A gentleman is not a group

Qi Fei has always been sensitive to food, smelling the smell, he moved close to Xie Jianmian, seeing the food in his hand, even his small eyes lit up a lot: "Xiao Xie, this is it?" "Oh, cool Cake." Xie Jianmian put the paper bag in his hand on the table, and peeled off layer by layer, revealing the crystal clear glutinous rice inside, "Heal everyone's fever, let's share it."

Zhou Chi's face thawed instantly, revealing a strange expression.Cold cake... He hasn't eaten this thing for 17 years.

What he bought was not good, but he bought cold cakes...

"Here, don't carry it, catch the head." Seeing that Zhou Chi didn't intend to come over, Xie Jianmian had to take a piece of cold cake wrapped in yellow paper and hand it to him, "Eat one?"

It is impossible for Xie Jianmian to know what happened back then. Today's event was just a coincidence, without any deliberate elements, and it was even more impossible to please him.

But some soft emotions overwhelmed Zhou Chi in an instant. He seemed to have returned to the night 15 years ago. When the little boy was hot and thirsty, someone handed him what he wanted. He didn't have to wait until dawn. Can sleep peacefully.

A hand pierced through 17 years of time, breaking through the entangled black mist like a sharp arrow, and came to him.

That year, the boy finally had cold cakes.

Zhou Chi's heart shook, but on the surface he tried to pretend nothing had happened. He took a big piece of cold cake and bit into it. The sweetness he hadn't seen for a long time slid down his mouth and into his throat, pulling out a sourness, but he was slammed again after a while. pressed down.

Several deserted partings, things are, people are not.

Xie Jianmian had been observing Zhou Chi all the time, and just now felt that something was wrong with him, but it was hard to say what was wrong. At this time, seeing Zhou Chi finished eating the cold cake, he gave him a slight push, motioned him to go to a place where there was no one by the window, and lowered his voice Ask: "Actually, you are the young master of the Zhou family, right?"

The body beside him froze. Zhou Chi didn't expect him to be so direct. He wanted to deny it, but the sweetness left in his mouth softened his heart inch by inch. The moment his body relaxed completely, Zhou Zhi gave up resisting, nodded and said: "it's me……"

A corner of the dark heart was opened, and the dust buried in the depths was smashed out vigorously, finally bringing out the world 17 years ago.He confesses his past for the first time, in front of a "stranger" whom he has not long known.

Before that year, he was also the son of the Zhou family who was noble and precious. He was pampered and held in the palm of his hand and grew up. He had never suffered hardships or tiredness. After being born into someone else's family, one is born with an advantage that others can't even hope to achieve.He said before that Xie Jianmian looked like he was born in a good family and was cared for growing up, just because he used to be the same.

Today, the young son of the Zhou family, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, runs around for a meager amount of money every day, seeing blood and fighting evil, and no one can connect the two.

Xie Jianmian didn't expect him to admit it so straightforwardly, and he had more questions in his mind. He wanted to ask what happened to the fire that burned the entire house, and how the Zhou family who should have died that year became a policeman in the government office. I want to ask you why you have kept this secret all these years, why you admit it to him today...

But at the same time, he clearly knows that what these others regard as novelty and talk are scars that people who have experienced it can't touch, and they will bleed if they move.

While hesitating, Zhou Chi took the initiative to speak: "I wasn't called Zhou Chi before, I have another name."

"what?"

On the day he was discovered by Zheng Kaishi, the amiable and somewhat ruffian Catcher grinned, and slapped him hard on the head with a generous big hand: "What's your name?"

He stared at the scattered weeds and blood-stained sticks on the ground, and said in a muffled voice, "My surname is Zhou..."

But he refused to say his name.

Zheng Kaishi was helpless, he couldn't bear to force him, he thought for a moment and said: "The most important thing to be a catcher is to be upright, so you can call him Zhou Chi."

Mr. Zhou's son did die in the knife and burning fire that night, and now this person is Zhou Chi, the head catcher of the government office.

As for that name, let it be forever buried in the fire 17 years ago, and turned into ashes in the twists and turns of time.

In a blink of an eye, it was the day of Qingming. Although the weather was gloomy, it didn't rain. People came and went by sweeping graves and outings, but they felt sorry for the willow trees that were growing vigorously along the street. Everyone who passed by broke off a few branches and put them on their heads or It is inserted at the door to ward off evil spirits and disasters.

The government office was on vacation for the whole day, and there was time for all the people to worship and sweep the tomb. Zhou Chi had nothing to do, so he stayed in the house all morning, and only planned to go out for a walk around noon.Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out of the courtyard, he ran into Xie Jianmian who had returned from a trip.

Xie Jianmian didn't stay idle early in the morning. He didn't need to sweep the tomb, and he didn't have anything to worship, so he walked around with tourists in twos and threes, broke a few willow branches and came back. He was also surprised when he saw Zhou Chi suddenly: "You didn't Are you going to visit your parents' graves?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he regretted it. This is a private matter, and it would be impolite to ask.

Zhou Chi didn't care, and laughed at himself: "I didn't catch anything, so I don't have the face to meet them."

"They..." Xie Jianmian originally wanted to say that they wouldn't blame you, but before he finished speaking, he felt powerless no matter how hard he listened to the words. He felt like he was being beaten while standing up and talking, so he hurriedly changed the subject, "Liu Zhi, help me folded."

