Poor little in the Shura field

When people meet each other, they will have first impressions. At that time, Xue Yu's first impression of Cheng Chi was that he was honest and resolute, like a knife.

He would never have imagined that this man would stand in front of him one day, with red eyes and trembling shoulders, saying to himself, "... Please, only this, only this is not enough."

Xue Yu knew that Cheng Chi was sad, and he didn't want Cheng Chi to be sad, so he was a little helpless: "Isn't it possible to achieve anything? Just start tomorrow, okay?"

not good.

Cheng Chi thought he would say that, but he didn't, he wanted to ask "what did I do wrong", and "Am I so bad".

He asked, and he saw Xue Yu in a daze for a few seconds, the snow fell on his hair, melted and disappeared, Cheng Chi didn't hear Xue Yu's answer.

Is Cheng Chi wrong?

No, if I have to say it, the fault is that I am too young to waste time on a fruitless pursuit.

He didn't want to hurt a good guy, so he came to be the bad guy.

All bad guys do one thing, and that's disappointment.

Xue Yu remembered that Cheng Chi went back with red eyes.

It should be the last time, Xue Yu rubbed his little face that was numb from the cold, watched the man's back disappear in the snow, slowly went upstairs, when he entered the door, he saw the TV was on, Qi Chenyi On the side of the sofa, slender fingers fiddled with the remote control.

Xue Yu thought she was watching wrong, the TV hadn't been turned on since they moved in: "Why are you watching TV all of a sudden?"

The man's facial features are dignified, he seems to be able to play golf, ride a horse, and go to high-end places, but he doesn't seem to be able to watch TV. He turned his dark eyes and said in a gentle tone: "It's the New Year, everyone is watching the Spring Festival Gala, and we can't out of fashion."

Xue Yu curled her lips: "You can do what others do, so why don't you follow others when they land on the moon?"

That being said, he still sat down next to Qi Chen. The New Year has become less and less old-fashioned in recent years, but when he just came up from downstairs, he could hear them laughing happily, so he was looking forward to whether the Spring Festival Gala would be better than his Funny to imagine.

While switching TV channels, Qi Chen seemed to have no intention of asking: "Cheng Chi has gone back?"

Xue Yu paused: "Well... just look at this, I think this team is quite popular recently."

The TV screen stopped on the Spring Festival Gala channel, it was the transition time, the host was in the hot spot, and the team that was very popular on the Internet was about to perform. Their show was both funny and in-depth.

It was really funny, Qi Chen's brows and eyes stretched, Xue Yu held her stomach and smiled: "This person is too good at shaking his burden."

Qi Chen rarely expressed his opinions, but he would echo Xue Yu: "I think so too."

"What's his name? I think I've seen it in a TV series. Did he even get an award?"

"Search?"

"No need to search, I remember why I have such a deep impression on him, don't you think he is very similar to you? The way he scolds others with a straight face is almost like the reincarnation of an old lady."

Qi Chen was smiling, and there seemed to be broken stars in his eyes: "Do you like it?"

Xue Yu took off her shoes and sat on the sofa. When she laughed hard, she would fall on the man's body, her soft hand patted on the man's leg restlessly: "Like! It's so similar!"

Qi Chen curled the corner of his mouth.

He used to think that it was stupid for people to gather together during the Chinese New Year, and the way they laughed together was also stupid, but now he suddenly didn't think so.

"Qi Chen."

The smile on the corners of Qi Chen's mouth still persisted: "Huh?"

"Is the heating at home too high? I'm sweating a lot."

Qi Chen was slightly stunned, his attention was immediately shifted from the TV, Xue Yu didn't know when he was sweating so much, his pale face was covered with sweat, it slipped down his thin chin, his normally rosy mouth had another color .

The man's eyes suddenly showed soreness, he wiped Xue Yu's sweat away with his wide palm, and restrained his unnatural tone: "...Yes, I am afraid that you will be cold when you come back from the outside, so I turned up the heating temperature a bit, is it too hot? gone?"

Xue Yu nodded: "It's so hot, please turn it down."

Taking advantage of the time when the temperature was lowered, Qi Chen closed his eyes to hide the emotions in them. He walked back and touched Xue Yumian's hot face: "Turn it down, is it better?"

Xue Yu actually didn't feel it, but he still said, "It's better."

Qi Chen smiled again, probably because he was sleepy: "Then continue watching."

Xue Yu hugged the pillow and nodded her head slightly.

There are sketches on TV, he knows all the actors, and he likes a few of them, he used to watch them often, usually when he saw them, Xue Yu would watch them non-stop with his mobile phone in his hand, Qi Chen often taught him a lesson because of this .

Now that they came out, Xue Yu widened her eyes and wanted to see them.

But I don't know what's going on.

Suddenly he couldn't see clearly.

Xue Yu kept blinking, but her vision became more and more blurred.

A dry and cold hand was handed over to wrap him in his arms. He wanted to ask Qi Chen why he was shaking, but he had no strength left. The man squeezed his shoulder, showing pain: "The show hasn't finished yet, Watch it for a while, watch it for a while and sleep again."

He thought so too, but he was really sleepy.

"...Qi Chen, I want to sleep, I don't want to watch it."

……

On the last day of the Spring Festival, the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, a cold wave blew up in a remote village and town.

