Fangro

Touching the scenery, nostalgia, or strange power and chaos finally knocked down Yang Zhen's sanity.

He couldn't recover from the sound of the abacus for a long time, and for a moment he completely forgot to care that this is someone else's home and other people's things.

The wooden feel is a bit rusty, and it can be felt that it is an old abacus that has been through the years. I don’t know whose hands it came to Quan Wei’s home. Zhen was instantly heartbroken.

Yinsui is made of fine copper. It has changed owners several times in the past 300 years, but the wear and tear is almost negligible. It is immortal and uncorrupted.

Forgot which year it was in the middle of winter, he was keeping accounts under the candlestick, the candlelight was fluctuating, the wind and snow were whistling outside the window, but the weights and measures were still on the record, that kind of stillness made him write on a whim, "Drinking Years" "Two words.

If there is nothing in the heart, the dust will not mess with it, and the years will drink up without changing its nature.

Zhang Shuyu likes its stable characteristics, unlike people's fickleness.

He took it to travel north and south to measure the goods, and he has never left it for 9 years. It is already like an arm and a limb. Now he is wandering with a lonely soul and becomes Yang Zhen. Where is the soulless Yin Sui?Is it buried in the tomb of Yalang in his dream, or buried in the yellow sand hills of the desert?

In all fairness, if the war in the Central Plains continues, it may be a blessing to die in the desert before the troubled times, rather than being displaced later.

But although Kuyu is bitter, Yu Zhang Shuyu is deeply rooted. He doesn't know whether he will be able to go back or not, and he doesn't know how long it will take to dilute the sadness and helplessness of leaving his hometown.

It may be for a moment, or for a lifetime, the world is unpredictable, what can he do other than bear it silently?

Because of the discomfort caused by the choking in his throat, Yang Zhen turned his head slightly, but two lines of clear tears could not bear such a slight disturbance, and fell down defenselessly.

The studio faced the southeast, and it was almost noon, and there was only a little slant left, which shone on the floor under the window sill. The halo of that area was particularly bright when viewed from the room, while other places were somewhat eclipsed.

Yang Zhen stood in a dazed corner, crackling his abacus, but his whole body gave Quan Wei an abnormally quiet feeling.For a moment, Quan Wei even felt that he shouldn't be standing there.

This feeling is really a hell in broad daylight, Quan Wei quickly came to his senses, feeling that his recent logic is a bit faulty, he can see with both eyes that Yang Zhen is not only here, but also playing his beloved old abacus.

Regardless of whether he took it for himself as a thief, Quan Wei took a sip of sour plum soup, walked towards the corner, and wanted to argue with Yang Zhen who was facing him sideways, whoever gave him the courage to touch other people's things would not wait for Quan Wei When he came to him, a small thing suddenly rolled down from Yang Zhen's chin, hit a corner of the abacus, broke into N petals and splashed out.

Quan Wei's attention was attracted, but the falling process was too fast, and he caught it halfway, he didn't see what it was, until his eyes returned to Yang Zhen's face, Quan Wei realized that It's tears.

Quan Wei paused, half surprised and half puzzled.

A big man didn't cry when his hands were chopped off, he didn't cry when he was beaten to the hospital with a stomachache, and he cried when he went to his house to make a plan secretly. What's the reason?

"you……"

There was a bit of suspicion and displeasure on his face, and he was about to ask Yang Zhen what was going on, when the people in the corner were startled by the voice, and gave Quan Wei a particularly embarrassed look, then immediately turned around, facing away from him. Quan Wei said "Sorry" in a low voice.

Yang Zhen's movements were fast, so the staring at each other was very short, but maybe there were too many emotions in his eyes, which made his calm face full of traces, like the kind of impenetrable power. Grief met face to face, and surprise and curiosity immediately overwhelmed Xing Shi's questioning.

Although Yang Zhen's behavior is inexplicable, but his intuition is very keen and tells Quan Wei that he shouldn't have nothing to say now.

With his back turned to him, Yang Zhen pretended to hang up the abacus, but the small movements of wiping his face could not hide from Quan Wei 5.1's eyes. He stood there for a while, and walked out of the studio lightly.

The room was quiet, and the presence of footsteps was strong. Yang Zhen was relieved when he heard the people behind him drifting away. He just lost his temper in front of people. Fortunately, Quan Wei was kind and didn't embarrass him.

Someone needs comfort when he is frustrated, and of course he needs it too, but he doesn't want people who don't have deep acquaintances to ask too much, because he needs to explain why this is the case, and he has to bear the incomprehension that others may have.

Quan Wei's reaction was just right for him, as a stranger, that's how it should end.

There was a small stool in the corner, and Yang Zhen sat down on it, and took a while to calm down the turbulent emotions.

His heart was heavy all the time, but he was tense and didn't allow himself to vent, he couldn't even stand still, how could he have time to hurt the spring and the autumn?So Yang Zhen never thought that he would suddenly show his feet in Quan Wei's home.

He couldn't hold back his grief, his emotions were not something he could completely control, if Quan Wei asked, Yang Zhen felt that he didn't know how to answer, he had an explanation, but who would listen?

Yang Zhen has always been steady, and this kind of embarrassment is rare in his life. He sat with his head empty for a while, feeling a little lost in his thoughts, but instinctively felt that the sun was very warm, so he slowly dragged the stool under the window sill , and then collapsed his back, stretched his feet casually, and basked in the sun for a while.

The room is full of woodwork, and at first glance it looks like an ancient interior. For a while, when Yang Zhen leaned his head on the window sill, he said to himself in his heart.

