blazing fire

Cheng Zhuo felt that his anger could blow off the sky cap, but when he went out and heard others yelling, his anger began to drop a little bit.

As he passed by, he glanced over and realized that the voice was coming from—

Cheng Zhuo was taken aback.

Isn't that Yuan Yu's house?

It was the house Yuan Yu walked into last night. It was a two-story earthen house like his grandma's house, but it was bigger overall.At this moment, the door was open, and a thin middle-aged man with a black complexion was cursing at a middle-aged woman.

The speed of speech was too fast, and it was all in dialect. Cheng Zhuo seriously wanted to hear what he said, but found it really hard to distinguish.

The middle-aged woman had an aggrieved expression on her face, as if she dared to be angry but did not dare to speak. The other party said a dozen or twenty sentences before she could intervene.

Cheng Zhuo twitched the corner of his mouth.

Among other things, he has always looked down on men who lose their temper with women, because he thinks such people are useless.

He glanced twice and didn't see Yuan Yu's shadow, so he turned and left.

When I went to the incense and candle shop, I first took out the paper with the number on it and called my aunt.

My aunt said on the phone that someone would come to the village to pick him up, but Cheng Zhuo declined. Whoever likes to sit on the back seat of the motorcycle, he doesn't sit anyway.

He now knows how to get to the bus station, and he still has a memory of the road he walked yesterday, and Yuan Yu also showed him the way at night.

It didn't take long to get on the 308. The conductor was still the same as yesterday. When he saw him, he made a long sound of "Yo".

Cheng Zhuo glanced at him inexplicably, and the conductor smiled at him: "Handsome guy, I've seen you for two days."

He spoke Mandarin, and his attitude was quite friendly, so Cheng Zhuo let out a "huh".

He paid for a ticket and sat down in yesterday's seat.

The first time you are born, the second time you are acquainted, and the scene along the way is seen for the second time, and the impression will be much clearer.

Cheng Zhuo found that, roughly, the bus was heading southwest.

It's better to get off at "Under the Big Tree". This time, he doesn't need to take a taxi. When he gets down, my aunt is already there waiting for him.

"You don't want to take the car, so we can only walk back, but it's a bit far away." The aunt stretched out her hand to him, "Please carry the things for me."

Cheng Zhuo avoided her hand: "No, I can take it myself. It's okay to stay away."

The aunt didn't force it: "Have you had breakfast yet?"

"Eat." Cheng Zhuo frowned suddenly, hesitated for a moment before asking, "Does Second Uncle often go to grandma's house for breakfast?"

My aunt was taken aback by his question, and she was taken aback before she said, "His wife doesn't go when she's at home, she goes when she's not at home. Why, did you meet him today?"

"Well... and Cheng Gui."

Cheng Zhuo's tone was not very good. My aunt probably had some ideas in her heart. She wanted to touch his head, but then remembered his overreaction last night, so she put her hand on his shoulder and patted it lightly: "It's nothing, just have a meal." .”

But he didn't just eat for one day.

Cheng Zhuo curled his lips, didn't say any more, and followed her.

People in the town don't farm, and in terms of land area, it's not as big as the village.The eldest aunt said it was a bit far, but in Cheng Zhuo's perception, it was less than two kilometers.

It was a unit building similar to the one they saw when they went to find Zhao Laosan last night, but it needed to be updated.

Cheng Zhuo still had expectations for the new house, but when he walked in, he found that there was a big gap between this house and the "unit building" he knew - there was a built-in stove in the corridor on each floor, and the kitchen Not in the house; as for the bathroom of my aunt's house, it is at the end of the corridor, on a piece of raised ground, separated from the corridor only by a rainproof curtain.

Cheng Zhuo's face froze: "..."

But after the first second of resistance, his second reaction was "It's a shower room anyway".

In other words, the ability of human beings to adapt to the environment is terrible.

Not only did he take a bath in this "bathroom" that was disgusting at first sight, but he also visited his aunt's house while using the washing machine.

The living room is connected to the bedroom and the balcony, the kitchen is on the corridor like other homes, the bathroom is at this end, and the toilet is at the other end of the corridor.

It took him a while to figure out that the toilets and bathrooms here are shared by residents on the entire floor.

"..." It seems that it is not too surprising.

The eldest aunt's family has an elder sister who is said to have been admitted to a junior college in Shanghai, but she is not here; there is also a younger brother who is studying in the only high school in the town, and is currently in school; my uncle is away for work.

Cheng Zhuo didn't want to understand why the eldest aunt didn't go to work in this case.

Speaking of the only high school in the town, Cheng Zhuo suddenly thought of Yuan Yu, and asked casually, "Where is the school?"

"Over there," the aunt pointed in the direction, "Do you remember the police station you went to yesterday? It's two streets away from there."

Cheng Zhuo let out an "oh".

But my aunt misunderstood his meaning: "Why, do you want to go? That's right, children should go to school, and I don't know what Guangzong thinks... Sigh, what's the matter if children don't go to school?"

"..." Cheng Zhuo didn't want his aunt to misunderstand like this at all, "It's okay, I'm just curious about where the school is. I don't want to go to school."

The eldest aunt didn't look at him, but her expression became more distressed, and she patted her thigh and sighed: "Everyone thinks what they think, Guangzong himself passed the exam, how can he be like the second brother..."

"Original"?

Cheng Zhuo is a little sensitive to this word now, so he raised his eyes and asked, "Who is the second child?"

"Don't ask, don't ask, other people's affairs... oh." The eldest aunt sighed repeatedly, patted his back and said, "Your clothes are finished."

