After passing through the book, he was targeted by two fierce A's

In nineteen ninety-eight.

A city in the southwestern part of China has suffered from a heavy snowstorm in the past ten years. The mountains are blocked by heavy snow and the roads are impassable.

After a month of hard work, the emergency rescue team finally resumed basic production and life in the city and its counties.

Affected by the disaster, many villages are isolated from the outside world, with inconvenient communication and transportation.

"Whoosh..."

The rain boots stepped on the muddy puddles, making a rushing sound.

It was time for dinner, and smoke was rising from every household in the village.

A woman carrying her own child home saw the boy running down the mountain, and smiled and shouted, "Xiaoye, why did you go?"

The footsteps slowed down, and the young man named Xiaoye was short of breath, with hot sweat on his forehead, "...Auntie, I'm going to pick up some firewood on the mountain. It's over my knees."

He should be only twelve or thirteen years old, carrying a bamboo basket obediently, fair complexion, beautiful eyebrows, shallow pupils, flowing with moist light.

Standing under the gloomy sky, he was not like a poor child in the village, but more like a city child who came back from outside during the holidays.

"So sensible."

Looking at the son who looked like a mud monkey in her hand, and then at Ye Jue, who was upright and handsome, the woman shook her head: "It would be nice if this brat in my family was half as obedient as you."

Ye Jue pursed his lips and smiled, without saying a word, watching the woman scolding his son while worryingly asking him if he was cold.

The unknown tension and uneasiness in my heart finally faded away the moment I returned to the village.

Before leaving, he turned around.

He looked hesitantly at the invisible mountain path.

The panic of being spied on and followed seemed like his illusion.

But it made his scalp tingle every time he thought about it.

...not the first time.

For a week, it seemed that there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him in the dark.

With a chill on his back, he didn't dare to think anymore, and ran all the way to a courtyard at a high speed. Before he could knock on the wooden door, the door creaked and was pulled open from the inside.

It gets dark very early after a blizzard.

In the past month, it has been nightfall around [-] pm.

The boy not much older than him behind the door looked down at him, checked him carefully from top to bottom, and frowned suddenly.

"What's the hurry?"

Pull him into the yard, and the main room is lit with oil lamps.

The dim yellow light shone on the side of the boy's face, and his dark eyes flashed with unknown emotions. After a full two seconds of silence, he said, "Your clothes...?"

Ye Jue looked at the black and red flowered jacket on his body, and said cautiously, "Grandpa found it for me this morning."

Ji Heng pursed his lips, helped him pat the snowflakes off his back, and shouted without looking back: "Old man Wang, take care of yourself from now on!"

Ye Jue was startled, and tugged on his sleeve: "...Brother!"

The black-haired and black-eyed boy gave him a blank look, as if he hated iron for being weak, and led him to the main room: "Don't talk."

Ji Heng has always had a bad temper, so Ye Jue kept his mouth shut.

At that time, a family at the entrance of the village raised a vicious dog, and it was not well fed, even biting their own family members, let alone the villagers who had never been in contact with it.

Ye Jue and Ji Heng came home late from school once, and were delayed on the road. When they arrived at the village gate, they saw the vicious dog glaring at them, looking eager to bite.

……

A year later, the scene of that night is vivid in my memory.

In short, since then, that vicious dog has never barked at Ji Heng again.

Ye Jue didn't dare to make Ji Heng angry anymore.

He was led into the main room by Ji Heng. On the stool in the corner of the main room, the old man dressed in a military man raised his head cheerfully and looked at Ye Jue: "Xiao Ye is here?"

"Grandpa," Ye Jue asked him, "how do you feel today?"

The oil lamp was dimly lit, and a plate of peanuts was placed on the Eight Immortals table with one corner missing.

The temperature dropped sharply in the first two nights, and the old man couldn't bear it, so he caught a cold the next morning.

Ji Heng took a week off to take care of him at home.

"It's been a long time ago. Regardless of my age, I am in good health. How about you, are you still cold today wearing this jacket?"

Ye Jue shook his head and coaxed him: "It's not cold at all, it's warm."

The old man laughed happily, Ji Heng, who was watching coldly, sneered, and motioned Ye Jue to come over and stand beside him.

As soon as he stood still, he heard Ji Heng say coldly to the old man: "Do you see it for yourself?"

Ye Jue: "..."

It's really strange to wear a black, black and red flowered jacket.

If it weren't for Ye Jue's delicate and clean appearance, he might not be able to suppress this fancy aura.

The old man's loving expression suddenly changed, he was annoyed by him, and he waved his hand unceremoniously: "I don't want to talk to you, you go over."

Ji Heng was too lazy to get used to his stubborn temper, frowned and asked, "Have you taken this jacket out of the cabinet and washed it?"

The old man stared: "..."

Before he could open his mouth, Ji Heng said again: "The corners of the clothes are moldy, do you know that moldy clothes have bacteria, when you touch them with your hands, and then go to eat and drink water, who is to blame if you get sick?"

His complexion changed, the old man didn't speak again this time, and took a deep breath of his cigarette.

Ye Jue wanted to ease the atmosphere and tugged on Ji Heng's sleeve.

The boy glanced down at him indifferently, swallowed his words reflexively, and smiled cautiously at Ji Heng.

"……elder brother."

Staring at his cute face for a while, Ji Heng calmed down, tilted his head and said to him: "The main room has cooked porridge, you go and change your clothes, and come to eat after changing your clothes."