An unprecedented ease grew in his lungs, and the environment seemed less cramped. He greedily took a long breath, until the pressure of being unable to breathe overwhelmingly hit him, and he began to exhale again.

A few minutes later, Yang Zhen opened his eyes, and the fragility and sadness had disappeared. He sat up and smiled as if practicing, and then got up and walked to the bedroom.

Quan Wei is peeling fruit in the living room.

The carpenter's knife skills are excellent. The three melons and two dates in the fruit basket sent by Ms. Luo's husband couldn't stand him. The weight of the fruit, but Quan Wei still refused to stop.

When he has something on his mind, he will be very diligent.

It's a pity that peeling fruit is a pediatrics for him that doesn't need to use his eyes, and he is not very distracted, so he can't stop thinking about it.

There has never been a person who has given Quan Wei such a weird feeling as Yang Zhen. Either he likes it or hates it, or these two feelings are inextricably mixed together, and it becomes a pile of muddy mud that cannot be sorted out.

Judging by Yang Zhen's usual performance, he is the kind of person who is very shameless, rolling all over the floor in pain and refusing to make a sound, but today he is crying without thinking, maybe because it is too rare and weird, Quan Wei is in the living room It hasn't been long since I sat there, but that scene has been played back several times in my mind.

And every time he thought about it, he became even more incomprehensible.

It's not that Quan Wei has never seen a man cry. He cried when his father died; his father also cried when his hands were chopped off; and the moment Sun Shaoning got his medical examination form, he also cried bitterly.

But they all understand how they cry, because of reluctance, pain and fear, so why is Yang Zhen?Is there anything in his room that irritates Yang Zhen?

At this time, Quan Wei was immersed in confusion, and his brain capacity was limited, and he forgot one thing, that is, curiosity killed the cat, and the desire to seek out a person is the beginning of getting closer to him.

Yang Zhen walked to the door of the studio, and at a glance, he saw that Quan Wei seemed to be working intently, turning the pear with a knife, the peel was connected into a line, and fell tremblingly into the trash can, the skin and flesh were separated, and the snow-white pulp slowly appeared out of shape.

He hid the embarrassment of crying in front of others, and knocked on the door of the studio as if nothing had happened, creating a little attention-grabbing movement.

Quan Wei raised his head in response, his dark eyes locked on people, and Yang Zhen's expression was not obvious, and he had returned to normal.Before Quan Wei started to have any thoughts in his mind, he subconsciously felt that this was more pleasing to the eye.

Yang Zhen took the initiative to break the silence, he found a very vulgar excuse and said: "I, can I use the bathroom?"

Bringing people in and seeing the house, at most dragging the floor after leaving, but the nature of using the bathroom is different. It can even be said to be indirect physical contact, and Quan Wei's instinct is to resist.

This can be seen from his undisguised hesitation.

If Yang Zhen really had the third urgency, then the atmosphere would be stagnant. Fortunately, this was just an excuse for nothing. Yang Zhen immediately said: "The kitchen is also fine, I want to wash my hands."

There was no forbearance or suffocation on his face, and he changed his words quickly, Quan Wei was a little uncertain whether he really had a bladder emergency, or just wanted to wash his hands.

Although Yang Zhen didn't approach him, he had been wandering around in Quan Wei's life for a long time. If he didn't steal the word just now, Quan Wei would have agreed to come.

He has touched the abacus, the bathroom... Let him use it, Quan Wei thought foresight, and she still has to beg him to write.

"There's a smell in the kitchen," Quan Wei said blindly, "Go wash your hands in the bathroom, turn left when you go out, the second door."

Yang Zhen didn't know that he had so many dramas in his mind. After thanking him, he went to the bathroom to get some soy sauce for washing his hands. When he came out again, Quan Wei was no longer in the living room, and the fruit plate was gone.He went into the studio and found that Quan Wei was sitting on the bench with his legs crossed, eating an apple, and he could still see the juice splashing in the air after taking a bite.

The image of this man saying that he doesn't eat apples in the hospital instantly popped up in Yang Zhen's mind, and suddenly he couldn't laugh because Quan Wei didn't eat them with much interest.

He walked over and first apologized to Quan Wei: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have messed with your things."

Quan Wei originally thought that he would expose the matter and not mention it, so he was stunned for a while, and forgave him for the sake of the unreleased words: "It's okay to move, the problem is that you didn't ask me beforehand, but forget it this time, Because you have better calculations than me."

Quan Wei's abacus calculation is the level of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division of two-digit numbers and two-digit numbers. For this abacus, he has dusted it much more often than abacus calculation.

But Yang Zhen laughed at once. Many people in the Central Plains said this before. Although it may be just out of politeness, this kind of politeness that runs through the past and the present can also move him, because he has been a long, long time... Zhen.

He swept away the calm and alienation, and said with a smile on his face: "Thank you, there will be no next time. Do you want the cursive script of the character 'Shou'? What is it for?"

Quan Wei had never seen Yang Zhen smile so happily, a strong sense of familiarity came over his face, and he couldn't help but want to take a step back, to resist some kind of indescribable threat in the air.

But there was nothing in the air, not even a breeze.

Quan Wei stood still, a little uncomfortable by the strange and strange feeling, he absent-mindedly replied: "Written on a paperweight for decoration, do you know what a paperweight is?"

Yang Zhen nodded clearly.

Of course he knew about paperweights, he sold more paperweights than the Taobao store where Quan Wei bought Screaming Chicken.