attacking short legs

Father Lian walked for more than an hour along the only concrete road in the village to the market in the town. On the way, the villagers looked at him with unusually sharp eyes, and quite a few pointed in front of his face.

This is the bad thing in the countryside. Any trouble can be like a thunderbolt on the flat ground, and it will explode in every household. Ye Xin and her aunt scolded all the way home, and described Lian Que's matter with embellishments whenever they met. Everyone was amazed when they heard it, and some of them panicked and even came to the door non-stop to ask for confirmation.

Fortunately, the market was far away from the village, and news about Lian Que would not be heard there for a while. Lian's father finally got rid of those thorny eyes when he walked to the market, raised his head, and breathed a sigh of relief.

He went to the grain and oil market and used all his money to buy two jugs of freshly squeezed sesame oil, picked out a box of milk and a box of fruit, and personally referred to Ye Xin's house to apologize for Lian Que.

The people in Ye Xin's family didn't give him good face because of this little benefit, they teased Lian's father for a long time, and finally kicked Lian's father out of their house until they were really at the end of words.

Even the face that his father spent most of his life earning was gone overnight, and he didn't know how he walked home. His legs were clearly hanging on his body, but it didn't seem to be his own.

When I got home, the sun was half hidden by the horizon, and the west was ablaze.

As soon as he reached the gate of his own yard, Lian's father was startled. There was a large circle of people outside the gate, and all of them stretched their heads to look into the yard.

Father Lian's heart skipped a beat, and he quietly squeezed in against the wall and saw a row of kneeling at the door of his building.

"Ancestor! It's really not embarrassing!" Lian's father gritted his teeth, pressed his voice and stomped his feet, covering half of his face with his hands, wishing he could find a hole in the ground.He pushed aside the surrounding villagers, without even looking at Lian Que, walked into the house with a stride, and closed the door with a bang.

"Father..." Seeing Lian's father passing by in a hurry, Lian Que straightened up immediately, and before he could say "Father", he was silenced by the heavy closing sound of the door.

Duan Yu glanced at him sideways, quietly grabbed his hand, and patted the back of his hand lightly, this was the first time his hand was colder than his own.

Lian Que lowered his head, holding back his tears, thinking that there was a group of people staring behind him, and he didn't even dare to take a look at Yu Yu, for fear of arousing another tongue.

"Look quickly! Their family's Lian Que must really like men! He's holding hands!" Some sharp-eyed person said this.

Song Mu heard the discussion behind him, turned his head towards the source of the voice and scolded angrily: "It's Chinese New Year's Eve! Accumulate some morals!"

Lian's mother was listening to the movement outside the door, while Lian's father sat on a small bench by the wall and smoked non-stop.

"It's almost time for dinner, why do you let them kneel outside like that?" Lian Mu asked in a low voice.

"I didn't make them kneel." Lian's father glanced at Lian's mother, took a puff of cigarette, and then threw the remaining cigarette butt on the ground, stomping on it with the sole of his shoe and rubbing it until the whole cigarette butt turned black. Only when it becomes a shriveled piece of paper.

"I shouldn't have let him come back! I shouldn't have let him come back!" Lian's mother folded her hands and kept muttering with a bitter face. She always felt that as long as Lian Que didn't come back and didn't match him up with Ye Xin, he liked it. Men don't exist anymore.

"Is there cooking on the stove?" Father Lian asked with a frown, smelling the smell of burnt food in the kitchen.

"Oops!" Lian's mother rushed to the backyard and saw that the vegetables in the pot were all mushy, so she threw the spatula into the pot: "Anyway, this year is not a good one! There is no need to eat this meal." !"

The people outside the courtyard saw Lian Que and the others just kneeling like this, without causing any disturbance. Seeing that it was almost time for dinner, many people left sparsely.

At this moment, the sound of the rolling wheels of the suitcase being dragged on the ground came from the path outside the courtyard gate, and a tall and handsome boy stood outside the crowd, his eyebrows and eyes somewhat resembled Lian Que's.

"Ouch, Liantai is back." Aunt Tao, who was about to go back to the house next door, raised her head and looked at the boy in front of her.

Liantai glanced at her indifferently, and the tall and slender man effortlessly looked past the crowd in front of him, looked into his yard, and asked, "What happened?"

"You don't know yet?" Aunt Tao covered her mouth gloatingly and whispered, "The news about your brother has spread throughout the village."

"What's the matter?" Liantai looked at Aunt Tao coldly, not being affected by her eccentric tone at all.

"It's not that your brother likes men." A middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth and a wretched face looked at Liantai with a strange smile, "Liantai, do you like men or women?"

Without saying a word, Liantai put the suitcase aside and kicked the middle-aged man in the stomach: "Try to say it again?"

