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Summer is still wet.

Even if there is no rain in the sky, the water vapor is abundant and overwhelming, filling every breath.

The hot air, like dead water, quietly passed over people's heads.

Hiding under the clothes, the body is constantly stuffy with fine sweat.

Qiu Yu turned right into the street entrance, her pace suddenly slowed down, and the wind that carried her all the way disappeared abruptly.

He raised his jaw slightly, his eyes were higher than the crowd, and he went to the first fruit shop on the left.

Yuan Cha was the only one in the store, and there was nothing to do during meal times. She sat on a chair, hunched over, applying nail polish.

Not reconciled, he glanced around the shop again, the blinking speed became extremely slow, he lazily retracted his gaze - confiscated everything, and a shadow hit him head-on.

Qiu Yu didn't retreat or evade, and quickly covered his chest with one arm.

The person opposite was hit on the forehead by an elbow, his head was buzzing, he gritted his teeth hard, his nostrils were swollen and he was about to curse.

Before scolding, raise your eyes to recognize the person, and after recognizing clearly, swallow the swear words back, cover your head and giggle and laugh: "Brother Yu?"

"What?"

"No, I didn't intend to attack you."

Seeing Qiu Yu's raised eyebrows, Da Dou knew what he meant, and said, "I was annoyed by the pain just now, your hands are made of iron?"

On one street, everyone called this man bald, because he had no hair when he first moved in the year before last, and everyone's attention was focused on the shiny braised egg.

Only Qiu Yu called him Da Dou.

When I saw the bald head for the first time, a man stood beside him and whispered to Qiu Yu, saying that he thought the face was very steep.

Both the cheekbones and the bridge of the nose are high, with little flesh, a long chin, and big eyes.

Qiu Yu silently gave the bald head an alias in her heart at the moment. One time, she accidentally blurted out, and the bald head said that it sounded quite fresh. When asked why, Qiu Yu didn't tell the truth, and made a fool of it, but since then she just said it It hasn't been changed.

"Where are you going?" Qiu Yu asked casually.

"Internet cafe."

Da Dou took out a cigarette case from his butt pocket, "Let's go? I invite you."

Qiu Yu took the cigarette, recognized the sign with lowered eyes, and fiddled with it between his fingers. He shook his head: "No, I just came out from inside."

"All night?"

"It is."

No intention of chatting, Qiu Yu just wanted to go home quickly, take a shower and sleep, "I'm back."

He was caught by a female voice.

"Brother Qiu Yu!"

Yuan Cha waved to him in the shop.

"Then I will withdraw first."

Da Dou said.

Qiu Yu raised his chin at him as a response, then turned to look at Yuan Cha, paused for a few seconds, and approached the shop, not hiding his doubts.

"Is something wrong?"

Most girls like to get together with girls, and they can't get along with boys.

What's more, it's a good girl who the Yuan family only knows to concentrate on studying.

Although they grew up on the same street, and they didn't see each other when they looked down for more than ten years, but he and her really didn't talk a few times in a year and a half, and they really didn't have much interaction.

Yuan Cha first grinned, and then said seriously: "This summer Qiu Xi is going to come and supplement English with me. I want to ask brother Qiu Yu if you want to also... supplement."

Qiu Yu was even more confused, with a blank expression: "You, let me, make up lessons with you?"

The tone is flat, but it is indeed a question with a huge question mark.

Yuan Cha thought he was concerned about the age gap, and explained: "My brother said that he prepares English classes regardless of grades. It doesn't matter if Qiu Xi is a grade higher than me. Then...then I think you can join us in the third year of high school." listen."

He was about to lift his feet to leave, but stopped when he heard this.

Whether it is divided into grades may not be the point.

"Is your brother making up for you two?"

"Well, the location is at my house, Madam Xu and my mother have discussed it."

Yuan Cha seemed to be endorsing a book, and his tongue was much smoother than before, "The time is Monday to Friday, come in the morning, rest on weekends, there is very little homework, the pace is not fast, and you won't be too tired."

Qiu Yu didn't hear the long string of crackling words.

Whether you are tired or not may not be the key.

Qiu Yu: "Who told you to come and tell me?"

"……what?"

Yuan Cha got stuck. She had missed this question in her rehearsal draft, so she didn't answer.

Qiu Yu looked dull and looked at her, not as if she wanted to get a response.

The smoke in the palm of my hand was broken long ago.

Things that don't suit your taste will be thrown away sooner or later. He lowered his eyebrows and looked like he was thinking, so he slowly ground the shredded tobacco between his fingertips and sprinkled it bit by bit into the trash can in front of the store.

"Brother Qiu Yu..." She took a deep breath and rallied.

Looking up again, Qiu Yu twitched the corner of his mouth inexplicably.

