salt by salt

Since the beginning of June, the Xifu Begonias in the yard have begun to bear fruit, and the small blue fruits are falling on the branches, which are very playful.

Song Cheng and I sit under the tree to eat every day, and we naturally take all its changes into our eyes.Watching the flowers fall, the fruit grows bigger day by day, from green to slightly yellow, and then dyed light red, I can't help but have a little expectation in my heart: the fruit that grows in front of my eyes will probably be sweeter.

By the end of July, although the fruit has not fully grown, it is already full, green with red in the middle.The fruitful branches hang down under the eaves, surrounded by green leaves, which is really seductive.

Every time Mr. Huang came to the yard, he said that if Song Cheng was not allergic to cat fur, he wanted the cats at home to take a photo with Haitang, and it would be beautiful.

Song Cheng is more than enough to be a model, but he is a novice in photography, and his level is not even as good as mine.He usually hangs his camera around and runs around, but he just responds to the scene, takes whatever he wants to shoot, and maintains his status as a "photographer".

Mr. Huang seems straightforward, but he has learned so many things that it is hard to say whether he has attained in related fields.If Song Cheng really wanted to ask Song Cheng to take pictures of his pets, he would probably be exposed immediately.

Every time I say: wait until the fruit is fully ripe before taking pictures, it will look better then.

The weather is good today, because yesterday I accidentally broke the salt shaker when I was trying a new dish, and the owner of the canteen in the village at the foot of the mountain went to visit relatives again, and the door was closed for two days, so Song Cheng drove to the town early in the morning to buy salt, by the way Take some other daily necessities.

I carried a kettle and stood in the front yard watering the flowers.Because I heard that it is not good to plant only one tree in the garden, I bought a few pots of gladiolus from the flower market. At this time, the color is beautiful and the flowers are in full bloom.

The drops of water falling on the branches and leaves of the flowers are fresh and beautiful. Just looking at them is refreshing enough.

It was a quiet, peaceful morning, until some unscrupulous male voice interrupted it.

"Brother Xu, you are really leisurely."

Yang Ke leaned on the fence with one hand, looked at me with a smile on his slender eyes.There are three people in casual clothes behind him, two men and one woman, standing upright, with a plain expression, but I can't help feeling awe-inspiring.

"You came."

I put down the shower and realized who those people were.Even though he knew that this day would come sooner or later, he still couldn't help but feel a sinking heart, with natural doubts on his face: "Who are these people?

Yang Ke stepped aside a little, and introduced: "Oh, they came to talk to Mr. Song. Brother Zhao said hello, this matter has nothing to do with Brother Xu, just cooperate with their work."

I nodded to the three of them and said, "Unfortunately, he went shopping in the town."

The woman took a step forward and said politely: "Our colleagues are also in the town. Could Mr. Xu tell you the exact location of Mr. Song?"

"He went to buy condiments, he just left for a short time, and he is probably in the supermarket now. He drove there, do you want me to tell you the license plate number?" I opened the fence door, "Go into the house and talk."

One of the taller men nodded, probably the taller of the three, and the woman said, "Excuse me."

I led them into the yard, Yang Ke also followed, and praised along the way: "Brother Xu, this place is pretty tidy. Hey, this tree still bears fruit, is it ripe?"

He was not as cautious as the other two. He reached out and picked a few fruits, put them under his nose to smell, then crushed them casually, and threw them on the ground: "A bitter taste."

I went into the kitchen to make tea, caught a glimpse of his behavior, and didn't react.

I brought the teacup to the table under the tree, and saw that several people standing in the courtyard had finished observing the surroundings in a low-key manner. I said, "I came from a long way, and the weather is hot. I don't have anything to entertain. Drink some water."

The woman said politely: "Thank you, Mr. Xu." After she finished speaking, she stood where she was, without any intention of drinking tea.

I expected that they would not drink, so I sat down on the chair and pointed to the house: "If you need to check somewhere or take something away, please feel free."

There are three people on the other side, and they are all well-trained. It is not impossible to forcibly subdue me and then enter the house to search.But since I have been given this dignity, I don't need to make unnecessary resistance and cause trouble for others.

A man and a woman entered the room, and the taller man stayed in the courtyard and sat at the table with Yang Ke.Brother Huang, Song Cheng and I often chat under the tree, so there are three chairs in the courtyard, which are just enough for this moment.

This ridiculous scene may also be destined.

The man's duty is probably to monitor me, but he seems to be interested in communicating with me. After a few pleasantries, he started the topic from the book on the table: "Mr. Xu likes to read poetry?"