Cheng Chi sold all the houses in the city and returned to the countryside. The villagers said that he was bewitched by evil spirits, and he was going to live a good life, but he insisted on returning to live a life in the city where there was not enough food.

Cheng Chi didn't care about these gossips. He was not familiar with the villagers in the first place, and his relationship was even shallower after being away for a year. There was no need to care about what they said.

He had seen Song Rongxun that day.

Song Rongxun's tossing a year ago did not fail. He made an agreement with Song's father that as long as his own shop was up and running within two years, he could go to the city to develop.

Anyone with a discerning eye would know why he went to the city at the expense of getting into trouble with Song's father.

Cheng Chi knew it too.

He stood in front of Song Yuxun's growing shop, his tough arms stretched out, and his breathing was messed up.

He didn't know why he was like that that day, but later he realized that he was jealous, jealous that Song Yuxun had a goal to fight for and the opportunity to meet that person.

And he can't.

He wants to see Xue Yu, but he wants to listen to Xue Yu's words.

When the winter vegetables in the field were harvested, Yan Lilan was too busy to take care of it, and Cheng Chi went in the end.

The man wore cold-proof gloves and put on his familiar coarse cloth coat. He pulled out a few cabbage hearts, and with a rush of heat on his back, he pulled them to a place slightly higher than the ground, and Cheng Chi stopped.

Looking at the land, he vaguely remembered a person with two long legs sitting on a cloth jacket, a small face with a seductive and charming voice.

——"Do people in your village like to stare at others like this?"

——"You don't use the money you earn, so why give it to me? Too much money to burn?"

—— "...remember to wear a hat next time."

--"Await your return."

Cheng Chi's eyes were sour, and he forced himself not to think too much. He continued to pick vegetables. There were two sets of vegetables in the field with different maturity stages. The half la are all pulled out.

I really can't see it.

never to be seen again.

"Hey, Xiao Cheng! You guys, go help him up!"

Cheng Chi had been working in the field for a long time that day, and he was in a daze the whole time. He didn't know when he fell down, and he didn't know when the farmers sent him back to the bungalow.

A hand was touching his head, and he heard a surprised local accent: "This kid is almost out of burns! After burning like this, why do you still go to work in the fields? The family is really short of those meals?"

sick?

Cheng Chi couldn't understand what this meant for a few seconds. He covered himself with a heavy quilt, and when he was drowsy, he suddenly realized, oh, it turns out that he is sick, no wonder he always sees people he shouldn't see.

It was strange to say that a man who would not even suffer from minor illnesses throughout the year fell ill just like that.

Yan Lilan was still in the factory when she heard about this. She was terrified, put down all her work, and hurried back to see her child.

When she saw Cheng Chi on the bed, Yan Lilan was at a loss for a moment. She asked herself, was Cheng Chi so thin a few days ago?

Yan Lilan couldn't believe it, she almost didn't know such a fragile son: "Xiao Cheng, tell mom what's wrong?"

The man's eyebrows were drawn into the temples, and his face was very thinned. He didn't reply to Yan Lilan's words, his rough and damp fingers curled up, and his voice was very low: "Mom, am I really bad?"

Yan Lilan stared at him blankly, then covered her mouth after a few seconds, she was fine, but suddenly she couldn't stand it anymore.

What else does she not understand?

"Xiao Cheng, you can go find him. Mom doesn't care. Mom has figured it out. As long as you are happy, it doesn't matter if you are with a man or a woman. Mom will buy you a ticket tomorrow. Eat well, rest well, and don't be sloppy. Want to meet people, huh?"

Yan Lilan and Cheng Chi spent a year.

I persuaded him to give up, took him to kowtow in front of his father's grave, and pointed his nose when he was angry so that he would not embarrass himself. Cheng Chi never said anything, her son was always very obedient, Also very stubborn, he never gave up.

Now she compromised, but his son was not as happy as he imagined.

Cheng Chi's eyes were blank, and there was no movement for a long, long time, until a bird fluttered past outside the window, and he moved his eyes: "... Xueyu won't let me find him."

What is Xue Yu doing now?

You should be very happy.

He is so good, many people around him like him.

If Yan Lilan knew what Cheng Chi was thinking, she would cry and laugh and say her son was stupid.

Why are you so stupid? Everyone is saying that he is bad, but you are thinking about his good.

Yan Lilan asked Cheng Chi before, didn't you complain about the widow? Cheng Chi said no, but Yan Lilan hated it. If he hadn't come back then, Cheng Chi would have stayed on this mountain forever. Marry a good girl and add a fat boy.

What's the use of being hateful?

Yan Lilan knew that she was deceiving herself and others.

Who knows if there is no one Pei Xueyu, there will be a second or a third.

Cheng Chi: "...Mom."

Yan Lilan's teeth trembled slightly, and the saliva swallowed in her throat was sour, but she tried her best to smile back: "Hey, what's the matter, is there something uncomfortable? Your pillow is too high, lower it and rest for a while, Mom will help you Let's make soup."

Cheng Chi looked at the back of the woman leaving in a hurry.

What is he trying to say?Cheng Chi thought about it in a daze, and found that he suddenly couldn't remember.

It took several days to remember.

He wanted to go back to that summer.

It doesn't matter if you are not loved, or you die without a disease.

It's good to see you.