hello little angel

Walking on the dirt road, Zhao Xingyu finally saw the whole picture of Changshui Village.

This is a village located in the river beach plain of the valley. Looking around, it is a blurred mountain shadow in the clouds and mist.The egret landed in the paddy field, pecking at the ground step by step, fighting against the small insects in the field. In several fence yards along the road, yellow and white dogs always barked at him.

"Wow -- where did the doll come from so handsome!" The old lady in Tanabe Tongshui straightened her back, looking at Chao Xingyu with loving eyes.

"Hi, mother-in-law, I am a friend of the second child of the Yan family." Chao Xingyu has always treated his elders well-behaved, and he spoke Mandarin crisply and melodiously, and the old man smiled until his wrinkles piled up.

"Yan Er...ah!" The old man remembered something, and his expression changed, "The doll disappeared a few days ago, did you come to see him? What a doll, the only one in the village who has gone out to study ...Hey, at the age of 19... I heard that you are in poor health?"

Chao Xingyu looked at Yan Shizhi who was silent behind him, fearing that it would arouse his sadness, he quickly ended the topic, took a few corn candies from the old man, and said goodbye in a hurry.

Yan Shizhi has no expression. He looks heroic and has a well-defined face, but his complexion is pale, and he looks very bluffing when he has no expression.

Zhao Xingyu saw that he had some difficulty driving the wheelchair over the stones, so he peeled off a corn candy and threw it into his mouth, and stuffed the rest into Yan Shizhi's arms.

He held the wheelchair from behind and pushed forward consciously.

"……thanks."

Chao Xingyu smiled at him: "You're welcome."

After a while, Chao Xingyu thought about it and asked, "Yan Er...has he been in poor health?"

"Not really. Just mild asthma."

Bowing his head towards Xingyu, he only saw Yan Shizhi's jet-black hair and high nose bridge, "Then uncle and aunt, do you worry about him going out to study?"

"In a family of four, there is always one who needs to go to study to find something to do." Yan Shizhi paused and continued, "Although there is only one of the four left now."

"..." Zhao Xingyu didn't know how to answer. He was an outsider, and it seemed that no answer was right, so he simply kept silent.

Now it seems that the four members of the Yan family, whether Yan Er died of illness has not yet been determined, and the parents of the Yan family had already left before that.The only remaining child of the Yan family is this wheelchair-bound Yan Shizhi...

Yan Er studied outside since he was a child, and rarely returned to the village.From this point of view, the lie of "Classmate Yan Er" that I unintentionally spread just happened to round up my identity as an "outsider".

Phew... Zhao Xingyu breathed a sigh of relief.The rest depends on how to find a reason to stay here, bah bah, stay at Yan's house.

*

It is said to be a market, but in fact it is just a place where villagers of Changshui Village spontaneously gather at the mouth of the river to buy and sell.

The stalls are simply a few colorful plastic bags with advertisements printed on the stone floor. Most of them sell vegetables. Some people are standing and some are sitting on the ground. The market is only more than [-] meters long, but it is surprisingly lively.

Yan Shizhi handed the money bag to Chao Xingyu at the entrance of the market, and said: "There are too many people here, and it is very troublesome for me to go in. Go and buy by yourself, remember to buy all the daily necessities you need, and the rest you want to buy." Just buy whatever you want, the money should be enough.”

Zhao Xingyu wanted to say that you are too kind, big brother, what would you do if I were a bad person?But after thinking about it, I'm not just a little liar.So he could only bear the torment of his conscience with tears in his eyes, took the money bag, and went to the market full of curiosity.

Yan Shizhi was at the entrance of the market, his gaze never turning away, silently watching Chao Xingyu's back until he could no longer see him.

Little things like towels and toothbrushes are sold out quickly.Chao Xingyu squatted on the clothes booth, looking back and forth at those clothes.He found that almost all the clothes in Changshui Market had some strange patterns, which were similar to water ripples, but much more messy. They embroidered various silk threads on collars and trouser legs.

"What is this?" Chao Xingyu pointed to those embroidery patterns and asked the stall owner.

The stall owner was an uncle in his thirties, wearing a sleeveless blouse, barefoot, with thick yellow calluses on his hands and feet, with a dry cigarette in his mouth, and his voice was forceful: "An outsider?"

