Backtracking to the Village

It's impossible for a man to last forever, right?He felt like a quail. He used to be secretive in behavior, but now he is cowering in spirit.

When Axiu and his partner were purely bullying and being bullied, she would often secretly observe him—the shoes he wore, his messy classroom table, the glistening sweat on his forehead when he was roller skating. Remember silently like an endorsement.But today, he can openly understand everything about his partner's outside, but he can't explore his heart. Although he first opened his mouth to say that the person who communicated with him is his partner, he still feels that the other party has some sympathy factors, and his partner is also Did say he looked pathetic--so narrow-shouldered, so small, with wide-eyed, frightened eyes.In fact, he is a little grateful for all of this, if his object fell in love with him because of these... then draw conclusions if he really likes him.

He was not very familiar with the person his object liked before. The most impressive time was when a classmate asked that person: "Hun, who do you like the most in this class?" Not surprising, it doesn't matter if you answer or not, anyway, no one really says the name of the girl they have in mind.But the man replied "Black Bell" without thinking. Although he smiled and said it was a joke, Axiu remembered this scene firmly.He felt that maybe that person really liked his ideal, but not everyone was willing to be gay.

Later that person went to the city to study, and this year he came back for the first time since going to the city to celebrate the Spring Festival.He saw that his partner met with that person frequently, and thought about it tentatively to mention it, but he didn't expect his partner to say straightforwardly: "Do you think I like bastards?"

The thoughts she had been thinking for a long time were suddenly exposed. Axiu opened her mouth and didn't know how to answer. The other party smiled and continued: "So I was so skeptical, but now I know the answer."

Axiu slowly digested his words: "He is in Yangcheng...has a girlfriend?"

"What? Your topic jumps so fast," he said, "It should be, didn't Taoya say that on the phone last year?"

"Actually... I asked Tao Ya later, and he said that Hun didn't admit that he was his girlfriend, and he made up nonsense on the phone. If he really said that he was close to Hun, it should be Mr. Lu. They will all go to Ah Hun's school..." So Ah Hun may still be able to accept men, do you want to seize the opportunity? ——Axiu swallowed her saliva, but she still couldn't say the last sentence. It turns out that it is much more difficult than imagined to give someone you like to others.

"So what, why are you asking Taoya about those things?"

His partner looked at him who didn't answer, sighed, took his hand with both hands and said, "Your man is me, why do you care about other men? Is it clear enough?"

Axiu nodded in a daze, his heart was like fireworks exploding, and he lost his words for a moment. He looked at the other person stupidly, and suddenly thought in his heart, if he heard such a sentence a few years ago when he was still unrequitedly in love with his partner, he would be dreaming. Maybe they all laughed out loud.

Past life

In 1963, Wu Yifan was sent to He County together with several other educated youths. There were more than a dozen villages in He County. He was going to Su Village on the edge of He County.

Wu Yifan's family is in the port business and is well-known in Yangcheng. He has dealt with the sons of rich and official families since he was a child. It stands to reason that avoiding this so-called re-education is not a problem, but he hates Vanity Fair by nature, so he finally found an excuse to leave, of course. Can not give up.

The carriage bumped all the way, carrying Wu Yifan, who was born in Yangcheng and had stayed abroad, into the Su village, crackling, red dust from the firecrackers flying, the villagers gathered at the entrance of the village stood up and applauded, each of them raised their heads to look at the white-faced youth under the hood of the carriage.

"Deadly handsome..." they said.

Several shirtless boys sat on a tree at the entrance of the village, and they threw small firecrackers on the hood of the car—crack!Snapped!Snapped!There was a lot of noise.A farmer hurriedly stepped forward to kick the tree: "Bao Bao, get the hell out of here!"

The old man at the end of the village said: "Just count on this handsome brother to teach these little beasts."

The girls whispered and laughed loudly together with their mouths covered.

Wu Yifan in the car waved and nodded to the villagers on both sides of the road, while asking the driver: "How do they know I'm coming at this time?" The driver laughed: "Where would I know, the wait is probably at six o'clock in the morning."

There is no road like a road in the large ponds and sweet potato fields in the village, or it is full of roads. As long as you are not afraid of getting dirty, you can walk on it everywhere. People and animals walk in the same way.Wu Yifan had never seen such a place before, there was indeed disgust and discomfort, but novelty and curiosity prevailed, it's just that he cherished his shoes, and he was somewhat reluctant to step on this pair of feet on the ground.Talking to the driver about buying shoes, the other party smiled and said, "You don't have to worry about shoes, most of them are bought by girls."

"Is this all right?"

"It's not good if you don't accept it."

"Is that so... so enthusiastic."

The people in the village were really enthusiastic, and when they arrived at the house of the people they had arranged to live in, Wu Yifan couldn't help but drank three bowls of mung bean syrup.He wiped his mouth and saw that the owner of the opposite house refused to eat. He felt sorry: "You guys eat too, don't give it all to me. I heard that you have to pay by ticket. How much mung bean ticket did you use all of a sudden?"

