Xingyu Street

Nine o'clock in the evening should be the time when Mo Xiaoyu is used to sleeping, because at 08:30, Duan Xuyan found that his blinking speed became very slow, and his reaction was slower than usual. Duan Xuyan had to wait a few seconds before talking to him. Until he slowly hummed.

Duan Xuyan felt that Mo Xiaoyu was obviously very tired and wanted to sleep, but because he was still trying to pull himself together, he looked a little cute, so he got up after watching for a while and proposed to leave.

"Xiaoyu should go to bed early, and Xuyan will go back to rest."

Mo Xiaoyu sat on the bench with a blank expression on his expressionless face. He looked at Duan Xuyan for a while, then gave a long hum, opened his eyes a little bit, and then stood up rubbing his eyes.

"Xiao Yu is sleepy..."

"I know Xiaoyu is sleepy." Duan Xuyan left a big bag of strawberries, and only took away two boxes of strawberries wrapped in plastic wrap, "Goodbye, Xiaoyu."

Mo Xiaoyu raised his arm and waved it stiffly, his eyes became more energetic, "Goodbye, Xuyan."

Duan Xuyan pushed open some old doors and walked out. The darker the sky, the dimmer the light of the old light bulb hanging on the door became. Duan Xuyan looked up at the light bulb, noticed the size and then walked out.

Mo Xiaoyu came out with him, and was very worried when he saw Duan Xuyan walking into the darkness, his brows were wrinkled, "Xuyan, it's dark, I can't see."

Duan Xuyan stood outside the far door and turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone, "Look, I have a light."

Mo Xiaoyu remembered the powerful lamp that brought him home, and nodded with a serious face, "Okay!"

Duan Xuyan smiled at him, "Okay, let's go back quickly." After speaking, he turned and walked in the same direction as when he came and went.

At the foot of Xingyu Street is Xingyu Ancient Town. When he came to the stairs and was about to go downstairs, he suddenly stopped and looked back. This glance made him see ten meters away, standing outside the courtyard gate quietly watching Looking at his Mo Xiaoyu.

Then a person who was afraid of the dark came out to see him off.

Duan Xuyan didn't want him to stand outside for too long, waved his arms at him, turned around and walked down the stairs quickly, but he didn't go to the end, but stopped at a place where Mo Xiaoyu was sure he couldn't see.

After waiting for 3 minutes, he walked out lightly, stretched his neck and poked his head to see if Mo Xiaoyu had gone in, and only after making sure he didn't see him, he walked towards the B&B with confidence.

Back at the homestay, he gave the old lady two boxes of strawberries wrapped in plastic wrap, and promised that he would not come back for dinner tomorrow.

Before going to sleep, Qiao Hengxin called him, and the person on the other side started talking non-stop as soon as the call was connected.

"Why are you so busy on vacation in the ancient town?! You don't even read WeChat! You count how many messages I sent you! Is that good for a good-looking junior? I'm not your most important Qiao Qiao anymore, am I? ?!"

Duan Xuyan lay on the bed and pressed the center of his eyebrows, "Don't just give yourself random nicknames."

The person on the other side of the phone was silent for a moment, and his voice suddenly became cautious, "Your voice...is not quite right."

The lights in the room were turned off, and it was quiet outside the window, but Duan Xuyan didn't feel sleepy at all. No matter whether he opened or closed his eyes, what he thought about was Mo Xiaoyu who was alone.

He couldn't help thinking, when did Mo Xiaoyu lose his grandma?Has he been living alone since losing his grandma?Do you eat leftover rice mixed with eggs every day?

Duan Xuyan was silent for a while, then suddenly asked: "Heng Xin, have you ever eaten boiled eggs mixed with leftover rice?"

"...Is this a refugee package?"

"I ate it today, it was very unpalatable, dry and hard, hard to swallow." Duan Xuyan said with a soft sigh, "I met a person here, he seems to have been eating this kind of food."

Qiao Hengxin over there hissed, "Who? Why are you living in such a miserable life?"

"It's a special group of mentally handicapped people. I don't know the specific situation very well. However, he has many good habits. He should have a good grandma who taught him, but grandma has passed away."

