and his "forced" doll kiss

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The end of winter in the small courtyard was warmer than outside, petals fell on his body one by one, and fell on the wheelchair, Shi Yu leaned against the wheelchair, his body was limp and powerless.

Shi Yu looked at the beautiful scene in the yard, year after year, day after day, as if he never realized that a lot of time had passed inexplicably.

Li Anyun and grandma made plum petal pouches together. Every year at the end of winter, grandma would sew two small pouches with her own hands, put a safety talisman inside, and fill them with petals.

Finally, tie a beautiful safety knot.

Grandpa was sitting next to Shi Yu, with an old radio at his feet, the antenna had to be pulled out for a long time to hear the sound.

The play, the Chu opera, the part I often listened to when I was a child, Shi Yu looked at Li Anyun, running around in the yard like a child, a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy must always be so carefree.

It is said that the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. This year’s plum blossoms bloomed later than in previous years, and only a little bit of stamens bloomed at the end of winter.

"Yu'er, can you help Grandpa change the battery?" Grandpa Chen handed the radio to Shi Yu. The battery cover had been lifted, and Shi Yu stared at the old man in front of him in a daze. Carefully pinching his deformed and overly convulsed limbs.

"Uh... um... don't, don't..." Shi Yu resisted and struggled, shaking his head from side to side, desperately trying to shake off, Grandpa Chen cried, holding his hand tightly, only three fingers that could still be controlled by nerves Wei Wei exerted some strength, "Uh..."

"Yu'er is great. I can help grandpa change the battery. From now on, I will point to you to give us two retirement benefits. There are many opportunities to change batteries." Grandpa laughed a few times in a hoarse voice, but Shi Yu couldn't laugh. The knuckles were flushed red, and because of the excessive force, he slightly curled up and convulsed, and the knuckles curled into the palm again.

Grandma looked at Shi Yu, her eyes were red, and she didn't want him to reveal what was on her mind. Crying and crying during Chinese New Year is not auspicious.

Li Anyun didn't dare to raise his head, and knelt on the ground with his eyes downcast. From Shi Yu's point of view, he was looking down at a certain place. Only he knew that he was repenting and atoning for his sins.

He wanted to know how he felt, a stump without any nerves, unable to take care of itself, unable to control his emotions.

"Brother, look, this year's small bag." Li Anyun got up from the ground, holding the two small bags in her hands, grinning and did not continue talking.

"Well, the small bag Anjun put in is the most fragrant. How many bouquets of petals did you hold this year?" The damp heat from him made him relax, and he remained silent like a normal person.

"Sixteen bunches, about seventeen bunches, I've packed a lot, and I can keep them this spring." Apart from sweet-scented osmanthus, Li Anyun's favorite is plum blossoms. There are not many roses. Occasionally, she gets excited when she sees a few in the luxurious small courtyard. .

The quilt slipped off his body, revealing a pair of legs that were only clinging to the thin trousers, the outlines of the things inside were clearly outlined, and there were limp muscles.

Constant convulsions, tremors, uncontrollable subtle movements, sometimes with difficulty relying on a few nerves that could still be involved.

"Who gave my son a change of clothes? What should I do if I wear so little and catch a cold? Really, I have taken care of her for 17 years, why can't I take care of her now?"

"I'm not cold." Shi Yu smiled, his mind was filled with his grandfather's words, it was full, and it fit perfectly.

Grandpa lit the coal stove and lit the charcoal fire, and the fire shone on him, making him feel warm all the time, and the radio was still playing.

Because of its old age, the sound of electric current covered up the scene.

"Brother, give a handful every year, every year, let's make a wish." Li Anyun looked at Shi Yu seriously, leaned down and gave him a kiss, her thin lips collided lightly, the kiss was very light, so light barely felt.

"I want you to stand by my side forever." Shi Yu replied very lightly, as if deliberately avoiding this question that made him think deeply, and ended hastily.

"It won't work if I say my wish. My wish is that we will always be the same as we are now." Li Anyun put the small bag in his palm and held it, holding it with difficulty with five twisted fingers. His hands are beautiful Shi Jingyan often said that his hands should touch the light by nature.

"Guanghui will keep the secret for us, Anjun, I hope that what we say is true." Shi Yu felt his body slipping down more and more, his waist could no longer hold up, his legs were folded together feebly, and the soles of his feet were already swollen. next to each other.

Li Anyun grabbed his shoulders from behind, and the situation got worse and worse as the days went by, with more and more belts on his body, from shoulders to ankles.

Now I can only sit in the wheelchair with the help of the belt, and I look like a normal person with no disabilities.

Grandma brought two bowls of chicken soup vermicelli from the house, boiled eggs, pork ribs and corn steamed pork ribs with glutinous rice, which is also Grandpa Chen's favorite dish.

"The taste of this vermicelli chicken soup has definitely not changed. Drink a little and see if grandma's skills are not as good as before or getting better." Grandma Chen put the porcelain bowl on the small table. Li Anyun likes to sit face to face with Shi Yu at the table Drinking soup, now I can only be next to him, and my wish is fulfilled by the way.

"It's delicious, even better than before." It may be that he cherished it even more after experiencing the disaster. Li Anyun stirred the vermicelli in the soup. Grandma Chen always gave him a little more when he was a child.

"Yu'er, have some soup. An An said it tastes better than before." Grandma Chen sat opposite the wheelchair with a bowl in her hand. She scooped up a spoonful of soup and put it near his mouth. tasty?"

"Mmm, it's delicious." The soup flowed down the corner of his mouth, Shi Yu turned his head, not daring to look at Grandma Chen.

"It's good to drink. Do you want to eat chicken? After simmering all night, the meat should be rotten." Grandma Chen looked at Li Anyun, there were a few bones piled up on the table, and there was still half a bowl of soup that was not finished.

"Brother can eat, the chicken is so soft." Li Anyun helped him wipe off the soup stains from the corner of his mouth with a piece of paper. Simmering chicken soup with vermicelli should be considered a constant thing when visiting relatives during the Chinese New Year.

Grandma Chen picked a boneless piece and sent it to his mouth, and it slid into his throat at once. The taste of the chicken was perfectly entangled between his lips and teeth, as well as the kiss just now.

After finishing the chicken soup and picking out the fans, Li Anyun looked at Shi Yu seriously, paused for a long time, then slowly closed her eyes, her eyelashes were lightly draped, and she fell onto him.

The even breathing sound was heavy, just as the wind stopped.

So quiet that he could hear a petal being swept away.