The neighbor is a yin and yang eye

At this point, Jiang Yingyu didn't say any more. After eating, Jiang Yingyu put the computer in Xing Ke's school bag and packed it, and then took a few people back to the station.

"Goodbye." Jiang Yingyu looked at the people who were getting into the car and waved.

After Xing Ke sat down, he opened the window and shouted at him: "Then I'll call you when I get home."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was choked by the wind blowing in, so he had to close the window again amidst the dissatisfaction of others.

Jiang Yingyu took out a hand from his pocket and gestured to Xing Ke as an OK sign. After the car started, he wrapped his clothes tightly and walked back slowly.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly paused, as if something was wrong?

Hold!clothing!

...Forget it, that guy has caught a cold, so let’s wear it after wearing it, or buy another one at worst.

After returning home, Jiang Yingyu received a text message. He took a look and saw that the courier had arrived.

It's that rice line again.

This time, An Sheng had to take him there to find out the way, and he couldn't bother An Sheng to fetch it for him every time, it was embarrassing.

He came to An Sheng's house, but he couldn't find anyone. An Li said that he just went out, where did he go?

He sent a WeChat message: I was at your house, where did you go?

An Sheng returned to him soon.

- I'm getting my hair cut, it's the Tongzilou I brought you to last time.

-Together?

Jiang Yingyu stretched out his hands and pinched the hair that had grown a lot, recalled the route carefully, and found that some people couldn't remember the way.

He was a little embarrassed: I can't remember where it was.

- It's okay, go to the place you can't remember and play a video for me, and I will take you away.

This seems to be okay, Jiang Yingyu put away his phone and walked outside, walking according to the memories he still remembered, but when he got to the alley, he was stunned, so he could only take out his phone and send a video request to go there.

"Fuck! What are you doing!" After a long time, no one answered the video, and it was automatically hung up.

The mood suddenly became irritable, Jiang Yingyu looked up at the intricate wires above his head, it was dusty, and even the sky at this moment was gloomy, as if it was going to rain.

Just thinking about it, Jiang Yingyu felt a drop of water fall on his face, he stretched out his hand to wipe it, and the second drop also fell towards him.

Immediately afterwards, it began to rain.

I fuck...

Jiang Yingyu hurriedly ran to squat under a stone slab that he didn't know where it was. With this rain, a small puddle gradually formed in front of him in less than a minute.

At this moment of worry, his phone vibrated, he clicked on it, and started a video with An Sheng.

"Hello! Where have you been?" An Sheng wore a black wool cap, held an umbrella in one hand and held a cell phone in the other, "Are you lost? It's been half an hour and why haven't I seen you yet?"

Jiang Yingyu continued to squat and did not move: "I sent you a video and you didn't answer it. It's raining now and I can't make it through."

Lost...it should be!He felt that this road had deviated from his memory, and he could never get to the end.

It has been more than a month since he came here, and he still doesn't remember much except for the school road.

An Sheng hurriedly asked him: "Then where are you now? I was washing my hair at the time, and my mobile phone stuck to my waist, so I put it on the table. Third uncle and the others don't know how to connect to the video screen."

The rain was so loud that Jiang Yingyu felt that he couldn't hear what An Sheng was saying clearly, he just watched his mouth keep moving.

"I don't know where I am. There are... three alley entrances and a telegraph pole." Jiang Yingyu looked up and looked around.

An Sheng frowned and looked at Jiang Yingyu. His description is no longer a road idiot, he has to go up another level, roadblock!

"Stay there and don't move, I'll go find you." As soon as An Sheng finished speaking, Jiang Yingyu's phone turned off. An Sheng gritted his teeth, looked around, and thought carefully about what he saw on the video screen. Scenery, choose a direction.

"It's a fucking house leaking and it's raining all night..." Jiang Yingyu looked at the phone that failed to restart, and kicked the phone into his pocket holding back his anger.

His trouser legs were already wet from the rain, not to mention his shoes, a little rain in such a cold weather, tsk, it wouldn't be too cool.

It's only three o'clock in the afternoon, but it's raining like five or six o'clock. Even if he has good eyesight, he can't see far away, let alone An Sheng, who is so big. Shortsighted.

The more Jiang Yingyu thought about it, the more melancholy he shrank his legs and looked around. There was no family. He also wondered how he got here. It was cold and there was no place to hide from the rain.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and when the wind blew again, Jiang Yingyu could only huddle his legs and huddle there, trying to reduce the area that was hit by the rain.

After a while, Jiang Yingyu felt as if he was covered by something. When he raised his head, he happened to hit his head on the cement slab above his head. The pain caused him to close his eyes and stretch out his hand to cover his forehead and gasped.

"Are you a fool?" An Sheng held up his umbrella and looked at the group of people under the small stone slab, squatted down and looked at Jiang Yingyu at the same level, "You can run in such a place, I really admire you. "

Jiang Yingyu squinted one eye and looked at An Sheng, and grinned back at him in pain: "I'm convinced of you too, you can find me in such a place."