Listening to Duan Xuyan's heavy voice, Qiao Hengxin felt that his heart was a little heavy. He knew that Duan Xuyan was soft-hearted, and his empathy ability was still strong, but he didn't send him to Xingyu Ancient Town to sympathize with a special group of people. Made myself depressed.

"Xuyan, you know, your strength is always limited, even if you want to help him, how much can you do?"

"Do as much as you can." Duan Xuyan said lightly, "As long as I'm here for a day, he won't even want to eat that kind of shit again."

After hanging up the phone, Duan Xuyan checked the map. The nearest hardware store was 2.2 kilometers away from him. Fortunately, it wasn't too far away.

Early the next morning.

Duan Xuyan changed his clothes and went out. The old lady next door was doing morning exercises in the yard. She was surprised to see him go out so early and asked a question. Duan Xuyan said that she was going out to buy things.

2.2 kilometers is not far, close or not, Duan Xuyan is not familiar with the place, so he just took a tricycle.

When I arrived at the hardware store, Duan Xuyan thought about the size of the light bulb I saw yesterday, told the boss and bought two, and saw that there were small night lights in the store and bought two. They were still in the shape of cartoon characters. Duan Xuyan thought Mo Xiaoyu would like them .

The block where the hardware store is located is very lively, there are all kinds of shops, Duan Xuyan wants to buy everything, and feels that Mo Xiaoyu needs everything.

Half an hour later, I took the tricycle with two big bags and returned to Xingyu Ancient Town.

On the way, he received a call from Wen Lin.

"Senior, where have you been? I came to see you and you are not here."

Only then did Duan Xuyan think of Wen Lin, and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry, Wen Lin, I'm out shopping, and I have something to do today."

Wen Lin was silent for a while, "Senior, aren't you hiding from me?"

"No, I do have something to do today, let's make an appointment another day."

Wen Lin hummed a little disappointed.

Duan Xuyan put away his mobile phone and stopped the tricycle when he saw someone selling breakfast on the side of the road. He didn't know what Mo Xiaoyu liked to eat, so he bought everything he saw. .

Back in Xingyu Ancient Town, he walked straight towards Xingyu Street. He didn't know when Mo Xiaoyu was going out, so he was afraid that he would miss him, so he walked in a hurry.

When he hurried to the door of Mo Xiaoyu's house, he heard the sound of clanging in the yard. Mo Xiaoyu turned his back to him and was messing with the plastic bottles he had picked up in the yard.

Mo Xiaoyu was wearing a T-shirt that lost its elasticity after being washed today, and there were still a few small holes in the hem of the shirt. After sleeping, his hair was messy and disheveled like a chicken coop.

"Light rain."

Hearing Duan Xuyan's voice, the busy Mo Xiaoyu took the time to turn around, her round eyes were big and bright, and half a steamed bun was still biting in her mouth.

Duan Xuyan came so early because he was afraid that he would have nothing to eat for breakfast, he was relieved to see him eating the steamed buns, and was puzzled when he finished, where did he get the steamed buns?

"Xiao Yu! I'm busy!"

Duan Xuyan turned her head, and saw a young woman in work uniform walking out of the corridor opposite Mo Xiaoyu's house, carrying a bag and greeting Mo Xiaoyu.

When she saw Duan Xuyan, she was obviously stunned for a moment, then she nodded to him politely, and left quickly, looking back frequently as she walked.

Mo Xiaoyu's eyes only fell on the woman for a while, then she came back to her senses and happily opened the door for Duan Xuyan, "Xuyan!"

Duan Xuyan looked at him with a smile, "What is Xiao Yu eating?"

"Steamed buns." Mo Xiaoyu said, about to break off half of the remaining steamed buns and give them to him.

Duan Xuyan shook his head, "Xiaoyu eat."

He had just finished speaking when he heard someone calling Xiao Yu's name outside again, this time it was an old man, full of air.

"Xiao Yu! Good morning!"

Mo Xiaoyu imitated the old man's voice and tone, "Grandpa! Good morning!"

He is not as energetic as the old man, and he shouts softly, which makes people want to laugh.

The uncle with the dog laughed twice, and nodded to Duan Xuyan when he saw him.

Duan Xuyan suddenly understood the leftover eggs Mo Xiaoyu ate last night, and where his steamed buns came from.