God said I would meet you

The two messed around, and Zhang Xinli helped him clean up the areas that he couldn't wash, and he pulled on his slippers and prepared to leave.

Lin Jinyu stopped him and said, "Wait a minute," he said, "You sweat so much, don't you take a shower?"

"Wash," Zhang Xinli said, "I'll wash after you finish washing."

"You can wash now," Lin Jinyu said, "I only poured half a pot of boiling water, and there is still half a pot, which is enough. If you wash now, I can help you rub your back or something. Reciprocity, no debt You favor."

"I'm not that fussy." Zhang Xinli said to leave.

"No," Lin Jinyu said, "If you don't wash my half pot of water now, it's not in vain. It's hard for me to show kindness. Hurry up, don't whine."

Zhang Xinli paused dumbfounded, Lin Jinyu stood up involuntarily, went to fetch the pot, took another bucket, filled the well with cold water, and beckoned him to sit down.

Zhang Xinli had no choice but to take off his clothes and sit down. Lin Jinyu pushed him to turn around.

The two fell apart, and this time it was Lin Jinyu's turn to serve Zhang Xinli.He wrung out the water and washed the towel again, feeling that it felt weird and something was wrong.

Lin Jinyu carefully looked at the things in his hand under the dim light, and shouted, "Hey, this seems to be your towel, why do you use your towel to bathe me?"

"Really," Zhang Xinli said, "Aren't you the one on the left? I'm holding the one on the left."

"I must have picked it up wrong," Lin Jinyu said, "Your towel has been used for a long time, and it is much harder. Mine is new and softer, and although they are all blue, your towel is printed with Snoopy. One is a rogue rabbit."

"I didn't look carefully." Zhang Xinli said.

"Slightly, Ma Daha." Lin Jinyu began to rub his back: "But it's good, so I won't have to change it myself."

The sky was gradually getting dark, and the old tungsten lamp hanging at the door of the house cast orange-red light around, making everything seem to be covered with an old photo filter of orange-yellow tone.

Under the light, Zhang Xinli's broad shoulders and back also have a warm color that makes people feel very warm. He put his elbows on his knees, slightly arched his back, showing a sunken, distinct midline of the spine, and wheat-colored back muscles. There are several sunken scars distributed horizontally and vertically on the upper part.

"How did you do this?" Lin Jinyu's slender hands ran down his neck inch by inch, stroking his tight back muscles, waistline, and other scars, and said, "I didn't fall, did you? Wrestling with your back on your back."

"What?" Zhang Xinli asked.

"That's it," Lin Jinyu used his thumb to trace the longest and most ferocious line. It is located obliquely on the shoulder blade, slightly sunken, pale white, like a terrifying groove.

"I don't remember," Zhang Xinli said, "I have a lot of scars on my body. The visible places are fine. I can't see them on my back, so I don't remember them."

"For example?" Lin Jinyu asked him, "What do you remember?"

Zhang Xinli then showed him his hand: "This was cut with a sickle when I was harvesting millet when I was young."

Lin Jinyu looked over his shoulder to look at Zhang Xinli's hand, and she saw a dark red, thick hypertrophic scar winding from the wrist of his left hand to the tiger's mouth on the back of his hand.

"There is also one on my stomach. When I was a child, my mother asked me to go to the field to deliver chicken soup to my dad. It just rained and the road was muddy. As a result, I slipped on my feet. When I fell, I didn't even think about holding the soup bowl to me. There is a scald in my arms."

"Oh..." Lin Jinyu said, "Did your dad finish his drink?"

"I drank it," Zhang Xinli said, "I didn't spill a drop of the soup, it's just that I burned a scar."

Listening to his indifferent description, Lin Jinyu can almost imagine the young and stubborn figure running on this land a few years ago through these line-drawing words without rhetoric at all.

He changed the subject, and said lazily, "It's an honor, this is the first time I've been rubbed on my back."

Zhang Xinli lowered his head and said, "...This is also the first time someone other than my mother has rubbed my back."

"Your mother rubbed your back at your age." Lin Jinyu said in surprise.

"When I was young," Zhang Xinli was speechless, "What were you thinking about?"

"Oh, so I'm your first man," Lin Jinyu raised her eyebrows and joked, "Oh, at your service!"

"What do you mean?" Zhang Xinli asked him, "I don't understand."

"It's just..." Lin Jinyu said while scooping up water, "It means willing to serve you, service, service, service."

"Oh..." Zhang Xinli nodded thoughtfully, "I remember."

"Is your English score good?" Lin Jinyu is also idle, and simply finds a topic to chat with him: "My English is not bad, I mainly like watching movies and American dramas, and sometimes I just follow them naturally. .”

