will use it for school the next day. looking for a house.

There was a cold around, so he took medicine early and fell asleep. The west room only lit a dim night light, and Ye Shiyu walked lightly to the east room.

He wanted to knock on the door, but just as he touched the doorknob, he heard voices from inside.

Ye Shiyu held the doorknob, lying on the door like a gecko, and heard Ye Zhihui say, "How did you get in?"

Hearing that it was Ye Zhihui's voice, Ye Shiyu breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, thinking that he was suspicious.

But Ye Zhihui's tone was angry, even a little impatient, unlike the usual tone of talking to Jiang Yahui.

Soon, Ye Shiyu heard Jiang Yahui's voice, his tone was bored, and he spoke very fast: "Get out of here."

Ye Zhihui's tone was displeased: "Brother, are you crazy?"

Ye Shiyu pushed open the door in a strange manner, and went straight to the pen and water bottle next to the TV cabinet.

Ye Shiyu couldn't help turning his head to look at the sound of rattling on the kang. Under the dim light, the quilt on the kang was bulging high. Jiang Yahui was lying on the bed with messy hair, which was waist-length and was never willing to cut. The hair, now tangled together like messy seaweed, hangs down along the edge of the kang.

Ye Zhihui was sitting next to him, and a man was pressing on Jiang Yahui's body. His reflective glasses looked like the perverted killer described in the movie.

Ye Shiyu watched helplessly as the man hurriedly climbed off Jiang Yahui's body, still holding on to his khaki slacks.

The three of them looked at Ye Shiyu at the same time. Compared with Ye Zhihui's panic, Jiang Yahui was very calm, with a posture of seeing death as if she was at home, she opened her eyes and lay on her back on the kang, looking at the ceiling with a half-smile.

The man looked like he was caught and raped in bed, and ran out with his butt dripping. No matter how he tried to hide it, Ye Shiyu recognized him at a glance.

He is very familiar with this man, because he is Ye Zhihui's biological brother, Ye Zhirong, the eldest son of the Ye family, also Ye Shiyu's uncle.

Ye Zhirong is a few years older than Ye Zhihui, and he is still unmarried.

The appearance is not bad, but it is a pity that he is highly myopic. He had two long-term and stable cohabiting girlfriends. The first one was called "Hanged Ghost". The red lips scare many people when they come out at night, hence the name.

The second is Hongxia, who is mentally ill and always wanders around the bridge in the next village. She looks good, but it's a pity that she is all taken up by foolishness. The parents at home can't stand taking care of her for more than 30 years. They just want to give her up before they die. Find someone to rely on, and just send it to Ye Zhirong's house.

The two cohabiting girlfriends ran away by themselves, and Ye Zhilan also helped with family mediation at that time, but when she heard it, she clicked her tongue, left the word "abnormal" and left.

At this moment, it is not an exaggeration to say that the sky is falling apart.

Ye Shiyu didn't know why he was crying, but the tears couldn't help but flow out. He stood motionless, crying silently.

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound, his ears were blocked, his mouth was sealed, only his eyes could move, and when the eyeballs rolled, tears flowed out.

He vaguely knew what happened, but didn't understand what happened specifically, but he still felt an inexplicable sense of shame.

He understands that if anyone knows about today's incident, they will completely stay away from him, alienate him, and even point fingers behind his back. This will become a stain on his life, and he will be poked and scolded wherever he goes.

There is a small rectangular room sandwiched between the east and west rooms, and Jiang Yahui transformed it into a small kitchen.

Ye Shiyu curled up in this small kitchen, the greasy smell of the overnight meal was disgusting, he tightly covered his mouth and nose with his hands, and looked into the living room through the hexagonal glass window.

Minimal discussions were carried into his ears, and after a while the kitchen door opened, and Ye Zhirong was standing in front of him.

He bent down and took out a crumpled 50 yuan bill from his pocket, handed it to Ye Shiyu, and said in a threatening voice, "Don't tell anyone about this today, do you hear me?"

The voice was as weird as a magic flute, as if it came from a distant place. There was no explanation, no apology, more like a lame bribe and an arrogant warning.

Ye Shiyu stared at him blankly, without answering, Ye Zhirong stuffed the money into his pocket, opened the door and left.

He squatted in the kitchen, he didn't wait for Jiang Yahui, he didn't wait for Ye Zhihui, and he couldn't wait for anyone's explanation from the beginning to the end.

Ye Shiyu pulled up the hem of his pajamas, wiped away his tears, and decided to tell the secret to his surroundings. He urgently needed someone to help him sort out his thoughts and tell him how to go next.

His world is crumbling, and so is his understanding of the adult world.His innocence is about to turn into a kind of depravity, who can help him remove the mask of an adult?