Zhao Xingyu nodded.

"It's strange, I came here on my own initiative..." The stall owner looked at him for a few seconds, then quickly looked away, and introduced his products: "It's the embroidery pattern of Changshui Village, which represents the god who drives water, controls water and protects the village. "

"Totem worship?" Zhao Xingyu said to himself.

"What?" The stall owner cleared his ears and looked at him with a frown.

"Old Wu, the village chief asked someone to call you over! Are you having trouble with others again?" A woman walked over from the beach, her voice was full of anger, and it almost overwhelmed the hustle and bustle of the crowd.

"Tsk, it's not over yet..." The stall owner, Old Wu, scratched his head, handed over the stall to his wife, and walked away irritably shaking the tobacco.

When passing by Chao Xingyu, I heard him muttering: "Father, the Yan family's affairs are not long enough to teach..."

what?

Just as Zhao Xingyu was about to get up and chase after him to ask, the proprietress grabbed his wrist.

"Ah! The young man's skin is so fine, white and thin, what do you usually use to apply it? Can you introduce it to your aunt?" The proprietress was talking, and suddenly discovered something: "An outsider?"

Old Wu had disappeared.Chao Xingyu had no choice but to squat down again and nodded again.

"No wonder, there are no long water marks on your clothes."

clothing?Chao Xingyu checked his clothes and found that there was really no embroidery at all.

But didn't Brother Yan say that these are his clothes?

[It may also be Yan Er's, brought back to the village from outside. ] The system reminded him.

Chao Xingyu was stunned.Isn't he wearing the clothes of someone who just passed away...

The proprietress saw the handsome boy's expression suddenly stiff, and poked his forehead a little funnyly: "Young man, do you still want to buy the clothes? Look at this pretty face, can I give you a discount?"

"Buy, I buy!"

He can't wait to change this clothes immediately!

"Buy it?" Yan Shizhi took the big and small bags from Chao Xingyu's hand, and hung them all on the handle of the wheelchair, "What do you want to eat at noon, do you like sweet and sour fish?"

Chao Xingyu hummed from his nose, and didn't actively push him anymore, but passed Yan Shizhi and walked forward quickly.

Yan Shizhi was stunned, holding Huakong's money bag in his hands, looking at Chao Xingyu's slender back, no matter how he looked, he looked angry.

Why did you suddenly get angry when you were doing well just now?Also, children from the city may be more delicate...

*

Chao Xingyu doesn't care what Yan Shizhi thinks, he was spoiled by Fu Baisheng in his previous life, so now whenever he feels that he is being teased, he rarely forgets to get closer to the key person in the mission, and only cares about venting his anger.

After changing clothes, Chao Xingyu finally felt comfortable.

[It's so beautiful, the clothes here are very suitable for Xiao Yu! 】The system sincerely admires it.

The clothes of Changshui Village have somewhat special styles, such as the one worn by Chao Xingyu.

Moon-white soft cloth, the neckline is a few loose buttons, embroidered with aqua blue embroidery patterns, lining Chao Xingyu's white and slender neck, revealing some clavicle just right, and because of the middle sleeves, two small lotus root white His arms were outside, and his waist was tightened, showing his flexible waist.

The legs of the dark blue trousers are slightly open, and under the soft calf, a pair of woven straw sandals are stepped on. The snow-white instep is exposed, and the dark blue blood vessels and his lonely ankle can be clearly seen.

Chao Xingyu blinked at the mirror, like an elf that had transformed from the deep mountains and rivers.

The fine hair on the forehead was too long, covering his eyes from time to time.

Zhao Xingyu found a few white hairpins on the table and cabinet, the workmanship is exquisite, and it doesn't look like something from Changshui Village.

"Brother Yan!" He shouted to the people behind the hall across the yard: "Can I borrow the hair card in the room?"

He didn't hear Yan Shizhi's reply.After a while, the man appeared at the door pushing a wheelchair.

"Let me see," he said.

Zhao Xingyu pinched the hairpin and knelt down in front of his knees: "The hair is too obtrusive, I want to use this to pin it up...Is this auntie's thing?"

