Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

Bai Yao dug out an old black-and-white photo from the things piled in the corner. Due to the age, the people in the photo had become blurry, but it was still possible to tell that they were a man and a woman.

The lady was sitting on a chair and the man in a suit was standing beside her holding her hand. They must be a couple.

He Mian restrained himself and looked away, no longer staring at Bai Yao's face. He calmly expressed his guess, "It should be the previous owner of the manor."

Bai Yao asked curiously: "Who was the previous owner of the manor?"

"I heard from the old man that the manor had only two owners. The first owner's surname was Luo. After Mr. Luo passed away, Mrs. Luo moved away."

Bai Yao asked: "What about the second owner?"

"The second master..." He raised his eyes to look at her, "It's you."

Bai Yao exclaimed "Wow", it seemed that the manor had been idle since the first owner passed away. She thought about it for a while, her parents seemed to have mentioned that they bought the manor from a man named Luo, and that man named Luo should be the descendant of the first owner.

Bai Yao looked at the photo in her hand again and put it back.

He Mian was a local and had seen many rains in Minghu Town, but this time he miscalculated. The rain lasted for a long time, so long that the ground became muddy, and fallen leaves and wild flowers were scattered all over the ground.

It was already evening and Aunt Fang should have finished cooking. When she found out Bai Yao was not in the room, she would probably come looking for her.

He Mian packed his things and picked up his backpack. His eyes involuntarily fell on the girl at the door again.

Bai Yao stood on the steps, holding up the hem of her white skirt, looking at the pair of small white shoes on her feet in distress.

The backyard was still basically in its original state, and the gravel path had not been completely repaired. She would obviously get it dirty walking back there.

He Mian closed the door of the wooden house and walked past Bai Yao with his eyes lowered. He walked on the path covered with mud and water as usual. His shoes were already dusty from work, so he didn't need to care whether they were clean or not. After all, he was dirty to begin with.

The eyes behind him were glued to his back, staring straight at him without any concealment.

He Mian tightly grasped the strap of his shoulder bag and forced himself to ignore her gaze.

Don't meddle in other people's business. Don't meddle in other people's business.

As long as there are no unnecessary interactions, there is no need to deal with complicated relationships.

Bai Yao watched He Mian's figure disappear through the grape vine trellis, curled her lips, and thought to herself that this man could really endure it. She dropped her coy look, took two steps forward, and a figure walked back from behind the grape trellis.

He Mian's eyes shifted slightly, without looking at her. He said very stiffly and uncomfortably: "Do you need help?"

Bai Yao grinned, "Yes!"

He walked up to her, stood at the bottom of the steps, and turned his back to her.

When Bai Yao lay on his back, she could feel his body was very tense. His hand passed through her knees, and she was surprised to find that he was going to wash his hands.

He Mian kept his head slightly lowered the whole time, not saying a single extra word.

His body was emitting heat, which made him feel ashamed. He was worried that she would dislike the bad smell on his body, and that the dirt and water on the ground would dirty her white dress. Wasn't he also dirtying her now?

He Mian pursed his lips, the strands of hair on his forehead slightly covered his eyes, casting a shadow in the bottom of his eyes.

Bai Yao suddenly asked: "Why do you always walk with your head down?"

He paused and didn't respond.

Bai Yao poked his shoulder with her finger, and when he looked up, she pointed upward and said, "This is where the result is."

He Mian looked in the direction she pointed.

It was on the grape trellis. Between the green vines, there was a bunch of pitiful little fruits hanging on the trellis. They were still very small and were a very sour green color.

The grape trellis has not been taken care of much, so it is really unexpected that it can bear fruit. In the recent wind and rain, this bunch of fruits did not blow away by the wind and rain, which is really lucky.

He Mian often walked by here, but he never noticed that there was a bunch of grapes here.

Bai Yao said: "You often work here. Every time you pass by here, you can look up and help me check this bunch of fruit. When it is ripe, I want to eat it. Okay?"

There was a dark light in the boy's black eyes. He wanted to lower his head out of habit, but this time he held back for some reason. He replied to her in a dry tone: "Yeah."

He walked steadily along the way and remained as taciturn as ever. Only when Bai Yao spoke to him would he simply respond once or twice.

Out of the backyard, there is a flat tiled road.

Bai Yao got off his back, her eyebrows curved, and she smiled: "He Mian, thank you."

He said, “You’re welcome.”

Bai Yao walked a few steps towards the house, then turned back and waved at him, "See you tomorrow."

She ran into the door in a few steps, leaving only the afterimage of her fluttering skirt lingering in people's sight, like fog or light.

He Mian's Adam's apple rolled, and his jawline became even more tense. He turned around and walked out slowly. His hands holding the shoulder straps out of habit increased their strength, and veins on the back of his hands emerged faintly, suggesting that his current mood was different from the calm on the surface.

An eighteen-year-old boy is at the age of full blood and vigor. Even if he suppresses the surging hormones of adolescence on a daily basis, when it reaches the critical point, he will eventually burst out.

When he got home, there were things he needed to do, and He Mian finally had some rest time until late at night.

There is also a bookshelf in his bedroom, which is filled with books with creases and marks. Even though he had to end his studies due to life pressures, he did not intend to let his life go on like this.

He Mian was working very hard to save money. He thought that one day, he could leave Minghu Town, get away from this place, continue his studies, and live the life he wanted.

Tonight, he sat at his desk for a long time, but he couldn't concentrate on reading even a single piece of paper.

The girl lay on his back, calling his name, and the hot air she exhaled seemed to still flow around his ears.

Unlike his body, hers was soft.

He Mian even remembered the feeling of her poking his shoulder with her fingers, light and a little itchy.

"He Mian, can you help me raise my head and look up?"

It was as if the sound echoing in his ears defeated him.

He Mian bent down, resting his forehead on the edge of the table, his breathing turbid.

The awful feeling made his body heat up along with his boiling blood, and the emotion that emerged from his eyes was all self-loathing.

The pen fell under the table.

The boy pursed his lips, clenched his hands downwards, and closed his eyes in annoyance.

As long as he couldn't see his own ugly appearance, he could just think of it as him going crazy in a dream.