Demolition of the bridge across the river

Gou Xiaohe went back to his hometown this time and brought a bucket of rice wine to Bianqiao.

Hu Yuan's mother brewed it herself. She came here to learn from her grandma when she was still there.Knowing that Gou Xiaohe likes to drink, seeing him and his aunt come back, he called Hu Yuan to serve it for him, and specially pretended to have a lot for him to take away.

My aunt was the same as she brought Gou Xiaohe back last time. She had to go to the village committee after she had buried her grandma's grave. When she came back, she happened to see them packing rice wine and wanted to give money to Hu Yuan's mother.

Hu Yuan's mother didn't want it, the two adults stood there pushing back and forth, while Gou Xiaohe and Hu Yuan wandered around the kitchen.

There was too much rice wine, and the bag was not easy to pack. Hu Yuan found an insulated bucket, cleaned it and handed it over: "Try this."

"This is good," Gou Xiaohe stuffed the rice wine into the bag, just enough to screw on the lid, "Take it back to Bianqiao to drink, he must also like this taste."

Hu Yuan rolled his eyes at the roof, and almost couldn't hold back to snatch the bucket back.

"It's time to go, you," he looked at the time and reminded Gou Xiaohe, "The road has been very congested these days."

Tomorrow is the New Year's Eve, and they really can't stay in their hometown for a long time. When they come, there will be a bit of traffic, and it may be so bad in the afternoon. If they delay for a while, they will have to celebrate the New Year on the road.

"Come and play with me after the Chinese New Year." He sat in the car with the thermos in his arms, and waved at Hu Yuan.

"We'll talk about it when the time comes." Hu Yuan reminded him, "I just checked to see if your phone is running out of battery? Get you a power bank?"

"It's okay, I can charge it in the car." My aunt started the car and explained through the window.

"It's fine if you can charge it." Hu Yuan didn't say any more to them, and made a typing motion for Gou Xiaohe, "Send me a message if you have anything to do!"

After leaving Goujia Village and driving on the main road, my auntie looked at the bucket in Gou Xiaohe's arms, smiled and said, "This kid is pretty good, he will come to trouble."

"Hu Yuan is a nice guy." Gou Xiaohe nodded, "After Bianqiao returned to the city, I had the best time with Hu Yuan."

"Where's the bridge over there?" My aunt asked casually, "How is he playing with others?"

"They don't have a good relationship."

"why?"

"They fought when they were young." Gou Xiaohe felt melancholy when he mentioned their relationship. "We went to Hu Yuan's house to play when we were young. It happened that his mother lost 20 yuan that day, and Hu Yuan said that Bian Qiao took it."

"What else is there?" Auntie was a little surprised and turned to look at him.

"Look at Aunt Lu." Gou Xiaohe hurriedly pushed her away, "They fought so hard that their clothes were torn apart."

"Anyway, in the end, Hu Yuan's mother led the three of us directly to our house and told grandma. After hearing this, grandma was so angry that she made Bian Qiao kneel down and beat him up again."

When the car passed the toll booth, my aunt lowered the window and handed over the money. While busy, she turned her face and asked with concern: "Did Bianqiao take it? Shouldn't it be?"

"Of course not!" Gou Xiaohe was in disbelief at his aunt's doubts, "The money was found the next day, they put it on the top of the refrigerator and forgot, and they brought Hu Yuan here to apologize to Bianqiao... Bianqiao No reason, Hu Yuan was beaten up by his mother again."

"Later, he and Hu Yuan stopped talking, and they got annoyed when they saw each other."

After hearing what he said, my aunt sighed like a sigh: "This incident has made... Bian Qiao's temperament is already sensitive, and he has a big temper."

Gou Xiaohe looked at her, scratched the lid of the insulation box with his fingers boredly, and said in a low voice, "It can't be Bianqiao's fault."

"Isn't that what I mean?" Auntie was amused by his defensive posture, and asked Gou Xiaohe again with a "hey": "They didn't suspect that you took it?"

"Maybe I doubt it too, but I doubt Bianqiao more." Gou Xiaohe didn't understand it at the time, but now that he's grown up, he thinks it's quite easy to understand.

——If my uncle lost something at home now, he must be the first person to think of.This is the most basic "exclusiveness" of people, and no reason is needed.

Thinking of these, and then substituting Bianqiao who was young back then, Gou Xiaohe suddenly felt very distressed.

"Then did you doubt Bianqiao at that time?" Auntie was very enthusiastic about studying children's psychological activities, "Did you doubt it at all?"

"No." Gou Xiaohe didn't even have to think about it, "I know he can't take it."

"So sure?" Auntie laughed again.

"I don't know why, but it's definitely not Bianqiao, he is not that kind of child." Gou Xiaohe said, "I told them at the time, but Bianqiao didn't take it, and no one believed it, so I went to my grandma. Let Bianqiao suffer in vain."

Gou Xiaohe would not be able to remember these things buried in his memory at all if he hadn't happened to chat with his aunt.

When I was a child, I was ignorant of many rules. I only knew that what adults did was right. Even if I suffered a lot of grievances at that time, I would forget it after crying.

But it is often these "outsiders" who forget. Only those who are really needled know how painful it is, and only they know whether the needles in their hearts have been pulled out completely.

Bianqiao was so small at that time, with a small heart, he must have been tied up like a living hedgehog.

Still a hedgehog who doesn't like to talk.

Whenever Gou Xiaohe thinks of Bianqiao, he always misses him.

