madness

In midsummer, the grass grows and the warblers fly.

Many dandelions grew in the garden after the rain.

Xiaohua didn't go out these days, but stayed at home. She didn't like to wear shoes, and she couldn't calm down. She always ran around with bare feet, making the soles of her feet dirty.

The dandelions have produced snow-white velvet umbrellas, and I spent a whole morning picking a bunch of them, and I couldn't even bear to blow one of them.

She wanted to show it to Su Zhiyun, but when she turned around, she tripped over a big rock in the yard, fell a big somersault, got up and patted the ashes on her skirt, then continued running to Su Zhiyun's room with a whimper .

"Look!"

Su Zhiyun, who was doing her homework, turned her head away, Xiaohua looked joyful, with muddy water on her cheeks, and dust on her skirt, holding a bunch of dandelions in her hand like a treasure.

"How did it get so dirty?"

He pulled Xiao Hua over, took out a handkerchief from the drawer, and carefully wiped off the dust and muddy water on her cheek.

Xiaohua didn't move, and obediently let Su Zhiyun wipe her cheeks. Her voice was still soft, a little childish, and she couldn't speak clearly.

"Pick dandelions for Xiao Zhiyun."

Su Zhiyun looked at the large handful of dandelions in her hand, which were lush and green, and the umbrellas were round. He looked around and looked for a vase.

But Xiaohua grabbed him and shook her head eagerly: "Blow, blow."

"You can make a wish."

Xiaohua looked at Su Zhiyun with bright eyes.

After a long time, Su Zhiyun was the first to be defeated, and blew lightly on Dandelion.

The fluffy seeds scattered in all directions, and he pulled out another one.

"Little flowers blow with me."

Xiao Hua shook her head, stood on tiptoe and kissed Su Zhiyun's cheek, and said in a very soft tone: "This is for Xiao Zhiyun, I like Xiao Zhiyun's happy look."

"Dong dong."

The table in front of Su Zhiyun was knocked twice.

Tang Hong bent down and looked at Su Zhiyun: "During class, I have been distracted. What are you thinking?"

Su Zhiyun pursed his lips, but didn't speak, just shook his head silently.

Tang Hong looked at him for a while, then suddenly put down the book in his hand.

"The weather is so nice today, let's go out and play together."

Before Su Zhiyun could react, he showed a puzzled expression for a long time: "Huh?"

He looked so naive, showing some ignorance that was not similar to usual, Tang Hong stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead.

"Don't always have such a sullen expression."

I am afraid that there is no teacher in this world who would take a student out for a walk just because he looks unhappy.

Tang Hong is really a strange and deviant person.

The water in the stream was cool, and it slipped through the soles of the feet. Su Zhiyun moved the stones to look for the traces of small fish. There will always be a small, translucent small fish in the stream at this time of year, which makes people unbearable. I can't help but wonder if it only has two big purring eyes left.

Seeing that Su Zhiyun was always out of reach, Tang Hong also went into the water together. The trousers were soaked by the stream, so he leaned over to demonstrate it himself.

"To do this, don't move casually, and approach them slowly."

He bent down, dipped his hands in the stream, and waited patiently. A small fish swam into his palm ignorantly, and Tang Hong gradually closed his fingers.

A stream of cold water leaked from between his fingers, pattering.

"Be patient when catching these small fish. It only takes a little time. Even if you don't do anything, they will swim to your palm. Isn't it stupid and cute?"

Su Zhiyun walked over to look at the fish in his palm, the little fish seemed flustered and was still trying to escape.

He looked at it seriously for a while: "Then how to catch big fish?"

Tang Hong let go of his hand, and the small fish in his palm fell into the stream with the current.

As if he wasn't the one who was so excited just now, Tang Hong showed a somewhat dispirited expression.

"Just wait until the little fish grows up."

"However, no matter what animal is in this world, it is the cutest and most likable animal when it is young and ignorant."

Su Zhiyun lowered his head, and suddenly said, "So you see me that way too?"

Tang Hong didn't speak.

After a long time, there was a "plop".

"The glasses fell off," he said.

Tang Hong without glasses looks younger, even similar to a college student who just graduated, or a harmless big brother next door. He will pick up the glasses and follow Su Zhiyun who slipped and fell, but there is no expression on his face.

Tang Hong's palm, which had just soaked in the stream water, was very cold, holding Su Zhiyun's arm, it was as cold as a piece of ice.

"We're all wet, let's go ashore first, it won't be good if we catch a cold then."

For a long time, Tang Hong smiled nonchalantly again.

Sometimes Tang Hong would show some expressions that made Su Zhiyun feel scared like now.

Su Zhiyun clenched the glasses in his hand, and after a long time, he responded softly.

"Ah."

The two sat on the bank and ate tomatoes. The tomatoes just picked from the field were frozen in the stream, sour, sweet, and cold.

"Do you... only like young children?"

Su Zhiyun asked.

Tang Hong glanced at him, then suddenly smiled, and the drops of water fell to the ground with a "click" along his jaw.

"Don't get me wrong, it's not that kind of liking. I don't want to go to jail for this kind of thing."

The tree by the stream is tall and tall, and the cicadas are singing loudly. One always wonders how many families of them have stopped here.

Su Zhiyun just fell down in the stream, his whole body was drenched, his clothes were sticking to his flesh, and he could clearly feel the wet water stains on his body gradually evaporated due to the high temperature, and his calf was white and shiny under the sun.

He hugged his legs, his hair was wet by the stream, and it stuck to his face wetly.

"Before you said that I was very similar to you, was it because of this that you were nice to me?"

The breeze is gentle, and even the wind in summer is a heat wave. Tang Hong's forehead is glistening with water, and he can't tell whether it's sweat or water.

"And because I like you very much."

