sunny as rain

, The whole sky lit up the surroundings. That night, he used the same means to take revenge on Li Wenchang. When he returned home under the moonlight, Ye Shiyu had disappeared.

He went to the east room to wake Ye Zhihui up, and the two rushed to City B overnight.

Ye Zhihui has always known the existence of Lao Wei. His love may seem a little weak and ridiculous to outsiders, but in fact this is truly selfless love.

Loving someone, to the point of allowing her to cheat under his nose, knowing that she was looking for another man with a dream of liberation, but still traveling thousands of miles to embrace her in his arms.

Let her realize her dream, and I am more willing to watch her give up her dream for this family.

When she found Old Wei's house, Jiang Yahui bit her finger and walked up and down the stairs. When she saw Ye Zhihui, she burst into tears and said with red eyes, "Xiao Yu...Xiao Yu...I lost him."

Ye Zhihui and his surroundings hurried to the police station, leaving Lao Wei and Jiang Yahui to guard at home, while the other walked along the nearby streets to find someone.

Fortunately, someone saw that the unconscious Ye Shiyu was carried away by a few hooligans. The police quickly found the local criminal gang and found Ye Shiyu in an abandoned factory building.

In the dilapidated factory building, there was a blue rag sheet in the middle of the floor, and Ye Shiyu was lying in the middle, unconscious.

There were about four or five men with cigarette butts in their mouths, discussing where to sell them.

The scene was chaotic for a while, Ye Zhihui was so frightened that his face turned blue, his surroundings were trembling, his body was limp and frozen in place, his soul was facing cruel torture and questioning, and then he covered his mouth and retched continuously.

The police who have been handling the case for many years were shocked by this scene.

Fortunately, Ye Shiyu didn't show any signs of being beaten. If he came a little later, the consequences could be imagined.

The surroundings thought at the time that in just one day, he almost lost Ye Shiyu twice.

——In the new year of this year, Ye Shiyu accomplished a feat that he had been thinking about for a year.

He firmly believed that there was a secret hidden in the wall, so he made up his mind to find it. Sure enough, he found a 100 RMB note in the crack of the cracked wallpaper.

He speculated that this was Ye Zhihui's private money.

Ye Shiyu tore off the wallpaper with all his strength. Apart from the parasitic mold inside, there were only furry growths. They entangled the annual rings of the years in the dark and unoccupied corner, slowly aging and withering.

Holding the 100 yuan bill in his hand, he reluctantly smashed the pink piggy bank with adhesive tape, bought several bundles of foam wallpaper, and decided to change the look of this home.

The first time I smashed the pink piggy bank, it was to buy a white T-shirt for the surroundings. At that time, I was reluctant to throw away the piggy bank I used since I was a child, so I used tape to stick it again. This time, I am afraid it will not stick again. .

Several times, Ye Shiyu fumbled for the door of the east room, wanting to ask all the questions in his heart, longing to be like the happy ending in the movie. In the end, he and his parents hugged each other, confessed to each other, and cried bitterly to each other , and then came the great reconciliation of the century.

Since then, it has turned hostility into friendship.

He wanted to confide in his heart, to confide those real and imagined dreams.

But every time when it was a critical moment, he hid.

He used to sit up on the bed for an entire hour, only to end up curled up in a small ball, lying motionless on the bed.

There are two selves in his body who are constantly competing. It doesn't matter whether he wins or loses. The important thing is that he should learn to forget.

Forget those people who have had close contact with Jiang Yahui, forget those facts that should not have been heard or seen.

Those unpleasant people and things should be turned into pale and feeble memories, just hanging thinly in the depths of memory.

He desperately told himself that it was their business, the business of adults, and had nothing to do with him.

He finally chose to escape, and built a high wall in his heart, but he was crazily determined in his heart that no one could break this wall except those around him.

Escape can whitewash peace, because he is still clinging to the illusion of indulging in beauty.

On New Year's Eve, the white embossed foam wallpaper makes this home look brand new.

Jiang Yahui was making dumplings, Ye Zhihui was helping at the side, and the two of them had no communication during the whole process.

Dumplings stuffed with sauerkraut and pork are hot and steaming.

Ye Shiyu anxiously took a bite, and a small blister appeared on his tongue.

The surroundings handed him a glass of cold water, and Ye Shiyu couldn't wait to take a big sip.

After drinking cold water, it was very comfortable at first, but then I felt the burning pain of my tongue.

Ye Shiyu stuck out his tongue, rolled up the tip of his tongue, fanned the wind with his hand beside his tongue, and shouted inarticulately: "It hurts...it hurts..."

They squeezed Ye Shiyu's chin and looked around, jokingly said: "Eat slowly, no one will fight with you."

Ye Zhihui glanced at him, put down the chopsticks in his hand, and reprimanded softly: "How old is a child, he is not serious every day, and his mouth will be scalded to blisters after eating dumplings."

Ye Shiyu opened his mouth wide like a mute, and uttered two ambiguous syllables of "ahah", which was heard by the surroundings, which meant "it hurts so much".

After the meal, Ye Zhihui went to the yard to smoke and lit the 1000-gun firecrackers.

