The little man on the apex

Yan Heyi pulled Yuan Xi to hide from the rain, but Yuan Xi was concerned about "Brother Mountain God", seeing the shed collapsed, he raised his legs and rushed forward.

After seeing "Brother Mountain God" taking off his mask and messing up his clothes, Yuan Xi stopped and stood blankly in the rain.

Yan Heyi caught up, covered his head with her hands, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong, Yuan Xi?"

Yuan Xi looked aggrieved, and pointed to the messy table: "Brother Mountain God...it's a fake."

He turned around in a daze, his hair was soaked, strands hanging on his shoulders, and said in a muffled voice, "Brother, let's go."

Yan Heyi took his hand and took him to a nearby shop to hide from the rain. The rain came and went quickly, and stopped after a while.

There were drops of water on both of their faces, but Yan Heyi felt that Yuan Xi must be crying, his eyes were red, and he didn't speak, which was scary.

He leaned over and said softly, "Let's go home."

Yuan Xi nodded, then walked around behind him, tiptoeing onto his back.

Yan Heyi squatted down slightly, rubbed Yuan Xi up, carried him home, told him stories while walking, and carried a small piece of bought pork in her hand.

What kind of fairy, seven gourd dolls, even if he changed the plot and stuffed "Brother Mountain God" into it and fought with Nezha for [-] rounds, Yuanxi still acted as if he hadn't heard it, and it took a long time to perfunctorily say it from his throat "Hmm" sounded.

He just hangs his hands down like that, his eyelids are drooping, Yan Heyi feels that if Yuan Xi is a little milk dog, his tail will definitely be dragged to the ground at this moment.

It's really hard to coax.

In the past, Yan Heyi had been arguing with Yuanxi that the so-called mountain god legends were all fake, but now she tried her best to prove to him that his brother mountain god really existed.

At the end of the story, Yuan Xi sighed deeply, and his tone was a little blunt: "Brother, stop talking, I know it's fake, and I'm not a child anymore, there's no need."

Yan Heyi had just thought of a wonderful story, and when Yuan Xi said it, she seemed to have been poured cold water on her head, and she couldn't tell it anymore.

People are like a bright mirror in their hearts, but they are not happy, what can they do.

As soon as he got home, Yuan Xi didn't go to see the little chicken, and just lay down on the bed in a daze after entering the door.

Yan Heyi went to the side of the chicken coop to feed some soaked millet, and made a big fuss towards Yuanxi, "The eldest child is fighting with the second child again!"

There was no movement in the back room for a long time, Yan Heyi shook her head lightly, and went to the kitchen to cook.

This bit of meat was originally intended to be fried for lunch tomorrow, but he simply didn't keep it and made some dumplings for Yuan Xi that he had been talking about for a long time.

Yuan Xi has been yelling that he likes dumplings more than wontons, and he also likes big pancakes and steamed buns.

Yan Heyi is not good at making these kinds of pasta. She steamed steamed buns once before, but the noodles were not cooked well, and each one was like a small stick, so she didn't dare to try it lightly again.

Kneading dough is a technical job, Yan Heyi was sweating profusely, and finally tossed out a decent dough.

On the edge of the vegetable garden, I grew a bunch of fennel, which happened to be stuffed.

Yan Heyi saw a dough kneader when she was a child, and thought that dumplings should be able to be kneaded. She wanted to knead some chickens, dolls, etc. to make Yuanxi happy, but she tried several times, and they were all limp. give up.

After the dumplings were cooked, Yan Heyi carefully picked out the ones that were not rotten, which was just enough for a bowl, poured another plate of chili oil, and called Yuanxi over to eat.

Although they all look weird, they still taste very good. Yan Heyi tasted one and sighed: "It was such a waste of money before!"

Yuan Xi praised a few words as usual, and ate his own bowl without dipping in the chili oil. After eating, he took the initiative to wash the dishes and chopsticks for the first time.

On the second day, Yan Heyi took half a basket of fennel seedlings and went to Aunt Gu's house. She stayed for a long time before returning. The basket in her hand was stuffed to the brim and covered with a cotton cloth.

At night, Yuan Xi lay on the bed and closed his eyes, noticing that Yan Heyi got up sneakily again, went to the outer room to light the lamp, and did not know what he was doing.

I don't know why, just such a trivial matter in the daytime, Yuan Xi felt extremely depressed, and a nameless anger was faintly suppressed, which seemed to be directed at Yan Heyi.