A green and fresh willow branch stretched out and was handed to Zhou Chi, even with the moist smell of plants. The hand holding the willow was white and slender, with distinct joints, and the two colors overlapped with clear boundaries, which was exceptionally harmonious.

A word popped up in Zhou Chi's mind for no reason, green onion and white jade.

He reached out to take the willow branch, and inserted it on the door along the gap, not noticing that Xie Jianmian was dressed in dusty clothes just returned, and blurted out: "Do you want to go out for a walk?"

Xie Jianmian was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't refuse: "That's fine..."

Although Qingming is a day for sweeping tombs and offering sacrifices, there are still many pedestrians on the street, and many shops are also booming. Several shops even launched youth groups, attracting a large number of early adopters.

Xie Jianmian pulled Zhou Chi into a house, wrapped a few round green dumplings, and stuffed one into his mouth as soon as he got it. The green dumplings were soft and sticky, and inside were sweet red bean paste, which looked small. However, the portion is quite large, and it is very difficult to swallow it directly into the mouth. Xie Jianmian suffered a great loss, the glutinous rice balls soaked in green moxa were stuck up and down, and the cheeks on both sides bulged like hedgehogs stealing food. Zhou Chi laughed.

Xie Jianmian glared at Zhou Chi while chewing hard, picked up a dumpling and stuffed it in when someone opened his mouth, Zhou Chile was so sad that he almost choked to death, he closed his mouth unwillingly and stared back.

The successful little hedgehog narrowed his eyes with a smile, and even his cheeks, which were sore from chewing, felt much relieved at the moment.

When the two of them returned from their stroll, the sky was already a little dark, and a few faint scents of apricot blossoms came. Xie Jianmian sniffed it vigorously, and sighed in satisfaction: "I really want to eat apricots."

"I'll pick it for you when it's ripe." Zhou Chi turned his head and looked over, with a slight smile on his lips.

"No regrets."

"it is good……"

Zhou Chi tapped him on the head with a smile, said goodbye and went back to his home.

Xie Jianmian looked at his back, and didn't turn back until the courtyard door was closed. He ate a lot of green balls, and the heavy backlog in his stomach made him feel uncomfortable.It was still early, and he really didn't want to go back to the house to rest, so he wandered around in the yard.

When night fell completely, he vaguely heard a "squeak——" from the next door, as if the courtyard door was being opened and closed. The sound was extremely soft, but it was still clearly audible in the quiet streets.

Where is Zhou Chi going?

With a faint premonition, he jumped onto the roof and saw Zhou Chizheng walking out of the alley along the wall without a sound.

Under the moonlight, there was a figure walking steadily on the street, and a sneaky stalker on the roof.

Xie Jianmian has never been so grateful for his lightness kungfu that only a few people can surpass. After following for so long, he was not noticed by Zhou Butou. He bent down and jumped from one roof to another until the people in front of him became more and more Sparse jumped down from above, and the cat was behind Zhou Chi with a distance of more than ten meters.

Zhou Chi's movements were quick, and he was heading all the way to the west mountain outside the city. The cold moonlight shrouded him, showing a bit of loneliness and frailty, and he looked extraordinarily lonely under the dark sky.

On the west mountain is the only mass grave in Jinzhou.

It is not accurate to say that it is a mass grave, because those corpses have graves, but no one claims them.

The night, the cold moon, and the graveyard are full of ghosts.

Zhou Chi didn't squint, didn't stop for a moment, and headed towards the top of the mountain with a strong purpose. The top of the mountain was bare, with no grass growing, only countless unowned tombs standing here, glowing cold and green under the moon.

He stopped in front of the two solitary graves, knelt down with a plop, and only the sound of head-bumping was heard in the silent hilltop.

After he escaped that year, he watched helplessly as his parents, who were burnt beyond recognition, were carried up to the west mountain, where they were buried in this desolate place, with lonely souls and wild ghosts.

He was very timid and didn't dare to be discovered. He didn't dare to come out to take a look at the two newly erected tombs until everyone went down the mountain.

For more than ten years since then, he dared not come, dare not look, or even think, the solitary moonlight in front of the grave could not illuminate his way home.

Xie Jianmian hid behind a low grave, watching Zhou Zhi slam into the cold and hard wasteland, his usually tall and straight back was slumped at this moment, the ups and downs were [-]% sore and [-]% wronged, which made people feel distressed.

After an unknown amount of time, the movements slowly stopped, and he lay down on the ground covered in loess, almost poking his fingers into the soil, crying bitterly.

The person who mocked him during the day and said he was shameless finally couldn't hold back, and at the last moment of the Ching Ming Festival, he became a child again, crying out all the thoughts that had been silent for many years.

It's not that I can't speak, I just hate that no one complains.

Xie Jianmian suddenly wanted to rush over to hug him, pat his trembling shoulders lightly, and give him a soft word or two, telling him not to cry, stop crying.

The urge came so strongly that he almost stepped out with one foot, and then tried his best to retract it, barely able to suppress the strange emotions welling up in his heart.

At this time, Zhou Chi doesn't want anyone to disturb him, he doesn't need comfort, he doesn't need persuasion, he just needs to vent.

Xie Jianmian sighed silently, turned around and left quietly.

Some wounds are invisible.