Offensive change: superficial love

The driver stopped at the intersection for Yan Ju, and there were narrow lanes inside, and the car couldn't drive in.

After saying "Handsome guy, come back often in the future", the enthusiastic and talkative elder brother kicked the accelerator and left, probably in a hurry to take over.

It just rained last night, and the shattered cobblestone road was a little muddy, and it was rickety when walking, which was different from what Yan Ju remembered.

The last time he came back was also on a business trip, probably when he had just graduated from university.

There seems to be a difference between rumors and reality.

For example, the damage here, large and small, seems to have some traces of human hammering, and even the drunken Yan Ji can see the clues. He doesn't believe that other people are so easy to deceive.

Most of them turned a blind eye and closed one eye, just pushing the boat along with the flow.

The low-slung courtyards are densely adjacent to each other, and there is no unified and specific architectural style. It is a mess, with all ages and regional characteristics.

This was originally the city center, but before the rapid modernization of the city, it could be called a very prosperous place where every inch of land was expensive, and there were all kinds of people living here.

Walk in from the intersection, go up the slope, turn a corner at the end, and you can see the roof of Yan Ju's house among the branches and leaves of several old trees.

In the purple-orange glow, the pure white small western-style building stood there, lonely waiting for the owner of the house to come back.

The spare key for the iron gate in the front yard is in the mailbox, and the key for the mailbox is hidden in the crack of the third stone brick in the flower bed.

When he was in elementary school, his parents went out on a date, and Yan Ju would obediently open the door and go home after school, waiting for the two of them to have enough fun before remembering to bring him dinner.

Yan Ji dug out the key from the old place, and entered this place unimpededly, a place he hadn't set foot in for three or four years.

When he came back last time, Yan Ju, on the recommendation of an acquaintance, found an aunt who lived nearby to help with regular cleaning.

He never asked the other party to report his current situation, nor did he add his aunt's contact information, and he only sent money on time every month.

Yan Ju's only request is to keep everything in the house as it is, but in fact, he can't even confirm whether the other party is doing a good job or not.

I dare not confirm.

The moment the maroon door was pushed open, the faint scent of flowers mixed with the smell of sunlight filled Yan Ji's nostrils.

The furnishings in the house have hardly changed, except for consumables such as carpets and tablecloths that seem to have been replaced, the rest are exactly the same as Yan Ju remembered.

On the table, on the wall, on the table, all the upside-down family portraits are still facing the visitors, only the rough wooden frame is exposed.

In the swan-shaped crystal vase, there is a bouquet of lilies filled to the brim. Judging by the state, the freshness should be within three days.

It seems that the other party is indeed a very good person.

Yan Yu thought to himself.

The ivy that climbed the outer wall disappeared long ago, and the setting sun poured down from the skylight, rendering the whole hall warm and beautiful.

Standing in the middle of the room, Yan Ji suddenly felt a little embarrassed, as if he didn't know what to do next.

After a long silence, he couldn't help but twitched the corners of his lips, but smiled as if mocking himself.

He couldn't even keep the most vivid mark in that painful memory.

Probably due to the effect of alcohol, the emotions that were hidden and suppressed on weekdays were finally triggered and activated when they came into close contact with the stimulus.

He can't keep anything.

Anyone, anything, like, don't care.

Can't keep them all.

Yan Ju casually grabbed a rocking chair and staggered to the backyard.

On the land already occupied by weeds, I found a place where I could see the sea and lay down.

The terrain here is on the high side, but not particularly high, just enough to glimpse a small section of the coastline.

But in my mother's paintings, it is always sparkling, and every broken wave is full of colorful light.

Yan Ju closed his eyes, he was a little tired.

I had insomnia last night, maybe I slept for less than three hours. I was busy all day today, drinking and smoking. At this time, the surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the blood in my body seemed to thicken.

Yan Ju seemed to be able to hear its slow-flowing sound, this strange buzzing sound temporarily sealed his ability to think rationally.

All he wanted was a good night's sleep at home.

Suddenly, a crisp bell sounded untimely.

Yan Ju didn't want to pay attention to it at first, but changed his mind a second before it was about to hang up automatically.

As if he had a premonition, he struggled to take out the phone from his pocket, and pressed answer and hands-free in a panic.

"Brother, are you done?"

Chu Ruxu's smiling voice came from the speaker, spreading in the humid and warm evening wind.

Yan Ju gave a soft "hmm", as if he had no strength.

"Where do you think I am?" Chu Ruxu asked jokingly, not caring about his indifference.

There was almost no pause for thinking, and Yan Ju gave the answer directly: "My family."

Before leaving, Chu Ruxu tentatively asked him the password of the house with the awkward reason of "I'm afraid something will be left here".

