domestic hell grinder

Yin Zhao was indeed not full at noon. Apart from the poor taste of Tang Yi's cooking, it was because the portions were as exquisite as hers.Even so, Yue Ling piled all the things to Yin Zhaona in the name of entertaining guests.

Alas - Yin Zhao sighed for the seventh time today after Tang Yi went out for afternoon tea.

"Yue Ling, although you are gods who can withstand oil and salt, you always had to eat when you were young, right? So what's the matter?"

"My dad does."

Yin Zhao immediately changed the topic: "Where do you live? There are a lot of things in the refrigerator, or is it really like what you told me at the beginning, just buy them back for appearance?"

Yue Ling recalled and said: "Fruit can be washed and eaten, vegetables can be washed and seasoned to make a salad, and some thinly sliced ​​meat can be fried with butter, and they can be put together in the salad. You can eat it, but washing the dishes is troublesome, and I don’t like to do it.”

"Ah that's it?"

"It says so in the cookbook."

Yin Zhao thought for a while and stood up from the sofa: "I'll take you to eat something good."

Yin Zhao asked Yue Ling to take him to the commercial street. On the way, he took Yue Ye, who had come back with a pinch, away.

Before entering the place to eat, Yue Ye subconsciously covered his nose: "It smells so strong."

But Yue Ling quickly realized: "Hot pot."

Yin Zhao bumped him with his elbow: "Hey, have you eaten?"

"It's not in the cookbook, but I've seen Yunfeng eat it before." Yue Ling paused for a moment, then asked Yin Zhao, "Isn't it just cooking the dishes?"

After Yin Zhao saw the meaning of "this can't be delicious" in Yue Ling's eyes, he didn't have time to argue and pulled him in straight away.

"My mouth is so numb." Yue Ye stopped to rest for a while almost every bite.

Yue Ling still didn't talk much, but he rarely stopped with his chopsticks.

Through the steaming heat, one could faintly see fine sweat oozing from Yue Ling's forehead, and Yin Zhao handed over the tissue: "When the weather is colder, preferably when it is snowing, it will feel good to eat something warm." .”

"It's fine now." Yue Ling said in a very soft voice.

"What?" Yin Zhao was affected by the boiling sound of Gululu and couldn't hear it clearly.

After Yue Ling tied up her low ponytail, she said, "It's a bit hot."

"It's hot to eat." Yin Zhao continued to order.

In the sweltering heat, Yue Ling looked at his younger brother sitting across from him eating with his mouth full, and then saw the people beside him picking up vegetables for him out of the corner of his eye. This was very good, Yue Ling thought.When he lowered his eyes and smiled lowly, his long eyelashes trembled slightly due to the weak air current.

When Yue Ye raised his head to drink the hot water solution, when he vaguely saw the smile on the corner of his brother's mouth, he was startled unconsciously. This feeling was a bit strange, and he couldn't express it.

Yue Ye was the first to leave: "My mother is going to drink afternoon tea, right? I'm going to find her. It's so hot."

Before leaving, Yin Zhao suddenly grabbed his clothes: "Is it delicious?"

"It's over, forget about it."

"If you are dishonest, you will pay for it yourself." Yin Zhao insisted on hearing a compliment.

"If you pay the bill, pay the bill," Yue Ye walked around to his brother, "Give me the money."

Yin Zhao shouted: "This doesn't count."

"I give you flowers if I don't spend them, so why don't I spend them?"

"you--"

Yue Ye: "Slightly."

After Yue Ye left, Yin Zhao tugged at his collar; "I'm so angry, it's even hotter."

"Haven't you held up yet?" Yue Ling stood up, "Go for a walk."

"Hold on, you pull me up." Yin Zhao stretched out his hand.

Yue Ling pulled him up and helped his waist: "Have you gained weight?"

"Not fat, don't think about being lazy and not taking me out for dinner, I can't afford to eat three meals a day."

Yue Ling: "...I told you one sentence and you answered three sentences, right?"

"Isn't this full of energy?" Yin Zhao held him, "Let's go for a walk."

It was December, and the cold wind was already blowing.Yin Zhao's body temperature has always been stable, but since he came out wearing a sweater today, he naturally shook Yue Ling tighter after a few symbolic shakes.

"Cold." Yin Zhao said.

"Then go home after a while, do you want that little garland?"

"Which?"

Yue Ling pointed diagonally forward, motioning for Yin Zhao to look over.

The down-and-out man sat in a corner with his knees bent, and a small basket was placed in front of his feet, inside which were stacks of small wreaths made of green branches dotted with flower buds.

Yin Zhao has seen this kind of gadget every day for a long time, bent down to look at it, and felt a little strange for a while: "Buy it, the flowers will be less after winter." He raised his head and looked directly at the man, "We all want a basket."

Men are not old, just dirty, so they look very vicissitudes.He lowered his head and counted the number of garlands one by one, but his arithmetic was really bad, so he had to count again after counting.

