north bird south

……

Grandpa paused for a long time when he told me about this past event.

It's been so long that I couldn't help asking: "Then, is it really tied... hey."

In the end, he still didn't open his lips. He just threw me on the big rock to blow the cold wind, and went to nowhere by himself.

Watching the birds here, he has to pick up a few eggs from time to time and put them back in the cultivation room. It is said that this is to ensure the egg production rate and physical fitness of the cranes.

Grandpa said that it is enough to give these birds more than ten days to cherish their own eggs, and they have to continue to contribute to the "bird mouth" here during the breeding season.So the rest of the work is completely handed over to artificial hatching.

According to what grandpa said, I was a nanny for them.People work for birds, so why call them rare?

But there were always a few red-crowned crane comrades who did not cooperate with the nurse's work, and beat and called at the old men who were close to their nests. Grandpa cursed them as "white-eyed birds" and threatened them to cook their eggs.

Of course, it was just a quick talk. Grandpa couldn't and was reluctant to hurt them. He only cooked a few white-skinned goose eggs and sprinkled them with salt.

Grandpa finished lunch, and heard a loud voice from afar: "Yu Changsheng—come down to eat!"

I climbed down from the stone with difficulty, patted the dust off my hands and went into the house.

Grandpa is very good at cooking, and both meat and vegetables are delicious, but he likes porridge the most, the kind of millet porridge with only a few grains of millet mixed on the thin rice oil, which makes it seem like my dad has smashed him.

I sat down and said to my grandfather, "I will stay here for three days, say hello to my family, and go directly to Huai City to prepare for departure."

Grandpa frowned: "Where do you live? There's no place for you here, so go early."

I:"……"

I know he doesn't really want to drive me away, it's just that he's stubborn and awkward.He said: "It's better to go abroad, why don't you run outside."

"... There are new technologies and knowledge, and you won't understand them. My instructor said that if I go outside for a few years of study, my thinking will be more open."

Grandpa snorted, threw me a piece of meat in the bowl, and said, "...then study hard."

He hesitated to speak, but I knew what he wanted to say, so I said, "I'll go back to China after I finish my studies. I went out just to come back."

Grandpa looked at me, and I said, "Bring me a color TV set then."

"...and colored ones?"

"...It's been there for a long time." It seems that the old man is true in this cold corner, and he doesn't care about the world. I sighed, "I can probably be recommended by the school to work in a state-owned enterprise after I get a degree. If I can buy one, I don’t need my dad’s money.”

Grandpa couldn't help laughing, but this man would call me a dog if he was happy, just add a prefix of filial piety in front of it.

"..." I don't care about him.

"I'm going to study abroad for a long time... I won't be able to come here in the future, so I'll spend more time with you before I leave." After finally saying something sincere to him, I took a sip of the rice soup and said, "...where's the rice. "

He said, "You stir the bottom of the bowl with chopsticks and it will come out."

I couldn't help asking again, "Why do you like to drink this kind of thing?"

"I'm used to it. In the bad old days, where did I get so much rice?"

I frowned, which seemed inconsistent with what he said in the past: "Didn't your family be very rich when you were young?"

The old man smiled and said nothing. He didn't answer me directly, picked up the story and didn't finish telling the story, and said, "I'll continue to tell you about your grandma... Where did I go?"

"You want to kidnap someone."

"Oh," Grandpa opened a bottle of miscellaneous beer, and said with half regret and half nostalgia, "I once said that sooner or later I will return the punch he gave me. ' back, now that I think about it..."

……

Crow and the group really tied up Yu Yao on the way to the photo studio.

But the person who should "hero save the beauty" came late.

Because on the day when the plan was implemented, Mrs. Xu suddenly called and said that she had come back early, she was in Huai City, and would be at the door of the house soon, and asked her son if he was surprised.

Xu Zhiyuan was quite pleasantly surprised, he was so shocked that he was out of his wits.

Xu Zhiyuan was discouraged by his mother's sudden return.Mrs. Xu has a wide circle of people, and among the few friends she usually keeps in touch with, there are few whose family backgrounds she can't count.In addition, she is good at digging for the bottom line, if Yu Yao told her about this "kidnapping", the entire family would be overwhelmed.

He hurried to the alley and told the group of followers to stop planning, but he was a step too late, and out of breath, he saw Yu Yao in the depths of the alley—his eyes were tied with black cloth strips, and his hands and feet were also locked by everyone He stopped, curled up in a strange posture.

The heartbeat that accelerated when he hurried over hadn't dissipated yet, and the blood pumping to his limbs was hard to control. Seeing his appearance, Xu Zhiyuan's breathing stagnated inexplicably.