Yuan Cha couldn't understand his non-smiling smile, and then heard him say: "Understood, I'll think about it."

Later, when Yuan Cha saw that he had disappeared into the crowd, he patted his chest and said to himself, "Qiu Xi, you brother, you are so difficult to get along with."

Here is a residential building, the second floor is for people to live in, and the first floor is all set aside for shops.

Selling vegetables and meat, flowers and fruits, health-preserving poultry and seafood, noodle stalls in noodle shops, barbershops and massage parlors—with their tenacious vitality, they forcibly carved out a place in the middle of two rows of intertwined residential buildings. A small vegetable market struggles to form a meandering busy market.

Qiu Yu's family lived at the end of this street, and at this moment he walked forward with his eyes downcast.

——Can human feet really be strong enough to make thousands of potholes on the cement road?

——This day can almost cook the eggs in the crotch, but why can't the water on the ground on this street be dried forever?

Qiu Yu is still trying to solve the two unsolved mysteries of Shuilei Street today.

Coincidentally, a basin of water was thrown out quickly, hitting the brick surface that was about to be stepped on, splashing half of Qiu Yu's trouser legs.

He glanced to the side, and the water came from a large round iron pot, which was used to put hot water for plucking chicken feathers.

Now it is empty, leaving a few pinches of black and yellow hair sticking to the side of the pot.

He didn't care about it, he was used to it, he didn't stop for a second, focused on the road, stepped across the dirt, and said mockingly: "I, Aunt Liu, seem to be very old, and it's hard to walk, but my hands are weak Do not lose."

The voice was not loud, and the speech was fast. When someone managed to catch the end of the sentence, he raised his eyes and saw that Qiu Yu had already gone far away without looking back.

It's useless to keep people in place and scold: "Damn you bastard!"

Qiu Yu heard it, and before turning into the corridor, he shouted again: "I'll come to you later to pick up the chicken, don't refuse to pay for my trousers."

The proprietress of the barbecue stall next to him was packing up her things and was preparing to open the door to welcome customers in the evening. After watching the whole process, she helped her and said, "Qiu Shengshi's family, my old lady just caught him one day and used a needle to sew his mouth shut."

"Did you mess with him?"

"He messed with me! I got a new perm last week, this curl, such a fashionable curl, he told me it looked like a mop!"

"This one in your hand?"

"Ah, so angry that I want to give him a mop."

Looking at the two sides and comparing them, Aunt Liu made a pertinent comment: "Don't say it, it's true, this baby's eyes are more poisonous."

The mop head was speechless, turned around and walked into the house.

"What are you doing, don't be angry, I'm just kidding you."

"Get the needle!"

Qiu Yu climbed two steps at a time to the third floor and knocked hard on the door.

After a while of groping inside the door, there was the sound of bright slippers, and Ju Xi opened the door: "Please, can you bring your own keys next time?"

"Ok."

Qiu Yu hurriedly passed by Qiu Xi, and she poked her nose.

"Brother, why do you smell dirty?"

The bathroom door opened a crack, and Qiu Yu threw out the jeans.

"Help me wash it."

Qiu Xi half-lyed back on the sofa, as if her bones had been knocked out, and said sleepily, "Isn't it, I don't seem to have anything to do?"

"Five dollars."

Similar transactions are the norm. Before Qiu Xi could continue to speak, Qiu Yu slammed the bathroom door.

Qiu Xi stared at this evil capitalist.

But ordinary people believe in the saying, if you have money but don't make money, you are a bastard.

She picked up the trousers on the ground with a wooden pole and put them in the plastic basin on the balcony, boiled half a pot of hot water and poured it in, and added a bottle of washing powder.

Throwing the pole, he rubbed his hands and went back to the living room.

After she finished everything slowly, Qiu Yu had already changed into fresh clothes and came out of the bathroom with her wet hair on her head.

Qiu Xi stared at the TV: "The food is in the kitchen, under the gauze."

"I do not want to eat."

Qiu Yu sat next to her and asked, "Brother Yuan Cha is going to give you extra lessons?"

"what."

"Who held the string?"

"That must be Mom.

Brother and sister can teach one-on-one at any time, isn't it obvious to add me as an outsider? "

"Mom asked me to go too?"

"How is it possible, she is too lazy to quarrel with you."

"But Yuan Cha asked me to join in today."

Qiu Xi played: "Since when did you know her so well?"

"Not familiar."

Qiu Xi was suspicious: "Then you and Brother Yuan Mu have become friends?"

Qiu Yu looked at her. It sounds like Yuan Mu and I are in a relationship, is he really at a loss?

Qiu Yu said, "Not familiar."

Qiu Xi showed a terrified expression: "Is that little tea crazy? It's out of reach!"