Those who once smiled at him, like distant lights, finally bared their evil fangs and said to him, "Hey, you are really innocent."

A ludicrous, brutal truth that begins to dissolve into the reality of life.

The happiness of adults is really bad.

He suddenly didn't want to grow up.

Surrounded by a deep sleep, Ye Shiyu got into his arms as usual, until the hot skin ironed him into obedience, he thought for a while, then stretched out his hand to shake the surroundings awake.

"around."

The surrounding eyes were closed, and the lips were slightly parted in a "huh".

Ye Shiyu said with a breathy voice: "around, I want to tell you a secret."

There was no response from the surroundings, and Ye Shiyu was not in a hurry, he burrowed his head under the armpits around him, and said in a low voice, "I saw just now that my uncle and my mother were lying in the same bed, and my father was watching beside him."

In the darkness, Ye Shiyu felt it, and the breathtaking eyes around him opened instantly, but like a quail, he buried his head deeper.

I pulled it around a few times but didn't pull it, I only felt the coolness of the arm, Ye Shiyu cried, his thin body was crying like a flower branch that broke his waist after the rain, people couldn't help but want to help him help.

The surroundings tried their best to lift him out of their arms. Ye Shiyu's clean and comfortable almond eyes were covered with tears, and the single eyelid that hadn't opened yet made the child's eyes clear and innocent, like a small animal with aura, pure and innocent. Yes, glutinous.

The surroundings wiped away Ye Shiyu's tears with the sleeves of their pajamas, with focused and serious expressions.

Ye Shiyu sniffed his nose, and the crying stopped just like that, and he got into the arms around him again.An arm was around him, coaxing and patting him on the back, muttering, "Touch the boy's hair, don't scare him, touch the boy's back, scare him for a while."

In Ye Shiyu's deep, hoarse and slightly nasal voice, he gradually closed his eyes, his body seemed to be floating in the warm tide, and the comfortable wind and warm sunshine gradually wrapped him up.

He couldn't help sinking down slowly, and slowly moved his body until the tip of his nose touched the surrounding lower abdomen.

Ye Shiyu got in from the hem of the surrounding pajamas, like a worm without head and tail, and his little furry head came out from the neckline, rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked up at the surroundings for a long time, gentle and dull, and then Obediently nestled on the surrounding collarbone and fell asleep.

A normal teenager, a half-grown child, one big and one small wrapped in a loose old pajamas, like a father and son, brother and brother cuddling tightly.

Sudden feeling of hunger around me is not a signal from the stomach, but from the heart.

Hungry and thirsty, a certain idea is bulging in the chest, the external order of the adult and the disorder of the internal self collide fiercely, painful and greedy, but they are locked in the dim iron order , at a loss.

Waking up the next morning, Ye Shiyu thought he had a dream.

——The corn harvest season is approaching quietly, and every household is beating gongs and drums, and returning home with a full load of yellow corn.

Spring plowing and autumn harvesting throughout the year, working like cattle and horses, is counting on a bumper harvest to improve the quality of life.

Unfortunately, the harvest this year is not good. We have encountered drought, floods, and locust plagues. The corn stalks are short and small, and there are not many corns on the corn stalks.

The yard of Ye Shiyu's house was also full of corn with husks. Jiang Yahui and Ye Zhihui sat in the yard from morning till night to husk the corn. The husks were removed and transported to the unified garbage dump at the entrance of the village with a cart, or they kept them for fire at home.The corn was thrown aside, packed in rice bags, and sold at a high price when the market was good.

Surroundings and Ye Shiyu will help the adults for a while when they come home from school, although Ye Shiyu is weak and weak, but the speed of skinning is very fast.

Helpless delicate skin and tender flesh, thin and translucent skin is as smooth as fat, like natural grease, snow-white and snow-white, and my hands are allergic after a while, and there are many small red bumps on the back of the hands and arms, which are red and extremely itchy .

Ye Shiyu couldn't help scratching with his hands, and after a while, it was dripping with blood. He glanced around, and went into the room quietly to take out a tube of ointment. It felt cool to the touch, and it didn't itch after applying it. .

The surroundings snatched the corn from Ye Shiyu's hand, and only let him sit aside, not to do anything, or go into the house to sleep.

Ye Shiyu was sitting on the pony saddle bored, and suddenly realized that it was only half a year ago, and the second elder brother's shoulders were much wider, but why was he still a tender seedling?

He disliked himself a little, couldn't help but turned the little Maza in the other direction, and leaned back to back on the surrounding shoulders. In comparison, his shoulders were indeed much narrower.

He sighed and looked up at the stars in the sky. The night was soft and beautiful, and the stars were twinkling, but it seemed that the sky was high and the sea was vast, and it was out of reach.