"Yes." Yan Shizhi's eyes were still calm, Zhao Xingyu looked at his face, but couldn't find any clues.

Yan Shizhi was too steady, whether it was in his eyes or his expression, he was as calm as if he had no emotions.

The hairpin in the palm of my hand was taken away.

A big hand caressed Zhao Xingyu's eyelids, and the thick and hot palm stroked his raised eyelashes.

Fine strands of hair leaked out from Yan Shizhi's fingers like silk, and were lifted by him again, and finally fixed aside with a hairpin.

Chao Xingyu closed his eyes, raised his head and let the man tidy his hair.

Noticing that Yan Shizhi stopped moving, but his palm was still touching his ear, Chao Xingyu asked him obediently: "Brother Yan, are you alright?"

Yan Shizhi said in a low voice, "Okay."

Chao Xingyu opened one eye, and looked at Yan Shizhi with the tail of his eyes slightly raised.

Wang Zhaoshanquan's eyes and pink-snow-like forehead are completely exposed, the moonlight falls between his black silk-like hair, and his white cheeks are soft, his whole body is like the only piece of snow floating down from the top of a snow-capped mountain snowflake.

"Thank you, Brother Yan."

"You're welcome."

Yan Shizhi withdrew his hand, and his rough fingertips brushed over the tip of Chao Xingyu's ear as if unintentionally.

*

After lunch, the smoke dissipated, and most people in the village had the habit of taking a nap. The sounds of people in the fields gradually faded away, and only the occasional passing birds sang and pierced the sky.

Zhao Xingyu kicked the stones and walked alone on the path. He had to take advantage of his lunch break to walk through Changshui Village first.

"Why is there so many children in the village, only the youngest son of the Yan family was sent to study?"

[Because... his family is rich? 】The system said.

Zhao Xingyu shook his head.

He had observed that Yan's house was in the middle of the river, far away from the busiest beach.There are so many yards along the way, all of which raise pigs and cattle, but the Yan family only has a chicken coop, which is really not rich by comparison.

Chao Xingyu touched the hairpin on his head, "People in the Yan family have the consciousness of sending their children to study, and hope that the children can leave the village. I think that Yan Shizhi's mother is most likely a so-called outsider."

[Is this important? 】The system is confused.

"I don't know." Chao Xingyu closed his eyes, thoughtfully: "I always feel that most people in this village are very xenophobic."

Zhao Xingyu thought of the stall owner "Old Wu" in the morning, the flash of repulsion in his eyes when he talked about outsiders, and the so-called "Yan family affairs" in his mouth...

Before he knew it, Zhao Xingyu had already reached the entrance of the village.

The entrance to the village is a gate built with wooden pillars, and the top wooden sign is engraved with the words "Changshui Village".Outside the door is a narrow dirt road at the foot of the mountain, leading to the invisible outside of the mountain.

At this time, five or six people gathered at the entrance of the village, most of them were strong men in their 40s and [-]s, and they were sitting on the ground at the entrance of the village.Since it was late spring and early summer afternoons, these shirtless men got a little impatient from the sun, and Zhao Xingyu heard them swearing.

"The people in this city are arrogant. Damn, can't you carry your luggage by yourself? I need you to do it." As he said that, the man spat on the ground contemptuously.

"The village chief has specifically instructed that how many outsiders from the city can be attracted to our village, it all depends on this... this... what is it called?"

"Uneducated, that's called a 'reporter'! Take pictures!"

"Ah yes, journalists, are you doing tourism promotion..."

"If you want me to tell you, what's the use of taking pictures? They're all fields and mud. Then people from the city will come when they see it? Don't you think so, Old Wu?"

"Stop chatting." Old Wu tapped on Hanyan, pointing to the trembling van approaching in the distance, "Here's the person, go pick him up."

Chao Xingyu saw two men unfurling a red banner, one on the left and one on the right. The banner was crooked. He looked at it from a distance for a long time before he could see the big characters on it:

"Warmly welcome reporter Jiang Feng to visit!"

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勤快的我！（骄傲jpg.感谢在2021-11-0508：38：39～2021-11-0610：33：17期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦～

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: weak1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: Oh, 10 bottles; no pearls, 5 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!