Feeling uneasy for some reason, Ye Jue looked at the silent old man on the stool, and asked cautiously, "Is the meal ready?"

"Well," Ji Heng nodded casually with a somewhat casual tone: "I'll just do whatever I want."

After going to change clothes, Ye Jue turned around and entered the kitchen with him.

"Tsk."

Ji Heng narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Afraid I can't do well?"

"No." For some reason, Ye Jue took a bigger step, and Ye Jue passed him by three steps and two steps, and entered the kitchen first: "...Yes, there is a smell of burnt."

As soon as the lid is lifted.

The smell of paste hit the face, stronger than before.

Ye Jue: "..."

Looking at Ji Heng's expressionless face, he suggested tactfully: "Brother, let me cook."

After returning home and changing clothes, Ye Jue hurried to Ji's house.

The light in the small kitchen was dim, the stove was burning with firewood, and the fire was strong. Ye Jue was skillfully frying the vegetables. Ji Heng, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said, "Your parents won't come back this year?"

Ye Jue paused, lowered his eyes, "Yes."

The Ye family's parents worked hard all year round, and they only came back once every three or four years on average.

This year coincided with a heavy snowstorm in the county, and Ye's grandfather also suffered from a leg problem. The two had a lot of connections to send the old man to the hospital in the city. This time they spent most of their savings, and they couldn't come back even if they wanted to.

Grandma Ye took care of Grandpa Ye in the hospital, leaving Ye Jue alone at home.

A few days ago after school, Ji Heng saw Ye Jue was pitiful alone, and without saying hello, he carried Ye Jue into his home.

Seeing this, the grandfather of the Ji family thought he was doing evil again, so he picked up the sweeper and wanted to scold him, but after knowing what happened, he just sighed and said nothing else.

These days, each family has its own difficulties.

Help if you can.

Never seen him showing such a depressed look, Ji Heng said: "It's nice to be alone."

Ye Jue hesitated: "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Adding firewood, Ji Heng's pale face melted a lot under the reflection of the fire, and the contours of his brows and eyes, which always seemed a bit impatient, were gentle, and he said patiently to him: "Look at that old man, Smoking and cursing are proficient in everything, and they don't stop every day."

"Who can stand it?"

"Ji Heng!"

The old man in the main room shouted angrily: "Shut up, you brat!"

Ye Jue: "..."

He sighed helplessly, but his mood changed a lot. He skillfully prepared the food and put it on the table. After the three of them finished their dinner, the hour hand also pointed to seven.

At seven o'clock, it was completely dark, and when the wooden door was opened, a cold wind blew in.

Just after the snow disaster, there was dense light snow in the morning and evening.

There are many puddles on the path, snow piled up thickly into roadblocks, dry tree trunks are indistinct, and the village is silent.

Ye and Ji are close to each other and share a wall.

Ye Jue was about to go home, but before leaving, Ji Heng called him to stop.

"and many more."

He turned around, puzzled.

Under the dark sky, Ji Heng's face could not be seen clearly in the darkness.

Boys have strong firepower and are not afraid of the cold.

Wearing only a moderately thick black jacket, the pair of phoenix eyes under the broken hair is a bit cold. Mr. Ji is getting old, so he went back to the side room to sleep after dinner. There was no sound in the small courtyard, only his ears were whistling. The cold wind passed.

Ji Heng raised his jaw slightly, squinted his eyes and asked him: "I'm not at school this week, nothing happened?"

There was a panic in my heart.

Ye Jue pursed her lips, thinking about the weird gaze that always appeared around her these days, hesitated for a while, and nodded: "...Yes."

Ji Heng's face became colder: "What's the matter?"

"...Ms. Liu's son has come back from outside and is temporarily taking algebra in the class."

These days, the cultural level of the people in the small mountain village is not high, generally elementary school and junior high school.

Teacher Liu's son is the only college student in the village in recent years. Although he doesn't know why he came back early, he is willing to temporarily substitute in the village middle school, which has won the praise of many villagers.

No meaning could be heard in Ji Heng's tone: "What else?"

It was cold and windy.

Ye Jue was wearing a thick cotton-padded jacket, and his beautiful little face, under the dull color of the cotton-padded jacket, was soft enough to be bullied.

He is not tall, and under the background of Ji Heng's height of more than 1.7 meters, he looks even more mediocre.

There was only one class in the village middle school, and there were seventy or eighty students in the class. Everyone went straight to high school from elementary school, and Ye Jue didn't grow up in his puberty.

I don't know if it's because of this, but since the sixth grade, Ji Heng is the only one left by his side.

Ji Heng has a big temper, independent temper, not easy to serve, but is extremely sensitive to his emotions.

It's just a difference in one sentence, and it can be reflected that something happened to him.

Sweat dripped from his palms, Ye Jue looked at the boy hiding in the darkness sluggishly, and clenched his fists as he thought of the strange things that only happened to him.

"Brother, I don't know what to say."

As if seeing his fear, Ji Heng leaned over, his dark eyes showed a bit of inorganic coldness under the night, but his tone was light, and he said with almost certainty: "Someone has bullied you."

"No."

The wind is loud.

In the darkness, Ji Heng's pupils suddenly constricted at a certain moment, and Ye Jue said tremblingly.

"I feel...someone is following me."

……

In the mountains, on the trails, in every corner of the school.

His eyes were sticky and gloomy, revealing a frenzy that made him uneasy.

Follow him all the time.