"Not good," Zhang Xinli wiped the water from the back of his neck to prevent it from flowing into his ears: "I failed English."

Lin Jinyu stuck out her tongue: "Oh, which subject are you better at?"

"I'm not particularly good at it..." Zhang Xinli thought for a while and said, "Let's do mathematics, mathematics is not bad."

Mathematics is the most troublesome thing for Lin Jinyu, and she often hovers on the edge of the passing line, but she is best at Chinese.

He is a rare boy with a top Chinese score in the class. Every time the head teacher holds a summary meeting for the monthly exam, he must say: Some students are too serious about partial subjects. This is not good, you are weak. Then with a little score, it’s not a problem for you to learn a few times and you can jump up a few dozen points. For example, this Lin Jinyu, even if you have two-thirds of your math score in Chinese, you won’t be in the current position...

In stark contrast to this is Chinese and history. In [-] out of [-] exams, he ranked first in a single subject.

Mathematics is such a disgusting thing, this person actually said that he is not good at other things, but he is better at mathematics in comparison?What kind of strange thing is this... Lin Jinyu was immersed in his unbelievable thoughts, when he heard Zhang Xinli ask him: "You started high school? Which school?"

Lin Jinyu said a name, and Zhang Xinli nodded and said, "It's a very famous school, did you choose the school to get in or the exam?"

"Nonsense, of course it's the exam," Lin Jinyu said: "The three of us made an appointment to go to the same high school together. You don't know that I stopped all entertainment activities before the exam and focused on hustle and bustle. Finally, I was admitted The line is more than ten points."

"Who are the three?" Zhang Xinli asked, "Your classmate?"

"As for Xu Zhao and Huang Jiayao I told you about, in the end only Xu Zhao went to the main line and paid tens of thousands of yuan for the school selection fee to get in. Huang Jiayao was admitted in advance when he recruited students independently."

"There are such excellent students around you, so you should cherish them."

"What about you?" Lin Jinyu asked, "Which university do you want to go to?"

"I don't know," Zhang Xinli replied, "Let's talk about it after crossing the line. I probably won't leave Sichuan, and I need to take care of my family."

Lin Jinyu recalled the daily routine of Zhang Xinli he had seen these days, and said, "Looking at your love of learning, you must pass the exam."

"Not necessarily," Zhang Xinli said: "If you can't do many things, you can't do it. It's not what you love, and you can get what you want in the end."

Lin Jinyu felt that he was a bit pessimistic, no matter what he looked at, he seemed to pass through a negative filter. The last time he said "everything in the world requires hard work to get" was, the last time he published a comment on Gao Wu and the others. The opinion of the family situation is that this time is also true.

He himself doesn't like to drink poisonous chicken soup, but he still feels that the world is actually not so cruel. This is an upward world, there are always people with unexpected warmth, and most people can get their love.

He dawdled for a while, and finally said: "I don't know if others can do it, but I think you can." He said: "Nowadays, there are more and more college students every year... In the past, a street Only one or two people are college students, and now there are only one or two people in the street who are not college students. Didn’t you all go to high school in this poor place? You can also go to college.”

"It's just like that over there..." Zhang Xinli asked: "Is it all right, I'm getting dressed, you can wash it yourself first, and throw the changed dirty clothes into the basin later, I will go in and wash them." After finishing the few questions, come out and do the washing.”

"Oh, okay." Lin Jinyu said.

Zhang Xinli then took the towel from him and began to wipe off the water droplets on his body.

He turned to face Lin Jinyu, looked at his eyes reflecting the orange light, and said, "Actually, it's nothing. Although each level is more difficult than the next level, I never thought of giving up. I have been climbing for so many years. Even if you really don’t pass the exam in the end, it’s just that you come back and continue to live the life like Gao Wu, I’ve lived that kind of life for many years before, I don’t care.”

Such a life... what kind of life?Feed chickens, walk dogs, farm, and live peacefully in places without water heaters or WIFI?But if you think about it carefully, this kind of life is actually nothing... This place located in Shankakari is not rich, but it is not necessary to pursue a life of great wealth and wealth. This small place has a splendor that Shanghai does not have Sunshine, gentle blue, familiar neighbors, unfettered wilderness and vast mountains that Shanghai does not have.

He faintly felt that it was more than that, it was not only a question of whether the material conditions of life were good or bad, it might also include other things, such as what would become of a person's spirit, his vision, and pattern, and what would he be like when he left here? Who met different levels of people, what different paths he walked, and perhaps whether he had the opportunity to become the person he dreamed of becoming countless times when he was young.

These questions seemed too remote and esoteric to him, something that he didn't need to face and think about at this age.Lin Jinyu wanted to ask, but he looked at Zhang Xinli's eyes hidden in the dark night, and finally didn't ask.