He didn't want Yan Heyi to treat him like a child, didn't want to be with him as a student, he wanted Yan Heyi to treat him as a man like him, and wanted to do other things with him besides eating and telling stories .

When I was a child, my husband was strict with me, and I was confined to the family school every day, so Yuanxi's rebellious mentality was very heavy, and I always tried to do tricks under the nose of my husband, including secretly watching and begging from the boys in the backyard during class. If you come to the book.

The folk texts are very explicit, and the intimacy on the bed is always written in great detail over and over again.

Xiao Yuanxi was ignorant at the time, but he had a good memory, and he remembered all the pictures and texts above. When he grew up, he would naturally understand everything.

Yan Heyi swayed in front of him every night in transparent obscene clothes, Yuan Xi turned around and couldn't help but think in his heart.

In the past few days, he always had a thought: Is my brother a monk?

At this moment, Yuan Xi's mind was very confused, and he didn't want to see Yan Heyi as if he was angry, so he closed his eyes with the doubts in his heart.

Aunt Gu's rooster has been crowing very loudly recently, just after dawn, Yuan Xi frowned and opened his eyes, only to be startled by the "Brother Mountain God" in front of him.

This mountain god was much taller than the one in the town, and he was still wearing a long gown, so he could tell it was Yan Heyi at a glance.

The crown in his hair is made of branches wrapped in yellow silk, and he wears the mask he bought that day on his face. He has a mustache, raised eyebrows, and his eyes are still squinting.

Yuan Xi laughed, and raised his hand to touch the mask on Yan Heyi's face, "Is my brother pretending to be a mountain god?"

Yan Heyi moved the mustache on her face, "Isn't it like that?"

Yuan Xi opened his eyes and said nonsense: "It's very resembling, even better than that mountain god brother in town."

Yan Heyi stretched out her hand from behind and handed something into Yuan Xi's arms. Yuan Xi took a closer look and found that it was a mountain god doll sewn with cloth.

It turned out that my brother was doing this at night.

Yuan Xi's heart was warm, his nose was sore, and he pinched the mountain god doll's head: "Brother, why can you do everything?"

Yan Heyi took advantage of the situation and sat down beside the bed, and said softly: "That person in the town didn't dress up well, it doesn't mean that the mountain god doesn't exist, and I also think the legend of the mountain god is true."

Yuan Xi looked up at him, and he continued: "My mother said that the mountain god will bless those who believe in him. As long as we believe, the mountain god must exist."

Yuan Xi knew that this person was still coaxing him, but he was so moved that he hugged the mountain god doll, and said with a smile, "Thank you brother mountain god."

He lifted up the doll like a ghost, and pecked Yan Heyi's cheek lightly.

Yan Heyi's face turned red, and she escaped from the house on the pretext of making breakfast.

Yuan Xi pursed his mouth, looked out resentfully, and kissed the mountain god doll again.

After dinner, he went to the private school, and met Feng Wanlong on the way, and Lu Yun who was holding his arm.

He didn't want to talk to them at first, but Lu Yun spoke first, "Brother Yuanxi" and "Mr. Yan" shouted very enthusiastically.

Yuan Xi rolled his eyes, and said sarcastically, "I just got divorced and I can't wait. I wonder when the two of you will get married?"

Yan Heyi quietly tugged Yuanxi's sleeve.

Feng Wanlong was also on the point, and snorted coldly: "It's nothing compared to the two of you, living together for so long without knowing it, Mr. Yan is really, completely disregarding my little brother's reputation."

He took a step forward and looked at the two of them: "Could it be that you have already done everything? No wonder Mr. Yan is not in a hurry to get married. Isn't this much happier than getting married?"

Hearing this, Yuan Xi's blood surged, and he raised his hand to push Feng Wanlong. Lu Yun hurriedly protected him, and confronted Yuan Xi.

Yan Heyi was very upset, she gave Feng Wanlong a hard look, and pulled Yuan Xi away.

He repeatedly chewed what Feng Wanlong said, and secretly blamed himself in his heart:

The three books and six rituals did not go away, and even the family did not fall in love with themselves, so they lived together, eating at one table and sleeping in one room, what did it look like.

If he matches Yuanxi in the future, it will definitely be affected. I don't even know if anyone else will match him.

Yuan Xi was still angry, leaned over to hold Yan Heyi's arm, and opened his mouth to say something.

Yan Heyi dodged to the side for a while, and pulled her arm back.