This pitch-black night, and the people who follow him like a shadow, are too quiet.

Thinking about it, Ye Shiyu pouted, rested his head on the surrounding shoulders, and fell asleep.

The second brother's back is so easy to sleep on.

Faintly heard Ye Zhihui's voice: "Don't get used to him too much, don't pay attention to him, a brat, he will stick to you every day."

The breath around him was unstable, panting quickly: "It's okay, he's quite cute."

Feeling wobbly for a while, Ye Shiyu couldn't help but burrowed into the surrounding armpits, carried him to the bed, covered him gently with the quilt, and went back to the yard to pick corn.

Ye Shiyu didn't have to go to school on weekends, and it was rare for Ye Shiyu to sleep late. When he woke up, his arms were no longer itchy, and he planned to help in the yard.

The surroundings were picking corn in the yard, Ye Zhihui was not there, Jiang Yahui was leaning against the side door of the yard, talking to a man.

Jiang Yahui was frowning, scratching her ears and cheeks, like ants on a hot pot, circling on tiptoes, and the weeds on the ground were crushed by her.

The man was always cheerful, and one could tell from a distance that he was ugly.

His shoulders were obviously slumped, his back was hunched, as if he couldn't straighten up, and he didn't look like a good person at first glance. He looked a lot like Quasimodo, the bell ringer.

Ye Shiyu changed her clothes and got out of bed, and went straight to Jiang Yahui's side.

Seeing her son coming, Jiang Yahui laughed frivolously, greeted Ye Shiyu absent-mindedly and called the man "Uncle Niu".

Only then did Ye Shiyu remember that this person was an old bachelor in the village, everyone called him Old Niutou, looking closely at this person's appearance, he was extremely wretched, he was either an old hooligan or an old rascal.

Adding an old word is because this person is at least 65 years old. Although he is wearing a hat and cannot tell the color of his hair, the folds and brown spots on his face are enough to explain everything. Moreover, this person is a bit overgrown, like a Old and ugly wild dog.

Ye Shiyu didn't like him, and was annoying just by looking at him, but this man complimented him meanly for his good looks.

Jiang Yahui sneered, folded her hands on her chest, and made way for the old bull to enter the house for a drink.

When passing by, Ye Shiyu saw the tattoo on the right side of his face, it was an X tattoo that had faded into navy blue, it looked like a big cross, uglier than the big cross that the teacher angrily made on the math paper .

Ye Shiyu looked around furiously, just in time to hear the shouts of selling cut cakes on the street, and the surroundings took the initiative to pull him to buy rice cakes.

The soft, glutinous, fragrant and sweet cut cake is Ye Shiyu's favorite.

The peddler who sells sliced ​​cakes has no fixed opening time. When he is in a good mood, he rides his remodeled inverted tricycle through the streets and alleys, shouting and selling while riding, and when he is in a bad mood, he doesn't see anyone for ten days and a half months.

"Cut cakes, cut cakes!"

Ye Shiyu swallowed, changed from passive to active, and walked forward pulling the arms around her.

Big cut cake with a square shape, a layer of white glutinous rice, a layer of red beans, the top layer is red and green roses, and sometimes a few big red dates, as for whether you can cut red dates, it all depends on luck.

With luck today, half a red date fell on Ye Shiyu's cut cake.

Ye Shiyu was walking home with the sliced ​​cake, but the surroundings suddenly grabbed him, hugged him to the top of the wall with one hand, and then sat on the top of the wall with his arms.

The two sat side by side, touched Ye Shiyu's hair and said, "Let's eat here, and we'll go back after eating."

Ye Shiyu was naturally happy, opened his mouth wide, almost let out his mouth, and gave the first bite of the cut cake to the surroundings, including the half of the red date.

The surrounding asked Ye Shiyu to eat first, and he ate a mouthful of roses with green silk, because he knew that Ye Shiyu hated roses with green silk the most, so he took a sip, and the taste was really not good.

A large piece of cake was cut into the stomach, and the two walked home side by side. Ye Shiyu burped while rubbing his belly, and smiled and said nothing, just wiped the icing on the corners of his mouth for him.

Jiang Yahui sent the old bull's head out of the door, turned around and glanced at the surroundings with an incomprehensible gaze. The expression had a deep meaning, and the surroundings secretly lowered their heads, and clenched their fists tightly.

If he hadn't just seen the old Niutou at the gate of the courtyard, Ye Shiyu would have almost forgotten about him.

His eyes were hostile, and his dislike for the old bull head had already been written on his face. He wished he could turn into a grinning dog and bark a few times, scaring him out of his house.

When he was young, he didn't know where this hatred came from, but he soon understood.