I still don't want to go to school today

Lunch is already prepared on the table in the private room. At first glance, it is mostly aquatic products, complete with fish and shrimp, and a small dish of stir-fried seasonal vegetables.Comparing with the simplicity of the dishes, the plate arrangement is also very casual, with a sense of unpretentious and natural materials.

The largest enamel bowl on the table is covered by an iron plate, and there is a small bowl next to it, which contains unstirred egg liquid - the size of the bird that lays this egg should be much smaller than that of a chicken, and two or three yolks are squeezed into it. Together a coin can also cover the whole.

Fu Luojia speculated unreliably based on what he had seen and heard before: "Is it... a sparrow egg?"

"Pigeon or quail eggs." Xu Zhibian rubbed his chin to disagree. "Is this supposed to be eaten raw?"

Fu Luojia reached out his hand to check the temperature of the bowl wall, "It may be eaten the same way as crossing the bridge rice noodles... Pour the raw egg white and egg yolk into the soup, and cook it directly."

Xu Zhijian picked up the small bowl, lifted the lid and poured it into the bowl.

"Actually, I'm not particularly sure—"

"It's fish soup inside. It smells good." As he spoke, he took a spoon to scoop up half a spoonful, put it on his own lips first, and handed the remaining third to Fu Luojia. "It's okay, it's very fresh. Be careful it's hot."

Fu Luojia stopped worrying about how to eat the egg, and carefully took a sip of the fish soup.

The soup is milky white and tastes fresh.

Xu Zhibian suddenly laughed: "You only do this when you're eating—"

Fu Luojia was almost burned, "...huh?"

Xu Zhibian moved the spoon away, smiled and shook his head, "Forget it. It's nothing."

After the dinner plate was taken away, Fu Luojia took out his mobile phone immediately, and was terrified by the red number 1 in the upper right corner of the information column.

Unlike his father and his relatives, his mother basically does not use social software, and only has two basic ways of contacting people: phone calls and text messages.

His mother seems to have a natural aversion to the form of communication that uses words as a carrier.Not to mention all kinds of novel chat apps, even for text messages, she will try her best to minimize the number of times she uses them.What's weird is that she deals with everything on Luojia's mobile phone—of course including many chat records in text form—but she always has the enthusiasm for snooping and the patience to search.

As far as "how to get in touch with Fu Luojia", she usually takes the form of "calling".And according to experience, his mother should still be talking to grandma about the never-ending "that family surnamed Fu" at this time, and she will hardly be free to think of contacting him and asking where he is now.

Even so, Fu Luojia was unavoidably nervous when opening unread messages.

...But fortunately, it was just a notification from the operator.

Logically speaking, since everyone has come out, he should think of countermeasures for various situations.But he really didn't.Just relying on the luck of not being discovered, he went out.

Fortunately, the stamina is quite strong.So far...he has no regrets.

From the back door is the river - half of the farmhouse is built on a gentle river beach.Holding the folding stool, he followed Xu Zhijian across the river sand, stepping on large and small rocks.

From time to time, thin streams of water can be seen between the stone crevices.The water flow is extremely clear, and the algae is reflected in a light green color, which can make people feel the coolness coming from the face.

Xu Zhibian lazily carried a leisure bag on his shoulder and a fishing tackle bag in his hand.One end of the fishing tackle bag hangs very low, almost moving forward by rubbing against the stones.

He saw a slender blade of grass around Xu Zhibian's ankle was bent and straightened again.

There is a deep depression in the riverbed at every distance, and the water accumulates to form a small clear pool. Those who want to swim usually choose to swim here.

There are already four or five families in the pool closest to the farmhouse, and the children's playfulness can be heard from far away, together with the red and green swimsuits, breaking the quiet atmosphere of this cold landscape.

They continued upstream and stopped at another unoccupied pool.

The mountain is very high, the sun is very scarce, and only a small piece of pebbles under the water surface is favored.

Xu Zhibian threw away his bag, took off his shoes and socks, and stepped into such a side of water with a few steps.

"and many more--"

The water is too clear, and the actual depth is likely to be much greater than imagined, Fu Luojia worried that he didn't realize it.

However, Xu Zhibian stopped before the water reached his knees.

"There are fish. Very small fish." Xu Zhibian leaned over and stared at the water surface with his hands on his knees.

It may be because this sentence was spoken facing the water, or it may be because this sentence itself contains a sense of surprise that Xu Zhiyan seldom reveals—in short, Xu Zhibian's voice sounds extremely clear and clear.

Fu Luojia was stunned, unfolded the folding stool, found a slightly flat place and sat down.

Xu Zhibian slowly put his hand into the water.The moment he made this action, the sunlight suddenly disappeared.Fu Luojia looked up, and the clouds happened to pass by.

Suddenly there was a rush of water.

"Ah..." Xu Zhijian scratched his head and sighed back to the shore, "Slipped."

Fu Luojia looked at his calves where the water was flowing down, and grabbed a handful of grass blades casually. "What are you catching fish for?"

"I'll show you."

Fu Luojia smiled.

Xu Zhiyan unzipped the fishing gear bag, "There are rods and lines in the bag, can you put bait in it? If you can't, I'll get it. Help me throw the swimming trunks in that bag over here."

Fu Luojia let go of the leaves of grass and rummaged through the bag, and took out a pair of dark blue swimming trunks. "I'll have to fish somewhere else if you're swimming here."

"...That's right." Xu Zhijian shook off the half-taken out fishing rod, "I'll do it later."

When Fu Luojia raised his head again, Xu Zhijian had already lifted his shirt off.

Xu Zhimian is very fair, he doesn't need to know it a second time; what is rare is the muscular lines on his body which are subtle but vigorous.

If thinness itself has an age, then Xu Zhibian's thinness is in the transition period from adolescence to youth.

Fu Luojia admitted with some difficulty that the first word that came to his mind was "beautiful".

A brilliant age.

He inevitably fell into the cliché, thinking, if it was a girl, everyone would like Xu Zhijian, right?

Suddenly I changed my mind.

in the case of……

Will you like it too?

Xu Zhibian didn't shy away from changing the swimming trunks, he threw away the last piece of fabric and didn't rush to find something to block the key parts, so he calmly shook off the swimming trunks and put them on.

Before Fu Luojia could move his eyes away, he was easily hit.

He thought endlessly, when the young and beautiful without adulteration comes to you in the name of "Mu Ai", you will inevitably be driven by the blatant desire/desire to cater to everyone else.

But you're doing it dumber than everyone else.

If he walks up to someone else—actually anyone, as long as it's not you—then give a response he'd prefer to see.

You are not special, but you hold some strange weights in your hands, weighted by luck, giving him the illusion of "you are special".

He is different from you.He is special.The truth is, he is equally young and beautiful in the eyes of others——

Fu Luojia felt someone touch his hair. "What's the matter? Suddenly lost consciousness again."

"...No." Fu Luojia lifted up the woven blade of grass, "Send it to you."

"Wow." Xu Zhijian took it, "Is it a made-up fish?"

"...It's a chicken. Is it that different?"

"Ah, it's my problem." Xu Zhibian stepped forward, raised his chin and kissed him on the lips. "Bring me back."