"I have nothing to do all day, just find a way to pass the time." I lowered my eyes, and my eyes fell on the portrait of the poet on the cover. "Other kinds of texts are forgotten after reading them. It's boring. Only the sentences in poetry are worth reading repeatedly." read."

He also looked at the cover: "Is this Bei Dao? Mr. Xu, which one do you think is the best?"

Yang Ke kept his head down and played with his mobile phone. When he heard the question, he interrupted with a smile: "I remember hearing a song written by him before, about the despicable person and the noble person. That line is very famous."

"'Meanness is the passport of the mean, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble'." I said, ""Answer" is a poem I like very much."

The man smiled and said, "But Mr. Xu probably doesn't like this sentence the most."

I asked: "How do you know?"

He twisted a note in the book: "You copied another paragraph separately, I guess it was out of appreciation. Mr. Xu's handwriting is so beautiful, did you practice it?"

During the days in the mountains, I would copy some articles and poems whenever I had free time, not only to pass the time, but also to exercise my control ability.Sometimes I put it aside after writing, or put it in the book as a bookmark.

However, many things are not as good as before, and the handwriting is a bit flimsy, which makes me quite embarrassed: "I just copied it for fun, and I can't say whether I like it or not."

Yang Ke looked up and gasped: "What did Brother Xu write? If the ocean is destined to burst its banks..."

If the ocean is destined to burst its banks, let all the bitter water pour into my heart.

The two people who went to check inside the house looked calm, and the size of the black bag they carried out was not much different from before.

They took off their gloves, exchanged glances with the man sitting in the yard, and the three walked to a corner to talk.The voices of the two people reporting were extremely low, and they were still paying attention to my side from the corner of their eyes all the time. I couldn't hear what they said clearly, and I didn't bother to listen.

Yang Ke said to me: "Brother Xu, Brother Yang told me before we came that we have to go with their car. It's best not to stay for a minute, so as not to cause misunderstandings."

I know that they opened the door for me to save me the pain of interrogation, it's all for Zhao Yuan and Yang Chen's sake.But suddenly being asked to leave the place where I lived for a long time, I couldn't help feeling a sense of melancholy.

Seeing that I didn't say a word, Yang Ke immediately smiled cautiously: "How about I tell them to let Brother Xu pack your luggage for a while? At least take two pieces of clothes."

I came back to my senses and said, "No need, I don't have any important items, just buy clothes later."

"Hey, yes, yes, you have everything when you return to the capital." Yang Ke heaved a sigh of relief, and joined his hands together to beg for mercy, "Brother Xu, don't keep your face down and say nothing, it's scary, my little heart can't bear torment."

I smiled slightly: "Afraid that I will sue Yang Chen?"

When he mentioned this, he immediately grimaced: "Brother Yang has been in a bad mood recently, whoever suffers from it will be unlucky, I still have to ask Brother Xu, you big Buddha, to go back and persuade him to persuade him."

I raised my eyebrows: "I guess I didn't rain on him in time, but added fuel to the fire." Then I asked: "What happened? Didn't Lu Changbai lose completely?"

"If you lose, you lose. This is true, but Brother Yang didn't get much benefit. I didn't follow the past, and I don't know the details. I only know that the grandson surnamed Lu is very sinister, and finally he kept a trick. Brother Yang Said it was a bottom line." Yang Ke wiped his neck, "Uncle called him home, scolded him in front of all his relatives, and almost beat him."

I just wanted to remind him that the grandson you named Lu is my biological father. He realized it first and apologized again and again: "Oh Brother Xu, I didn't scold you. ivory……"

I raised my hand to signal him to stop, and the woman came over and said softly: "Mr. Xu, after you hand over the key to us, you can leave."

I put the key on the table and said lightly, "It rains a lot on the mountain, remember to close the window for me."

She didn't answer, and stood still and made a gesture of invitation: "My colleagues are at the foot of the mountain, and they will drive you."

Yang Ke said thank you, then turned to look at me: "Brother Xu, let's go."

When I walked out of the yard and pushed open the fence gate, I suddenly felt an urgent desire to take something away from here, even a leaf, a stone, or a cattail fan.

Is there any proof that Song Cheng and I have lived here, as we briefly had each other's imprints.

I sent him out this morning, and he asked me if I wanted to buy some snacks at the supermarket, and I said I'm not a child, so I don't want to eat these.While smiling, he lowered his head and kissed me while there was no one around.

The morning wind blew across Song Cheng's forehead. At that moment, I thought in my heart, what a pity.

The crabapple fruit in the courtyard is not yet ripe!