The owner of the house is a middle-aged couple with the surname Li who have no children. Hearing what the young man from the city said, Aunt Li smiled and said, "We are happy for you to come. It is worth it. If you don't mind, Just treat this as your home." Uncle Li also nodded, and handed over the pipe: "Smoking? This cigarette is exchanged with Lao Zhang, who is the best at rolling tobacco."

Wu Yifan waved his hand to decline, and after a few polite words, he returned to his room with his backpack on his back to tidy up his things.Just as the door was closed, before he could catch his breath, the window suddenly knocked. He followed the sound and saw a black-haired boy about fifteen or sixteen years old beating the window with his fists.The young man had regular facial features, a pair of lying silkworms under his eyes, a high nose, a small face, and his raised fist was half the size of his face.Seeing Wu Yifan looking at him, the young man smiled with the corners of his mouth raised high, and said to Wu Yifan with his lips: "Brother, come here."

Wu Yifan saw many villagers along the way, but his appearance didn't appeal to him. Although the young man in front of him had dark skin like them, his appearance was quite different. It happened that there were several canna plants growing outside the window, and the young man standing in front of the flowers was reflected by the canna , eyebrows are more delicate than flowers.Wu Yifan paused, then walked over slowly, forcefully opened the rusty window, and asked, "Are you looking for me?"

The young man nodded, and looked up at Wu Yifan with shining eyes: "I'm here to deliver something to you."

"What?" Wu Yifan said from the bottom of his heart, if he didn't accept it, he would just take a look--it's embarrassing to accept it, but it's rude not to look at it.

The young man raised his right hand from under the window, and his index finger hooked a petal-shaped blue wind chime. With a slight shake of his hand, the wind chime made a slight and crisp beeping sound.Wu Yifan has seen many exquisite handicrafts, but the wind chime in the young man's hand has attracted his attention. It may be the young man's slender fingers that make it look particularly beautiful. "I..." He hesitated.

The boy holding the wind chime stretched out the window, looking at him with twinkling eyes.Wu Yifan froze for a moment, took it and hooked it on his fingertips.The boy smiled softly: "Brother, hang it on the bedside."

Wu Yifan looked at the delicately carved petal-shaped pendant of the wind chime, and asked, "What's your name?" He didn't hear an answer for a long time, he looked up, and there was no shadow of a boy outside the window.Reluctantly, he poked his head out of the window to look. In the dark night, there were only a few canna plants planted crookedly, with a one-meter-high brick wall on the right and a small river flowing on the left.

Wu Yifan returned to the bed with some disappointment, remembering the boy's words, and wanted to hang the wind chime on the pole of the mosquito net, when Aunt Li knocked on the door: "Afan, Auntie will bring you a water glass." He agreed, and Aunt Li opened the door and came in , Seeing the movements of Wu Yifan's hands, his face turned pale with shock: "Afan, what are you doing?" Wu Yifan turned his head: "Hanging the wind chime, what's wrong?"

Aunt Li walked over and took down the wind chime: "You can't hang it! The wind chime summons the soul, and it can only be hung at the place where it is connected to the ground. The soul can't stay there. In this bedroom, it is absolutely forbidden to hang the wind chime." See Wu Yifan Surprised, she was annoyed and funny, "Is it a habit in this city? Why do you bring a wind chime to hang it?"

Wu Yifan shook his head, opened his mouth but did not tell the origin of the wind chime.

Aunt Li took off the wind chime and handed it back to Wu Yifan: "Maybe you don't pay much attention to these things in the city, but here you just listen to us a little more, it won't hurt."

Wu Yifan put the wind chime on the table: "Okay, I'll listen to you."

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When Wu Yifan took a bath with well water, thinking back to Aunt Li's words just now, he lamented in his heart that there are so many rules in the countryside, even sleeping at night has a lot of things to pay attention to.If there were fewer rules and regulations, he could still follow them one by one, but after Aunt Li talked for ten minutes at a stretch, Wu Yifan became impatient after hearing it, and only kept nodding on his face to show that he had heard clearly.

The night sky was cloudless tonight, the temperature was lower than during the day, and the well water was cold, and Wu Yifan felt that the water was not clean, and it was very uncomfortable to take a shower.The most annoying thing was that when he got out of the shower, there was mud and sand on the ground, and when he walked back into the room, his feet were dirty again, and he had to clean it again as a last resort.

He wiped his feet with a towel in the room, and was planning to read a book later, when Uncle Li called him to go to bed early outside.He looked at his pocket watch, and the hour hand just pointed to eight. He felt helpless and embarrassed, so he turned off the kerosene lamp first, and wanted to wait for Uncle Li and Aunt Li to fall asleep before getting up.

Opening the curtains, Wu Yifan sat on the somewhat blackened mat, looking out the window at the bright white moonlight cast on the wall of the room, feeling a little homesick.It is finally difficult for a pampered and pampered person to accept the same