The crowd immediately became noisy. The middle-aged man was supported by others, and together with other people in the village, he accused and abused Liantai, but no one dared to fight back. People dare not provoke easily.

Duan Yu quickly noticed the movement behind him, he pushed Lian Que: "Who is that person?"

Lian Que turned his head and took a look, almost stood up from the ground in surprise: "Why is my brother back..."

Liantai ignored the accusations and insults from the people around him, pushed aside the crowd, and walked straight to Lian Que.

"Brother, I'm back." Lian Tai restrained the sharpness in his eyes, and smiled at Lian Que, "Come on, get up, don't kneel."

"Liantai, I..." Lian Que bit his lip, pondered for a long time before continuing, "Didn't you listen to those people outside..."

"Listen." Lian Tai glanced at Duan Yu, saw his hand holding Lian Que's hand, and smiled: "What's the matter, I guessed it a long time ago, if you like women, I think it's strange. "

Lian Que was taken aback: "You don't mind?"

"Mind?" Liantai raised his lips, "What do you mind? As long as my brother is doing well, I don't mind anything. I have seen the world of your brother."

Lian Que's grievances were said by Lian Tai, and they poured out all at once, and the tears couldn't stop flowing out.

Liantai took out a pack of tissues from his pocket, hesitated for a while, and finally handed it to Duanyu: "My parents know?"

The first time Duan Yu saw Liantai, he knew that he was different from other people in this village. He took the tissue, took out a paper towel and put it in Lian Que's hand: "Well, it's inside the house."

Liantai sighed softly: "Let's not talk about this in our village, in Fangcheng, it's unacceptable for a while as a parent."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at the people outside the courtyard, bent down and patted Lian Que on the shoulder: "Brother, don't worry, I have a solution, just wait."

"What do you want to do?" Lian Que wiped the tears from his face, and looked at Lian Tai worriedly.

"Look for grandpa." Liantai pursed his lips and smiled, walked out of the yard, opened his arms and waved towards the remaining villagers: "Everyone go back to their homes, there is nothing to see, if you don't leave, I have to let go Our rhubarb came out to bite."

Rhubarb bared his teeth in response to the occasion and barked a few times, and there were leftover fish bones under his body.

The villagers were afraid, so they had no choice but to go back in embarrassment.

Lian's father sat in the living room with a sad face, and inadvertently heard the voice outside, which sounded like Liantai, so he secretly opened a crack in the door and took a look outside, only to see that all the villagers surrounding the courtyard had disappeared, and Lian Que and the others were still kneeling. On the ground, there is only a suitcase standing outside the courtyard door.

"What are you looking at?" Lian Mu came over from the backyard.

"I seemed to hear the voice of Liantai just now."

Lian Mu's dim eyes suddenly lit up, as if she had caught a life-saving straw, she wanted to open the door to have a look.

"Don't go out!" Lian's father held her back, frowned and said, "No one."

For a while, he still didn't know how to face Lian Que, even opening the door to look at him felt like a burden.When he thought that his son actually liked men, he felt so awkward.

Lian's mother looked back at Lian's father, sighed sadly, and said weakly: "Go and eat, just one dish, make do with it."

"If you want to eat it yourself, I don't have an appetite." Father Lian let out a heavy breath under his nose.

An hour later, it was dark, and even the wind that had been blowing for a day stopped. I wonder if God pitied Lian Que, who had been kneeling for most of the day.

At first Song Mu was able to straighten his back, but after kneeling for a few hours, he couldn't take it anymore, and now he was pressing his numb calf with his hands to make himself more comfortable.

Lian Que saw it, and said exhaustedly to Song Mu: "This matter has nothing to do with you, it's cold at night, kneeling on the ground for a long time will hurt your body, you should go in first."

Song Mu shook his head: "I've been kneeling for a long time, I can't waste all my previous efforts at this pass."

Bai Luoyi didn't say much all afternoon, but now he laughed: "You finally got the hang of it."

"Don't underestimate me." Song Mu said solemnly.

Bai Luoyi smiled, and when he saw the lights in the room in front of him turned on, he couldn't help sighing: "I hope this will impress them."

Not long after, Liantai came back, supporting an old man with white hair by his hand. The old man staggered towards the yard with a red poppy cane in his hand.

"Lian Que, my precious grandson! What are you doing kneeling here in the freezing cold!" The old man spoke too hastily and coughed.

Lian Que looked back, and just wanted to get up to help the old man, but his legs and feet were numb from kneeling for too long, and he fell down again before he got up.

Seeing this, the old man hurriedly mobilized Liantai: "Don't help me, hurry up and get your brother up, what a pain! My old man feels sorry for me!"

After finishing speaking, the old man looked up at the closed door, then walked over slowly with a stern face, raised the crutch in his hand with difficulty, and slammed it on the door: "Lian Jianmin! You Heartless thing! Open the door for me!"