Said Ju didn't know what was out of his psychology, he hesitated for a while, but he really gave it.

After hearing his answer, Chu Ruxu laughed directly: "Brother, you are too powerful."

"I decided to reward myself for liking you a little more."

Yan Ju's chaotic thoughts seemed to have finally grasped a glimmer of clarity. He kicked the ground twice with his toes, causing the recliner to shake slowly, and then responded lightly: "I am so good, shouldn't you reward me? Why reward you?" Own."

Chu Ruxu didn't react for a while, and paused for several seconds before speaking again. However, in the emotions he tried to restrain, there was still some obvious excitement: "What do you want? I can afford anything."

Yan Ju thought for a moment, but still couldn't get an accurate answer.

He didn't lack anything, and Chu Ruxu probably couldn't give what he subconsciously wanted.

Yan Ju shook his head slightly, even forgetting that the other party was on the other side of the line, and couldn't see his rejection at all.

But Chu Ruxu seemed to have some plans: "Brother, I've actually been wanting to ask."

Chu Ruxu stood up and walked to the French windows in the living room: "Your backyard is so big and beautiful, it's a pity to leave it so deserted."

Listening to the sincerity in Chu Ruxu's words, Yan Jue was only slightly taken aback, not sensitive to being offended.

He slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the surrounding desolation, and then used that all-purpose excuse perfunctorily: "I was too busy before."

"Then I'll help you." Chu Ruxu was a little excited, as if she was pleasantly surprised that she had found another reason to cling to her words, "The summer vacation is coming soon, and I can come here every day."

"Don't." Yan Ju kept his tone deliberately flat.

Chu Ruxu originally thought he was talking about arranging the backyard, and was about to speak to persuade him, but Yan Ju added the second half of the sentence in time: "Don't come every day, you are too noisy."

Chu Ruxu: ...

Forget it, don't refute, he really doesn't stop.

Chu Ruxu never pretended not to understand Yan Ju's teasing, and this time was no exception.

He observed it carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was a pity that such a large yard was full of grass, so he suggested to himself: "We still have to plant something."

"Grow vegetables, easy to take care of, and edible."

"Forget it." Chu Ruxu chuckled again, as if thinking of something interesting, "It's too different from you, a noble person who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world."

"How about digging a swimming pool? It's just that the construction period is relatively long, and it will definitely not be possible this year."

Children, I really want to come up with it.

Yan Ju was helpless, just about to open his mouth to veto, but Chu Ruxu came up with a new idea.

"Let's plant flowers." Chu Ruxu smiled flatteringly. It was clearly a suggestion, but her attitude seemed to be arrogance, giving people the illusion that it would be cruel not to agree to him, "I like flowers."

"Yan Ju." Chu Ruxu said softly and docilely, "How about I give you a beautiful garden all year round?"

But Chu Ruxu's unintentional words just happened to touch Yan Ji's nerve.

The nerve that he thought he had lost his sense of pain.

The long-lost sense of powerlessness quickly spread from the toes, and Yan Ji seemed to be pulled back into the endless darkness at that time.

He is also lying on this rocking chair that his mother used to like most, at the same position under the wall in the courtyard, in the desolation everywhere, just like this motionless, listening to the words given to him by the naughty neighbors outside the wall. new nickname -

"Son of a Murderer"

Yan Ji's thinking was a little numb, and he blurted out uncontrollably: "I used to have that kind of garden."

"Yan Ju?" Chu Ruxu, who quickly realized that something was wrong with him, suddenly became serious, and called him anxiously and worriedly.

Yan Ju closed his eyes again, trying to let go of himself, but under the multiple catalysts, his chaotic thoughts inevitably developed in an uncontrollable direction.

His tone was a little dazed, as if he remembered something he couldn't understand, and now he was eager to verify the answer: "Chu Ruxu."

Yan Ju raised his head paranoidly, facing the Chu Ruxu in his imagination in the dark twilight.

The curvature of his jawline was beautiful, his Adam's apple trembled slightly on the tense neck, and his whole body showed a few traces of rare fragility.

There is no preface and no epilogue.

He asked inexplicably:

"Will you also be willing to search for flower seeds all over the world for me?"

The author says:

Come -3-

I'm really worried that if I lie in the grass in the summer evening, I will be eaten by mosquitoes (in deep thought);

The manuscript has officially bottomed out today, and I have finally embarked on the road of no return for naked updates orz;

but!Not a big problem!I will be officially on vacation after the last exam on the 18th - I will have time to code a lot.

And, there are probably a few more chapters, there will be some plots that everyone understands, and I will remind you the day before, and everyone will come on time the next day, otherwise you may not be able to see it (some are dominated by the small black house fear of