Crow and the rest of the crowd had embarrassment on their expressions, and when they saw the main character, Young Master Xu, they immediately "grew up their faces".The crow immediately changed into a fierce look, grabbed Yu Yao's neckline, and said, "Pay the money, do you hear me, don't pretend to be dead!"

Xu Zhiyuan slapped his forehead angrily, and quickly waved his hands to make him stop, the crow could only choke on the rest of his lines.

Xu Zhiyuan mouthed: "Let it go!"

"This..." The crow accidentally let out a sound, and quickly covered his mouth again.

Xu Zhiyuan glared at him bitterly, and carefully touched Yu Yao with his eyes, and the strange and slightly surging feeling just now flooded up again.

Yu Yao's hair was messed up, a few locks hanging from the corners of his lips, the neckline of his shirt was ripped open, revealing the small silver Buddha tied around his neck, and the red rope behind him was hanging down on his collarbone, adding to the I got acquainted.

Strangely, he didn't resist, just bent his body, breathing deeply and shallowly with his chest.

Xu Zhiyuan squatted down in a strange way, and touched his beautiful chin lightly.The crow was dumbfounded, and when he realized it, he bared his teeth and stopped him, patting him hard on the shoulder to let him go quickly.

Xu Zhiyuan just came back to his senses, but just when he was about to get up, he heard a soft "...Zhiyuan?"

Xu Zhiyuan was dazed and subconsciously replied: "Ah?"

"..."

Crow and all the attendants shouted "Wan Duzi" in their hearts in unison.

Xu Zhiyuan: "..."

There were slight ups and downs in Yu Yao's tone, as if in disbelief and anger: "Xu Zhiyuan..." The trembling in his voice gradually became apparent, and then turned into weakness.

"I..." Xu Zhiyuan realized something was wrong with Yu Yao, who had been quiet all this time, after he was completely dazed.His lips were white, and his hands seemed to be curled up to protect his abdomen.

Xu Zhiyuan didn't care about the exposure and explanation anymore, he hurriedly asked, "What's wrong with you..."

Yu Yao didn't speak, Xu Zhiyuan's inexplicable anger rose in his chest, he slowly carried Yu Yao on his back, and asked around, "What's going on!"

These people looked at each other secretly, and finally someone muttered: "Wu Xiaofeng hit him in the stomach just now."

"You..." Crow hurriedly explained, "No, I touched him lightly just now when he was struggling..."

"What the hell did you promise me? Didn't you say that you will be fine!" Xu Zhiyuan grabbed his collar with one hand, and said through gritted teeth.

The crow's skinny body was lifted and pushed against the wall, nearly falling down, and was too frightened to speak.

But Xu Zhiyuan didn't care about getting angry at him, and went to the hospital behind Yu Yao's back.

When Mrs. Xu came back, there was only a housekeeper and servants in the family who looked at her in bewilderment.Her surprise and enthusiasm were gone, and she was complaining about her son when she saw Xu Zhiyuan came back dejectedly.

"..."

……

His little uncle was fine.

The physician here knew Yu Yao, whose surname was Pei.Dr. Pei frowned and said that Yu Yao usually had a bad stomach, and asked him how he got into this state.With Mrs. Xu present, Xu Zhiyuan panicked like a chicken whose feathers shrugged in the rain.But Yu Yao just said in front of her that he met a local ruffian.

Mrs. Xu was so distressed that she poured hot water for him and asked him if he saw the faces of those little hooligans, and she went to call the police.

Yu Yao shook his head.And Xu Zhiyuan never dared to go to see him.

Mrs. Xu is a lively and cheerful middle-aged woman. When he mentioned Yu Yaolai, he always talked endlessly, as if this beautiful young man was his own son.She boasted that Yu Yao was working in some research institute at a young age, and Xu Zhiyuan couldn't understand anything about high-energy and particle physics. The more he couldn't understand, the more Mrs. Xu hated iron for being weak. He patted Xu Zhiyuan's iron head, worrying about the future of his real son, and when he was enjoying the conversation, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and asked Yu Yaojie if he would mind being his tutor, teaching the violin together.

Xu Zhiyuan thought that such advanced knowledge was always associated with white coats and old men, while Yu Yao was like crystal clear glass, carved into a canary in the palm of his hand, delicate and fragile, only suitable for being treated by gentle art and Literary care.Xu Zhiyuan didn't expect such a heavy identity.

He raised his head to look at his little uncle, perhaps because of guilt and expectation, he did not stop his mother's proposal.

But Yu Yao, with long eyelashes drooping, said without a trace of wave in his voice, "I won't teach him anymore, and the same goes for the violin."