The firecrackers thundered and thundered, Ye Shiyu was so frightened that everyone quickly covered Ye Shiyu's ears.

Ye Shiyu looked up at him, smiling innocently, but a little fake.

Every time Ye Shiyu's eyes turned into crescents when he smiled, it meant that he was not really happy.

There were also several families nearby who were setting off firecrackers, and Ye Zhihui was called by Ye Zhihua to play mahjong.Jiang Yahui didn't like watching the Spring Festival Gala, so she lay down early and went to sleep.

Surrounding ushered in the first year spent at Ye Shiyu's house.

He still remembered that it was Thursday, after dinner, he and Ye Rufeng hid in the corn field to avoid Ye Zhihua's pursuit.

Ye Zhihui and Ye Shiyu found him with flashlights and brought him back to this home.

The desk lamps were dimmed around, and the two lay on the bed chatting.

The surrounding eyes seem to say: "Xiao Yu, I see through you, but I won't see through you."

Ye Shiyu always thinks that those eyes that used to be filled with melancholy starlight are not lonely, but more like a kind of calm and contemplative, with a little melancholy that can't be dispelled between the eyebrows and eyes, does it also include him now? .

Ye Shiyu tilted his mouth involuntarily, and responded silently: "Ah! You saw through it."

He naively thought that when Jiang Yahui returned to Ye Zhihui's side, the family would be able to return to their carefree days.

It's really just a superficial silence.

A crack has already formed in their relationship, and every minute, every second, every moment, the crack is getting bigger.

Bang... bang... bang, the firecrackers go up to the sky.

Tonight is lively, but their feelings have become cold.

Although Ye Shiyu tried to burn his lips to ease the awkward atmosphere between his parents, in the end he couldn't even heal his own anxiety.

After Jiang Yahui came back, she became more and more addicted to gambling. Although she played small fights, her wins and losses were not big.

But he left early and returned late all day long, and gradually drifted away from Ye Zhihui.

Perhaps their directions have never been different, so no matter how they go, they will run in opposite directions.

With the previous example, Ye Shiyu began to trust his intuition, there is always a moment, or from this moment to that moment, something will happen, it is the same as the premonition that the glass was smashed by a stone that night.

In order to keep warm in winter, every family has a firewood pile, and piles of dried straw are neatly stacked for use in winter.

Ye Shiyu's family's firewood pile was just outside the courtyard wall, and now it was like a fire burning clouds, igniting the entire sky.

Ye Shiyu's arm was gently shaking around him, afraid of scaring him, he called him softly: "Xiao Yu, get up quickly, the house is on fire."

Ye Shiyu made a confused "hmm", his eyes were too sleepy to open, and his brain was completely unable to respond to what was said around him.

He didn't wake up.

After a while, the surroundings woke him up again, and the windowpane was stained with red, yellow, purple, and even blue.

"Xiao Yu, wake up, the house is on fire."

Ye Shiyu got up sleepily, and looked out through the window. There was thick smoke billowing outside, and the blue flames were spreading around.

He turned over and wanted to continue sleeping. He was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes.

After a while, he finally admitted that there was a fire outside, and then he mustered up the courage to follow around unsteadily and walk out of the yard.

Many people stood by the fire, helpless, just stood there looking around, worried that their families would be implicated.

Several people tried to splash the fire with water from the well, but the flames were too high to help.

For some reason, Ye Shiyu felt that Jiang Yahui was very happy.

For a moment, he even worried about whether he would be able to keep his home, whether he was going to live on the streets, but the thought was fleeting.

Jiang Yahui stood in front of the fire, her back straightened, and the tears in her eyes were dried away, leaving only two blazing flames.

Standing in front of the sea of ​​fire, she turned around and smiled at Ye Shiyu, smiling softly, full of joy and vitality.

Ye Shiyu has seen a delicate mother, a hard-working mother, a philistine mother who wants to be strong, and a vain mother who loves face.

But it was not as happy and free as it is now.

Jiang Yahui took a step towards the fire, as if stepping into a warm, throbbing world that was about to realize her dream, where there was something she desperately longed for.

Her girlhood may have longed for love above all else, but now she, like countless contemporaries, just wants to get by.

She took a few steps forward, grabbed Jiang Yahui's arm from behind, and said firmly, "Auntie, I'll keep watch. I'm sure the house won't be burned down. You can go in and rest."

Under the firelight, Jiang Yahui's face was so calm and peaceful, as if she felt the oracle from the sky, and she smiled happily under the sign of fire.

She roughly grabbed the shoulders around her, pushed him to the side of Ye Shiyu, and murmured: "I tried my best...really...you go to sleep first...leave it to me."

Ye Shiyu lowered his head, his mind was in a mess.

Jiang Yahui couldn't help swallowing a few times, covered her mouth and nose with her left hand, picked up a long branch from the ground with her right hand, pushed the burning straw with sparks into the fire, fearing that the house would also burn.

Ye Shiyu suddenly turned his face to the sky, wanting to yell loudly, but he didn't because he thought it was another dream.

He yelled, "Mom, I'll help you."

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