Holding the thermos, he took out his mobile phone and was about to send twenty more WeChat messages.

Bian Qiao got off the court, shook the sweat off his forehead, brushed all his hair back, and took out his phone to swipe a few times.

"How is it? Are you feeling better?" Jiang Chao threw over a bottle of mineral water, sat down beside him, and adjusted his breathing, "Are you still annoyed?"

Bian Qiao was exiting Gou Xiaohe's WeChat interface, tapped the screen twice, and he sent Jiang Chao a "1".

"Can you get it?" he asked.

"Yes, I am." Jiang Chao can wave at any Arabic numeral, "Are you ready to consider me, husband?"

"In the next life." Bian Qiao didn't even bother to look up, and clicked on Gou Xiaohe's chat box again.

"You are so interesting." Jiang Chao analyzed him with a smile, "You are annoyed by Gou Xiaohe sending you a message, and you have just stopped for half an hour, and you suspect that you are in arrears on your mobile phone."

Bian Qiao threw the phone back on his clothes, lowered his head and stroked his hair again.

"How does it feel to like a straight man?" Jiang Chao asked suddenly.

Bian Qiao plucked his hair suddenly, and looked at him with one eye from the messy hairline and between his fingers: "Who are you asking?"

"Whoever answered the question asked whom." Jiang Chao looked back.

"Have you ever liked straight men?" Bian Qiao asked him back.

"I don't like it." Jiang Chao is very calm, "I only like those who like me, and I will like whoever likes me."

The "radar" between homosexuals really exists, and it is also really magical.

The first time Bian Qiao and Jiang Chao found out about each other's orientation was during the military training in the first year of high school. Both of them belonged to the tallest group in the class, and they stood together in the last row next to the tree.

Mobile phones were not allowed throughout the military training. Once, during a rest, Jiang Chao just took out his mobile phone when the instructor came to call him, so he threw the mobile phone into Bianqiao's arms behind him.

At that time, they were basically strangers, and the only conversation was counting.

Bian Qiao subconsciously picked up the phone, seeing that the instructor was approaching, he had no choice but to tuck the phone into his trouser pocket tacitly.

When the instructor left, he took out the phone and returned it to Jiang Chao. The screen was still on, and there was a row of apps on the home page, among which was a mysterious blue icon lying big.

"You are?" Bian Qiao didn't use this, but he knew it, and asked him directly with a raised eyebrow.

"Ah." Jiang Chao didn't even bother to pretend to be stupid, and responded with a smile, "You too."

It's rare to meet a partner of the same age and compatible with each other in school, but it's also rare for them to have no interest in each other.

If you don't call, it's not for each other at all.

They didn't even talk about this topic very much. Jiang Chao's way of asking today can be regarded as straightforward.

But he was straightforward, if Bian Qiao didn't want to speak, then no one could pry his mouth away.

After asking each other several questions, the timer in the gymnasium just rang.

Bianqiao checked the time. If calculated according to the normal driving time, Gou Xiaohe should have returned by now.

"You are awesome." He got up and walked out, and said to Jiang Chao, "You are chic."

At the same time, he was typing for Gou Xiaohe: Where are you?

After walking out for a few steps, he suddenly remembered the 17cm that Gou Xiaohe saw on Jiang Chao’s mobile phone last time, and he turned his head to remind him: “Protect your mobile phone, anyone can do that every day. see."

"Stop what?" Jiang Chao, a shameless person, was still asking behind, "You mean blued?"

Gou Xiaohe arrived home after another hour.

He came out of the garage and went straight to the bathroom on the first floor, but he couldn't find a bathroom along the way, and the cars back home were jammed everywhere, which suffocated him.

After urinating heartily, washing his hands and opening the door, Bian Qiao just came out of the kitchen with a glass of water in his hand, with an expression on his face that he couldn't drink it.

"Are you drowning in urine?" He frowned at Gou Xiaohe.

"Bianqiao!" Gou Xiaohe was very happy when he saw him, and rushed over with his fan.

"Why did you come back?" Bian Qiao looked at the aunt who had just entered the entrance, she looked tired just like Gou Xiaohe.

"Traffic jam, it's always stuck." Gou Xiaohe was thirsty after urinating, so he took the cup from Bianqiao to drink, and then went to help his auntie get things.

"My aunt and I's phone is out of battery. The charging in the car is very slow, and there is no cable. What kind of device do you need to use... Turn off the phone without saying a few words to you."

"But I brought you a lot of rice wine! Hu Yuan's mother brewed it, and Hu Yuan asked me to bring it to you to taste."

My aunt didn't even have the energy to speak, so she waved at them and went to change clothes and remove makeup.

Gou Xiaohe was packing up the rice wine, chattering about today's itinerary, while Bian Qiao was squatting in the living room grooming the dog, listening with one ear and the other.

Seeing that Gou Xiaohe had almost harvested, he got up and was about to go upstairs. Gou Xiaohe poured a bowl of rice wine and chased him to drink.

"It's delicious, try it, it's similar to what grandma made when I was a child." He couldn't hold back as he spoke, he moved to the edge of the bowl and took a big sip, then continued to push the bowl into Bianqiao's hand, "Taste it. "

Bian Qiao stood on a higher staircase, looked at the small piece of the bowl that was wet, and looked down at Gou Xiaohe.

"You've had it," he said.

"I only took a small sip." Gou Xiaohe circled two fingers to indicate how small the sip was, "This big bowl is all yours."

Bian Qiao didn't want to talk to him anymore, he picked up the rice wine and drank it down.

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