Yin Zhao took the large sum of money handed over by Yue Ling: "You take this."

The man shook his head vigorously, and seemed to be stubbornly continuing to count. He shook his head a little too much, and the side of his neck that was previously covered by the messy hair was naturally exposed.

Yin Zhao watched in surprise as Yue Ling also lowered his body, stretched out his hand to hold the man's neck, his hesitant eyes were firmly fixed on a red scar on his neck.The red scar was very special, not only deeply embedded, but also the red lines happened to form a strange pattern of many stars.

Yue Ling's hands suddenly became icy cold, and his face was even colder than the cold wind passing by: "Did you also go there many years ago—"

The man let out a cry, interrupted Yue Ling's question, and kept shaking his hands and head: "I didn't, I didn't."

At the moment Yue Ling was stunned, the man was no longer obsessed with counting the garlands, but grabbed the money that Yin Zhao had stuffed into his hand just now, and hurried away as if seeing some terrible monster.

Yin Zhao thought he had some connection with Yue Ling, so he immediately asked, "We can catch up."

Yue Ling didn't move his feet: "I'm not in good spirits, and I can't catch up with him. Don't torment him."

"Then we-"

"Go home first."

Yue Ling was in a low mood, and immediately went into a hidden room after returning home, and began to rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Yin Zhao stood firmly behind him, watching Yue Ling rummaging through things in bewilderment. He was rarely so restless that Yin Zhao didn't dare to make a sound.

When Yin Zhao scanned the room, he found a family photo.One only needs to look at Yue Ling's father's appearance to know that he and Yue Ling look very similar, but Yue Ye has more Tang-like charm.

When he came back to his senses, he saw Yue Ling finally stop what he was doing.

Picture book——Yue Ling seemed to have found what he wanted, and when he turned to the last page, his hands froze.

When Yin Zhao's eyes fell on the multi-mans pattern, he frowned and said, "It's similar to that."

"It's exactly the same," Yue Ling said slowly, "This is a very strange wound. My father died because of this."

"Why is the homeless man okay?"

"It should be that the injury was milder and he was treated in time. I heard from my uncle that one of them escaped early."

Yin Zhao hesitated for a moment, then patted him on the shoulder: "What did you think of?"

"I—" Yue Ling paused after seeing Tang Yi's slightly cold face, "Yin Zhao, you go out first."

As soon as Yin Zhao turned around, he saw Tang Yi who was obviously displeased, so he stopped asking any more questions, walked out after listening to Yue Ling's words, and closed the door behind him.

"Mom." Yue Ling didn't know what to say.

Tang Yi stared at him quietly for a while, and her voice trembled when she spoke: "Eldest son, don't think about it, okay? We are all living a good life now, why should we worry about a dead person?"

Something in Yue Ling's heart was being crushed little by little, but he tried to bear it on his face, and said calmly: "I just came to see it suddenly, it's nothing."

"You are lying. With your temperament, you will not let go of this matter easily. You were so young back then, and you still wanted to take revenge angrily. If I hadn't tried my best to stop it, our family would have to hold another funeral."

The blankness in Yue Ling's eyes was covered by a layer of shadow, which trapped something, "I want to find out the truth."

"The truth is that he is not capable enough, and was killed by the thing he wanted to annihilate."

"We were able to talk about Dad freely later, but your reaction is always so violent when you mention his death."

Tang Yi laughed, her curly hair fell down to cover half of her face, and she couldn't see clearly: "I told him it was dangerous there, and I begged him not to go, but he refused to listen because of his so-called responsibility. At that time, Xiao Ye was only born about ten years ago, he knew that his own safety was a major issue in the family, but he still wanted to go there, what can I do?"

Yue Ling's expression sank little by little, and he murmured: "Mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Tang Yi's emotions are still not calmed down: "Lingling, is the reason for your estrangement from me because I refused to even see him when he was dying?"

"I don't know." Yue Ling's voice was low and chaotic.

Tang Yi wiped away a little tear from the corner of his eyes with his fingers, and calmed down: "Go out."

"mom."

"go out."

A quarter of an hour ago, Yin Zhao never imagined that he and Yue Ye would huddle at the door and listen quietly to a quarrel that couldn't be separated by the door, looking at each other from time to time, and bowing their heads.

When he heard the sound of turning the doorknob, Yin Zhao subconsciously played it.

Seeing that only his elder brother came out, Yue Ye hurried into the room to look for Tang Yi.

"Yue Ling?" Yin Zhao tentatively called out to his lover with his head bowed.

Yue Ling slowly raised her red phoenix eyes, stared at Yin Zhaoxu for a moment, then walked over and hugged him tightly.Yue Ling didn't say a word, but lowered his head and buried Yin Zhao's shoulders, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Yin Zhao condensed, raised his hand to caress the back of his head, rubbed his silver hair, and then exerted a little force with his hand, trying to wrap Yue Ling tighter.