The washing machine sang, Cheng Zhuo was choked by the wonderful timing, but he also knew that his aunt would not tell him.

boring.

He rolled his eyes at an angle where his aunt could not see, and walked towards the washing machine.

Although I haven't dried clothes at home, it's not difficult, Cheng Zhuo can figure it out after a while.After hanging up the few changed clothes, he was free.

The sun is fine today, but the clothes are not dry so fast this season, so he hesitates whether to hang the clothes with his aunt or take them home at night.

It's better to take it back and save it for trouble.Cheng Zhuo quickly made a decision.

The eldest aunt was not very satisfied with his decision, but she didn't force it. Hearing that Cheng Zhuo wanted to go to the school to have a look around, the aunt said that his brother got out of school at [-] o'clock in the afternoon, and she could pick him up with her.Until then, he can play with his brother's computer.

That one—the monitor with the big ass, seems to be a computer from the last century, and there is still a layer of yellow on the surface that does not fade away.

There is a network, but the configuration is so low that he can only play minesweeper.

This proposal did not attract Cheng Zhuo very much, but he had no choice.

On this day, my aunt was at home, and she only went out to buy some vegetables at noon, and when she came back, she made him boiled prawns and fried pork with garlic leaves.

Before going out in the afternoon, Cheng Zhuo put away the half-dried clothes and put them back on as they were, and looked up to see the hesitation on the face of the eldest aunt.

She probably wanted to keep these clothes, Cheng Zhuo decided to pretend not to understand.

Finally, the eldest aunt sighed: "Let's go."

The sun outside has already set to the west, and the shadows of people are stretched out.Cheng Zhuo carried a bag and followed behind the eldest aunt, step by step.

But this stupid look didn't affect his demeanor. Whether it's the cold eyebrows or the sharp jawline, they are clearly different from the people in this place. Walking all the way, the rate of turning heads is quite high.

Cheng Zhuo didn't dodge or dodge, looking back one by one, several people were avoided by him, but there were also a few people who were flamboyant and showed inexplicable smiles instead.

Cheng Zhuo walked over indifferently.

Just walked to the front of the school.

The sun shone from the west, casting a silhouette against the light on the big iron gate of the school, Cheng Zhuo squinted his eyes, and scanned the wooden sign that read "Yanghuai Town No. [-] Middle School" from top to bottom.

It looks quite new, and the establishment year of this school is estimated to be within ten years.

Theoretically, there shouldn't be parents waiting at the entrance of day high schools to pick up people, but when Cheng Zhuo arrived, he found that his aunt was not the only "adult" here, and he didn't know if it was Yang Huai's characteristic.

Not long after, students started to come out of the school, and the parents waiting outside the door also became restless.

Cheng Zhuo yawned in the sun and wanted to leave.

My aunt came to pick him up, but he didn't need to pick him up. It would be better to say that a high school student was standing at the gate of a high school waiting for someone to leave school, and his painting style was quite strange.

Just thinking like this, a large group of people poured out of the school gate.Cheng Zhuo wrinkled his face, and retreated to the wall to reduce his sense of existence.

It's too silly to be caught in the crowd at this time... Huh?

Cheng Zhuo was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, his body had automatically shouted: "Yuan Yu!"

The young boy in the crowd paused, looked back, and quickly ran towards him.

When he got close to Cheng Zhuo, he realized that there were two spots of mysterious "plateau red" on his face, which made his whole face look dirtier by more than one level.

Yuan Yu was a little surprised: "Cheng Zhuo? Why are you here?"

"Accompany my aunt to pick up my younger brother." Cheng Zhuo pointed to the eldest aunt beside him, then looked at his face again, "Are you sick?"

When he spoke, his nasal voice came out, and with that mysterious blush, no matter how he looked at it, he was feverish.

However, Yuan Yu shook his head: "No."

"My voice is hoarse." Cheng Zhuo reached out to touch his forehead, but Yuan Yu avoided him.

"It's all right," he said.

Cheng Zhuo stared at him for several seconds, put his hands back into his trouser pockets, and looked away: "It's up to you."

He waited for someone with his aunt, but Yuan Yu didn't leave. He stood beside him and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to go back?"

That voice sounded like he was suppressing something. When Cheng Zhuo himself had a cold, he didn't want to cough, so he talked like this. Hearing this, his expression became colder, and he didn't look at him, so he just said "um".

"Then let's go together?" Yuan Yu said, "Your aunt and your brother shouldn't go back to the village, right? Let's drop by."

Cheng Zhuo turned his head and glanced at him: "What are you doing?"

Yuan Yu pursed his lower lip, thinking about what to say.He lowered his gaze, and suddenly caught a glimpse of something in the bag that Cheng Zhuo was holding.

"I want to ask when you usually get up." He whispered, "If possible... I want to come to get the exercise book you mentioned in the morning, a little earlier."

"why?"

"In this way, I can bring it to school along the way." He paused, "It's convenient to write in school."

It was only then that Cheng Zhuo realized that Yuan Yu was carrying a very thin schoolbag, which was not in the same style as the other students walking past.

There are only two kinds of people who don’t bring textbooks and homework home. One is that they don’t know how to do their homework anyway, and the other is that they finished their homework in school ahead of time.

Yuan Yu has to hurry up to do homework in the police station, Cheng Zhuo can only think that he is the latter.

He stared at Yuan Yu for a long time, Yuan Yu was inexplicably stared at by him, and the tip of his nose gradually turned red.

After a long time, Yuan Yu couldn't restrain himself, tilted his head and coughed lightly.

"Where is the pharmacy?" Cheng Zhuo asked suddenly.

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