Too lazy to argue with him, An Sheng stretched out his hand and pulled him up: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

As soon as he stood firmly, Jiang Yingyu let out an ah.

"Fuck, I've got a cramp." Jiang Yingyu bent down and covered the calf of his right foot, gasping for air.

"Maybe it's because you've been squatting for too long." An Sheng handed the umbrella to Jiang Yingyu, turned his back to Jiang Yingyu, "Come on, I'll carry you back, I have medicinal wine at home, I'll give you a couple of rubs and you'll be fine. Bear with me now."

The rain was too heavy, and there was no room for the two of them to waste time, Jiang Yingyu endured the throbbing pain in his calf and climbed onto An Sheng's back.

"Hiss... Last time I carried you on my back, I didn't expect you to pay me back so soon." Jiang Yingyu said.

He put his arms around An Sheng's neck with one hand, and held an umbrella over the heads of the two of them with the other hand. However, the rain was blown by the wind and fell at different angles.

An Sheng also laughed a few times when he heard his words, it seems that Jiang Yingyu remembered it all.

"Hey, I think you came very quickly, how did you find me?" Jiang Yingyu jumped up, and An Sheng was almost staggered by him.

After finally stabilizing, An Sheng slapped Jiang Yingyu's butt: "Don't move!"

Jiang Yingyu froze, but didn't move anymore.

"There's nothing I don't know about Pingluo. It's easy to find you." An Sheng made up a random excuse to prevaricate, and only he knew it. He ran to several places but couldn't find anyone. He took off his glasses and followed the small flame all the way to come here.

It is strange to say that the small flame can not only see through, but also has high-definition and uncoded. At that time, he also had the illusion that he was not 800-degree myopic.

Because that small flame is so clear...

"Tsk, awesome." Jiang Yingyu snorted twice, his calf twitched twice, and he didn't have the strength to argue with An Sheng.

I don't know how long they walked, but the two finally arrived home. An Sheng directly carried them upstairs, and An Li hurriedly boiled ginger water for them.

"Change your clothes and pants first." An Sheng took out his clothes from the cabinet and threw them on the bed, Jiang Yingyu jumped on tiptoe to the bedside, and changed them with An Sheng's clothes and pants.

An Sheng took off so much that only his underwear was left, and he rummaged through it for a while before he rummaged through another set of clothes.

"I've bought this set for a long time, but I haven't worn it yet." An Sheng sighed twice before putting on the sweater.

At this time, Jiang Yingyu finally took his eyes off An Sheng's slender legs, looking at An Sheng's cropped hair after taking off the hat, he was a little stunned.

"Why did you shave your head?" It's cold, it's even colder with a bald head!

"This is a cropped cut, and there are stubbles." After An Sheng put on his sweater and trousers, he reached out and touched the back of his head. "Third uncle said that he will go to the city in a few days, maybe in a while." My son can’t come back, I’m afraid I won’t be able to find someone to cut my hair, so I’ll just cut it shorter for me.”

Cut it short...a bit?

Jiang Yingyu raised his eyebrows. With An Sheng's good looks, he might not be able to hold on to another person.

An Sheng has a good face, after all his hair is shaved off, he looks like a little monk who has escaped into Buddhism, and he looks very comfortable.

Jiang Yingyu couldn't help but think that if he shaves his hair too, he might be the one squatting in a cell.

"Go and sit on the bed, I'll go down and bring you some wine." An Sheng took down the clothes and pants that the two had changed, and Jiang Yingyu sat on the bed and rubbed his legs.

It's actually much better now, the cramp is only there, and it'll be fine after that.

When An Sheng came up, he brought up a small jug and a bowl of medicinal wine in his other hand.

The bowl of medicinal wine seemed to be lighter in color than the old lady made herself, so he asked, "Is everyone in your house soaking in a jar of wine? Is it a custom?"

An Sheng put the small pot on the table and felt that the room was a bit dark, so he turned on the light without any hassle: "Well, I will take you to dig wine in the woods later when I have time."

An Sheng took his own cup and poured out a cup of ginger soup from the small pot, and handed it to Jiang Yingyu for him to drink.

"Digging wine?" Jiang Yingyu took Jiang Tang and looked at An Sheng in surprise, apparently never heard of the term "digging wine".

An Sheng smiled and hummed, sat on the stool and rolled up the pants of Jiang Yingyu's cramped leg, dipped his hand in some wine and rubbed it for him.

"There are a lot of small forests here, and sometimes good wine is good if you are lucky." An Sheng's method is much more professional than Jiang Yingyu's, and it is also much more comfortable.

"Is it bad luck?" Jiang Yingyu put the bowl on the table after finishing the ginger soup, put his hands on his sides, and watched his feet being kneaded by An Sheng on his lap.

An Sheng rubbed and replied to him: "If you are unlucky, then you are an ancestor."

Cremation was popular in their place a few years ago, and all of them were filled with altars and buried in graves. However, the landslide later turned all the land into flat land. For a while, no one knew which jar their ancestors were, so they kept Did not dig out and relocate.

"No way..." Jiang Yingyu couldn't help laughing twice, seeing An Sheng look up at him, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.