Midsummer of Eden

It was less than six o'clock in the morning, Yin Jueming didn't hear any movement from the neighbors, presumably Zhang Chi and the old lady hadn't woken up yet.He was too tired yesterday, so he just turned on the lights this time, and looked at the house he was about to spend four months in.

The bedroom was organized in an orderly manner. According to his previous request, it was simple and bright. The walls and roof were painted milky white, and all the furniture was cooked wood.A bed with a large window to the east and a balcony behind it.There is a table facing the small side window, and a wooden lattice bookcase inlaid on the wall.One tall wardrobe and one short drawer.

There is a lot of space, and there is nothing extra.

There is a wooden ladder next to the door of the house, leading to a small attic on the third floor, which looks suitable for storing things and has been cleaned spotlessly by Zhang Chi.The roof of the attic is sloping, with transparent windows at both ends.In the morning, you can watch the sunrise in the east, and in the evening, you can watch the sunset in the west.

The creative environment is undoubtedly important, at least Yin Jueming is satisfied with Zhang Chi's arrangement.

He had just showered and was wearing a baggy, light nightgown.The wind blows from the east window, and Yin Jueming's nightgown is bulged by the wind, and the silhouette of Yin Jueming's body can be seen faintly in the morning light.The sky is getting brighter at dawn, and the wind is getting stronger. Outside the window is the whole town and Lin Tao flying and swaying in the distance, and many birds are singing.

Yin Jueming completely pushed open the window on the east side of the attic, turned over and sat on the edge of the window, with his two calves hanging out of the window, kicking back and forth.Lin Tao under his feet seemed to respond to him, and the rustling sound became louder in an instant. The wind poured into his long pajamas and touched his naked body.

Yin Jueming squinted his eyes, his curly black hair was flying, and he couldn't help but look up, like any animal that is pleased by nature.

There was a sound downstairs, and then he looked down on his toes.

Downstairs, in the small nursery, Zhang Chi came out at some point, yawning while holding a watering can.He looked more unkempt than when we met yesterday, and his hair was disheveled.He must have never expected that Yin Jueming would wake up so early. At this moment, his naked upper body was drawn out by the morning light, giving off a honey-colored light.

The rain broke yesterday, and today there is still the warm smell of dust after a fresh summer rain in the air.Zhang Chi casually slipped through a stream of water for the flowers and plants, squatted down and picked up a small shovel to loosen the soil one by one.Afterwards, he pulled on his slippers, walked to the bushes a little far away, untied his belt, and took a dip in the urine.

Just as Zhang Chi was tying up his trouser belt and preparing to go back to the house, he caught sight of something from the corner of his sleepy eyes and immediately glanced up.

Probably because he hadn't woken up and was frightened, Zhang Chi, who was still in a daze, burst out a sentence, and looked up for a long time, as if he was wondering what was going on.

Immediately, he frowned again, raised his head and akimbo: "Dangerous! Has the fever subsided? How do you feel?"

What Zhang Chi asked was of course Yin Jueming's illness, but Yin Jueming giggled, clapping his hands to his mouth in the shape of a trumpet: "I feel, it's great——"

Seeing Yin Jueming sitting swaying by the window, Zhang Chi obviously didn't think so. Although the jade-like ankles hanging on the rough wooden cross brace looked dazzling, Zhang Chi always felt that Yin Jueming was like those books swaying in the wind, and the light nightgown The sleeves of the clothes are tumbling and fluttering, which makes people feel that there is no texture.Zhang Chi felt that he was about to be blown away by the wind.

Yin Jueming looked down and watched Zhang Chi drop a series of tools in his hand and rush into the house. Within a minute, he was hugged from behind by a powerful arm.Zhang Chi frowned, his messy image made him look more like a young man in his early twenties than yesterday.

"Are you all right?" Zhang Chi put the back of his hand on his forehead, and breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought you were confused! Dude, although the place is not high, it's the third floor anyway, falling down is not a joke, it's dangerous .Stop leaning towards the window all the time!"

"I haven't told you yet, I said yesterday to get me medicine."

"I put the medicine on your bedside."

"Why don't you ask me to eat?"

Zhang Chi didn't speak, but laughed twice.When he smiled, he showed a little childishness, unlike the old school before.

"Qin Shuo said that I'm most afraid of disturbing you, are you serious?" Yin Jueming walked down the ladder with bare feet, holding a few medicines and turned around to put them in Zhang Chi's palm who followed him, "I don't need the medicine anymore, I'm so hungry now...you asked me to eat last night anyway, didn't you?"

Zhang Chi raised his eyebrows and became familiar with it. He closed his palms together and said, "The porridge is in the pot, just go and fry a few dishes. You can walk down in 10 minutes."

Ten minutes later, Yin Jueming changed his clothes and knocked on the other party's door. He vaguely heard Zhang Chi calling him to come in, so he opened the door without authorization.

The room was filled with the aroma of rice porridge and vegetables, silently tempting his hungry stomach, but when Yin Jueming entered the room, his attention was completely attracted by the books in the room.

There are not many furnishings in the living room. There is a TV set on the wall, a sofa and a coffee table, and a long wooden table surrounded by six or seven chairs. The walls around the house are all hollowed out, densely packed with Books, along with the wooden ladders facing the wall to the second floor, have been accumulated to the height of the second floor. The four sides are like a castle surrounded by book walls, and two wooden ladders that can be climbed are against the wall.