Qiu Yu confirmed what she had already decided, and got up to leave.

She turned her head suddenly, her bones cracked: "She doesn't like you!"

Qiu Yu threw down a negative word with certainty: "No."

While the five yuan was still warm, he continued to exploit the surplus value of the working people before closing the bedroom door: "I'll sleep for a while, call me at six."

Qiu Xi pouted, holding the remote control to turn down the TV volume.

The heat that surged like a raging wave devoured people's will, making them drowsy and weak.

Qiu Yu was awakened by the sound of dripping rain on the window sill.

Wanting to get up, he clenched his fist weakly, the circle was not firm, and his strength was taken away by the nightmare.

The setting sun is still hanging in the west, coexisting with the rain, and the sky is still bright.

He was in a daze, and closed his eyes again in a trance.

It was seven o'clock in the evening when he woke up again. After seeing the time clearly, Qiu Yu suddenly got up from the bed and stumbled out of the bedroom.

The house was dark, and Qiu Xi didn't know when she went out.

Qiu Yu hurried to find the balcony, but the curtains on the second floor opposite were not drawn, and the lights were not on.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

The rain has not stopped, and the momentum is getting weaker.

Qiu Yu yawned and stood lazily, with her upper body lying on the balcony railing.

Even the orange-flavored washing powder couldn't cover the stench of chicken in the corner basin, so he didn't care much, looking silently at the street entrance.

The slanting wind and drizzle hang in the air, forming a misty white net; when it falls on the grass and on the eaves, it turns into thousands of insects.

The sound of drizzling is that they are eating the world.

Qiu Yu always felt that Yu was an arrogant, majestic, but unknown conspiracy.

For a while, I looked at the small and dilapidated brown wooden window, and for a while I looked at the overcrowded street.

He stood there until dark.

Qiu Xi went to the snack street, and even packed two bags of food and brought them back.

Seeing the darkness in the room, she thought there was no one at home, and she jumped back in shock after turning on the light.

"Quietly, it scares me to death."

Qiu Xi muttered, "Brother, come to eat, the braised food on South Street is absolutely amazing."

She set the tableware, but she didn't hear Qiu Yu's voice, and said, "Why do you always like to stand on the balcony, what's so interesting.

I haven't eaten at noon, how about feeding your stomach before feeding the mosquitoes? "

"Shut up and eat."

Qiu Xi knew that Qiu Yu was in a bad mood, but after thinking about it, she was sure that she didn't provoke him, so she had the confidence to mutter in a low voice, "How can you eat with your mouth shut."

Near nine o'clock, many shops in the vegetable market closed their doors, and the few remaining barbecue shops started to make noise at night.

In the first round, someone got drunk, recalled his glory days in a loud voice, smashed a wine bottle at the corner of the table, and said that he used to open the ladle for Guisun like this.

Then that person finally appeared at the intersection with the sound of splattered glass, and walked into the vast rain.

A boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, holding a transparent round umbrella from a distance, is gradually approaching.

The umbrella is like a sword, piercing through the rain, swaying, and jumping straight into Qiu Yu's sight.

The closer it gets, the clearer it becomes. Qiu Yu first saw him stepping on the water without any scruples, then saw his white shoes soaked into dark gray, and then saw his trousers rolled up to reveal his ankles.

The figure was about to sink into the blue shed of the shop downstairs, and the canopy of the umbrella suddenly tilted back. Qiu Yu finally saw clearly that his hair was half dry, and he didn't have a schoolbag on his shoulder today.

The person under the umbrella raised his head and looked up at the balcony on the third floor.

Those eyes were clear and upright, passing through the rain, wind, dust, gauze mist and hot air, they were sent up lightly, attracting people to look into his eyes.

Cold light gathered in the pupils, and there was a moist coolness in the eyes.

Peeping from one party turned into two parties looking at each other.

And Qiu Yu's expression was open and frank, and he even sneaked into the gap of time and space, trying to figure out the sharpness and tranquility of the person downstairs.

The sky is indigo blue, and there are pink signs flickering around the eyes.

His gaze is a virtual object, but it can implicate the sense of touch in this ambiguous night—it is hard, and he looks over suddenly, reaching Qiu Yu's eyes and Qiu Yu's chest.

How does it feel to touch his eyes.

The heart was beating in embarrassment as if aware of danger, but Qiu Yu didn't seem to notice, and continued to think in his mind, maybe it was the same as he was holding the metal umbrella handle tightly in his hand at this time, it was warm and soft.

Yuan Mu, Yuan Mu in the rain.

Qiu Yu muttered silently.

Another conspiracy.

Closer, more comprehensive, and more inevitable.

Qiu Yu fell prey again.

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