Su Zhiyun took a bite of the tomato.

Sour, sweet and juicy.

It's like Tang Hong, who doesn't know what the next bite will taste like.

In Su Zhiyun's more than ten years of life, no one has ever expressed his love for others so bluntly and honestly, even Li Yanjiao's love for Xiao Hua permeates every detail, meticulously.

And Tang Hong seemed born to go against this kind of shyness, he was never stingy or ashamed to say or express his love.

He made his preference blatantly and confidently.

After a long time, Su Zhiyun whispered, "I like you very much, too."

After a while, Tang Hong said casually, "My ears are red."

Su Zhiyun curled up even more, and buried himself in his knees.

Tang Hong was different from anyone Su Zhiyun had come into contact with before, and even seemed a bit out of place with everything around him because he was so special.

A person is very complex and has many different looks.

It's like my mother likes Xiao Hua very much, but hates herself very much.

Su Zhiyun thought to himself.

So it was normal for Tang Hong who did not shy away from humiliating others that night, and it was also normal for Tang Hong who sometimes made people feel intimidated.

On the way back, the two of them suddenly stopped and looked at a spot in the field.

Xiaohua sat alone on the big rock under the tree, dangling her legs alone, playing with the straw in her hand, and in the distance was a group of children, laughing and laughing.

No one wants to talk to her.

"Aunt Li didn't know what she said to the people around her. Those people wouldn't let the children in the village play with Xiao Hua."

Tang Hong took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket, slowly peeled it off and put it in his mouth, his eyes fell on Su Zhiyun's whitish knuckles.

"But children, maybe it was because I was a little scared when I saw Aunt Li looking for faults that day, so I didn't dare to look for Xiaohua. I also communicated with Aunt Li before, but it didn't seem to be of any use."

His tone was a little helpless.

"How can there be such a naughty woman in this world who not only prevents her own child from touching Xiaohua, but also prevents other children from passing by."

Tang Hong looked at him, smiled again, and tasted the taste of milk chocolate with his tongue against his mouth, it was so sweet that it made him sick.

"A bitch like that is good to die, right?"

Su Zhiyun lowered his head for a long time, nodded his head as if agreeing, and muttered to himself: "Yes."

"Bitch like this, just die."

The wind is very cold today, there is no smell of the sun, and there is no fragrance of flowers.

……

Aunt Li is dead.

I heard that he died in a car accident. He died in the middle of the night, and no one passed by on the road. The body was cold when he saw it in the morning.

Some people said that Aunt Li was really unlucky. In fact, she was not seriously injured, and eventually died of excessive blood loss.

"If only someone saw it."

They said so, and sighed.

The wailers came early, the people on the stage babbled and sang, and the people off the stage wailed in a hurricane.

Many people went to the village, and her grandfather also gave some symbolic favors. Xiaohua was told not to go out these days, but to stay at home, so as not to bump into the funeral procession, which would be bad luck.

On the road to Tang Hong's house for tutoring, you can see the mourning hall built in the distance, which is completely silent in black and white, and you can hear the sound of whimpering and mourning.

The weather was too hot, the body could not be left for a few days, and it was about to be sent to the crematorium.

Even though it was summer, the wind made people feel cold without any warmth.

After Su Zhiyun walked a few steps, he saw the funeral procession getting closer and closer. Black silk flowers were hung on the minivan, followed by firecrackers all the way.

He backed into the field, the van swayed and galloped away, the sky was covered with flying red confetti, accompanied by the sound of firecrackers exploding.

The gunpowder smoke gradually dissipated, and a firecracker exploded and bounced onto his leg. It was obviously not hot, but Su Zhiyun seemed to be scalded, and suddenly stepped back a few steps.

The smell of burning gunpowder spread across the tip of his nose, and it wasn't too unpleasant. Su Zhiyun covered his mouth and vomited in a mess.

After the loud noise, footsteps could be heard gradually approaching.

Tang Hong took out a handkerchief from his arms, knelt down and wiped the sweat off Su Zhiyun's face.

"Do you regret it? That night you refused to save yourself."

He asked, looking directly at Su Zhiyun.

Su Zhiyun didn't speak, his face was pale, and he shook his head lightly for a long time.

Su Zhiyun didn't go back that night when he saw Xiaohua. He was depressed and didn't say a word.

After all, Xiaohua was isolated because of herself.

Tang Hong seemed to have expected his reaction, and called his grandfather halfway through the walk.

"Well, Zhiyun is staying at my house tonight."

"No trouble, no trouble, what are you talking about, you are too polite, Zhiyun is obedient and obedient, I like him very much."

The moonlight is bright outside the window, and the magnolia is fragrant.

Su Zhiyun couldn't fall asleep for a long time, and his consciousness was clear.

He got up at night and opened the door, and saw Tang Hong standing in the snowy moonlight as well. The young man wiped his glasses in his hand and offered an invitation lightly.

"Can't sleep? Do you want to go for a walk together?"

The middle-aged woman lying in a pool of blood on the road twitched all over, and the big truck that ran over her didn't even have the intention of getting out of the car to check, and drove away.

The overwhelming red seems to be flowing backwards to the feet, staining dirty shoes.

Su Zhiyun subconsciously wanted to step forward.

Tang Hong held him back.

"Do you still remember how she treated Xiaohua?"

It was 25 degrees at night, but the wind was so cold, and the roadside was dark with no light.

Su Zhiyun gradually began to feel cold, shudderingly chilled, and after a while he started to feel hot again, and finally his senses became hazy and his brain buzzed.

He stopped, remained motionless, and watched the woman die slowly in silence and without words.

Tang Hong reached out and stroked his cheeks soaked in cold sweat, pale and soft, and gave him praise and encouragement, just like that night - "Good boy."

"You're doing the right thing."

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