"Oh my God." Even with the anticipation in his mind, Yin Jueming was still sincerely surprised to see such a bookstore.

He certainly did not expect that in such a small town in such a countryside, an old lady could have such a large collection of books in her own home.

As if Zhang Chi had expected it, he brought the porridge, steamed buns and side dishes to the table: "Your friend Mr. Qin came to visit before, I thought he told you about it. My grandma has no other hobbies, but loves reading and goes to school in the town. The kids from here always come here to borrow...eat!"

"What about your grandmother?" Yin Jueming excitedly walked along the wall of books, "How did you get so many books?"

Zhang Chi told you after speaking, then threw away his apron and walked to the second floor, and helped the old lady out of the room.

The old lady also looked more energetic than yesterday, clapping Zhang Chi's hand: "I woke up earlier than usual today? Is it because of the guests who came yesterday?"

The 'guest who came yesterday' was standing under the stairs at the moment, and he took the initiative to say hello to the old lady, explaining that he had a low-grade fever yesterday and was unable to meet her.

The old lady was wearing a serge shirt, with a low ponytail on the back of her head, her hair was almost gray, but her eyes were not confused.If you look carefully, you can still find some youthful charm, and the accent is not standard.

Later, the old lady said that she liked Yin Jueming the first time she saw him.Yin Jueming stood downstairs in a clean and fresh outfit, holding a book in his hand. He was obviously a newcomer, but he seemed to blend in well with this place.

Yin Jueming also has curiosity about the old lady.

After all, not every old lady living in such a country can have such a house of books.

The old lady's name was Zhang Haiyin, and she said she was Zhang Chi's grandmother, but in fact Zhang Chi took her surname.As for Zhang Chi's parents, the old lady didn't mention it at the dinner table, so Yin Jueming didn't ask too much.She told Yin Jueming that she didn't have the name Zhang Haiyin when she was a child, but she changed her name because she wanted to see the sea too much later.She was born in Qiqihar, grew up in Hegang, and later married and had children there.Later, I went south to Youma Town, Panshui Township, and I was destined to have a relationship with this land.Never left again.

Now that I am old, many things about my youth slip through my mind every night like a horse.She is not in good health now, and she is afraid that in a few more years, her legs and feet will not be comfortable to move around, so day and night, she just wants to go back to Hegang, the land that once gave birth and made her heart move.

Yin Jueming asked the old lady again if she could stay in the study for a while.

Normally Zhang Haiyin is at home, but today is different, she is going to town today.So she said, leave the key to Yin Jueming.

For a stranger like Yin Jueming who had just arrived, the old lady didn't show too much defensiveness. I don't know if there is really nothing valuable in the house, or she trusts his appearance.

"I'll go too, just go." Zhang Chi, who had already had breakfast, put on his short boots, his hair had been combed, and he looked neat and energetic.He smiled at the mirror, showing a bit of a rebellious smile.Turning to look at Yin Jueming again, "What do you lack? Do you want me to bring you something back?"

Yin Jueming looked Zhang Chi up and down silently, stirring the red bean porridge back and forth in his hands: "I thought about it, why don't I go with you first?"

"Go together?" Zhang Chi laughed, "I'm going to work, it's okay to go, I can't send you back. But that place is not far away, the town is only two or three kilometers away."

Zhang Chi was curious about Yin Jueming's work, but he didn't ask much.He is a craftsman himself, and it stands to reason that he has something in common with creation, but he himself is not very interested in creation, but admires exquisite skills more.Yin Jueming wants to go to the town with him, because he doesn't intend to engage in creation today, but wants to get familiar with the environment.Zhang Chi has to catch up with his own work, but on the one hand, he feels that he is a newcomer, so it is not easy to neglect, and on the other hand, there is no signal in this place, and the person will be lost. If something goes wrong, he has to be responsible.So before leaving, he wrote down the phone number of his workshop and put it in Yin Jueming's trouser pocket, so that if he really wanted to find him, he wouldn't be able to find it.

He said to him again: "I'll be fine in the afternoon. I'll pick you up for dinner at noon. I'll take you shopping in the rest of the time. I have a few brothers in the town. I'll let them take you for a walk later."

"Alright." Yin Jueming smiled at him.

It was completely bright, and the clouds were still rolling before eight o'clock, and the wind hadn't stopped. Zhang Chi drove a black Santana, with Yin Jueming sitting in the co-pilot, and the old lady sitting in the back, driving along the small slope all the way to the town. .

Zhang Chi first sent the old lady to the church in the town. She had a dinner today and a tea party in the afternoon.When the old lady got out of the car, Zhang Chi opened all four car windows, and turned up the volume of the music on the car, which was the song "Love Is a Last resort" that Zhang Chi hadn't finished listening to yesterday.

Yin Jueming couldn't help laughing: "Aren't you old?"

"I don't think so." Zhang Chi also smiled, stepped on the shutter quickly, and drove to the door of the workshop in less than 2 minutes.

The workshop is on the west side of the town, there are few small houses, and there are several handicraft workshops next to each other.When Qin Shuo introduced him to him before, Yin Jueming remembered that Zhang Chi was doing woodwork. When he actually got to the door of the workshop and saw Zhang Chi take out the tools from the trunk, he had a very real feeling.

Real, but also novel.

Yin Jueming poked his head out of the window, and saw a group of youths in their early twenties rushing towards us from the entrance of the workshop, full of youthful vigor.They called Zhang Chi "Brother Zhang".