Huo Shao's little goblin has a soft waist and a sweet heart, and is spoiled

In the end, Duan Dian and Yao Tun chose to go to the countryside with beer to gather folk songs.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, on a dry and cracked field, watch the sunset brighten the tip of the wheat, and watch the south wind blow away the floating clouds.

With a sound of 'cha~', Duan Dian buckled his index finger inward, and the beer gas rushed out from the mouth of the can.

"Brother, I don't really understand you." Yao Tu sighed.

His home is actually near here, but he doesn't seem to want to go back and have a look.

Duan Dian put his schoolbag behind his head, and lay down on the small slope of the field ridge.

The hair on the young man's forehead grew long again. Although his eyes are small, they are full of energy. His face is not handsome, but his temperament is better than that of meekness.

"What don't you understand about me?"

"I don't understand why you like not to chase, why you don't tell her, why you do so many things, and don't tell her."

"I said it, is it useful?" After drinking a can of beer, Duan Dian squeezed the can in his palm into a ball and threw it into a plastic bag beside him.

"Duan Dian, stay here tonight."

The two smiled at each other.

"I think, if people are always struggling with whether to do it or not, they will miss a good opportunity in the dark."

Yao Dolphin buried his head in front of his chest.

If...he hadn't said he wanted ice cream, Grandpa wouldn't have gone to town, and the car accident wouldn't have happened.

Under the moonlight, the pomelo tree was as tall as the old house where grandpa lived. Even though no one had watered it for five years, it had grown into such a vibrant appearance.

It happened after Yao Tun returned home with his grandfather's urn in his arms. It turned out that in the sweltering summer, the coldness of the house made one's hairs stand on end.

"The victim, who was knocked ten meters away by an out-of-control van on a pedestrian crossing, this is...his remains."

It has been five years since the second grade of junior high school.

Yao Tu slowly opened his legs.

"Come here quickly, grapefruits are so big."

He shook his head: "The house is old and dilapidated, what's there to see?"

Yao Tun also lay down along the slope, with his hands behind his head, beer has never been his favorite, he likes country rice wine.

"I haven't been back for a long time. There is no rice or firewood at home, so I can only treat you to grapefruit."

When Yao Tu heard the first half of the sentence, he had already started to walk downstairs, until the second half of the sentence came out, he staggered and stood there in a daze.

"Yao Tun, come out for a moment."

But it's a bit embarrassing for a second-year junior high school student to figure out what happened.

"What does it matter if you get rejected? It's better than never having another chance. If you have any regrets, your heart will be heavy for the rest of your life."

Duan Dian didn't remember, but Yao Tu did.

The two finished their beer on the ridge of the field, carrying their schoolbags covered in dust and weeds, and walked a little fast along the country road in memory.

Can't wake up...

"Grandpa, don't sleep, we are going home."

The boy in the photo is tall and tall, looking up at the vibrant grapefruit tree.

Only that night, because something worse than night awaited him.

How long has this road been gone?

It was because last Saturday Yao Tu muttered that there was no ice cream at home. Although he only mentioned it, Grandpa remembered it.

"Cut~ I'm a 24k man, dare not walk around at night? Are you making an international joke? Here, I can go home with my eyes closed."

What he said made Yao Tun have nothing to say.

You don't have to turn on the lights, you don't have to eat, you don't even have to sleep.

He found a good angle, squatted on the ground, and took a photo of Yao Tun's back.

"Of course we have to stay here, or we'll sleep on the ridge." Duan Dian put his schoolbag on the threshold, rolled up his sleeves, and before he could say anything, Yao Tun came out from the utility room carrying a dusty wooden ladder.

Duan Dian opened a can of beer and stuffed it into his hand: "If you dare not walk at night, drink to strengthen your courage."

No matter how long it takes, he will never forget it.

"grandfather!"

Those orange fruits are like lanterns under the moonlight, so beautiful.

While cleaning up the relics, Yao Tun received his grandfather's dilapidated black wallet and a box of ice cream that had melted into water.

"I never want to eat ice cream again."

"Hey~ Yaotun, look, the yellow oranges on the grapefruit tree look like lanterns." Duan Dian jumped over the dazed Yaotun, stepped across a small stream in two or three steps, then stepped on the weeds all over the yard, stood Under the grapefruit tree, he waved to Yao Tun.

"Oh?" There was a suspicious and helpless smile in Duan Dian's voice.

Why do you say things that are useless even if you say them?

The school uniform on the boy was dirty, especially his knees and elbows, he should have fallen down.

The young man looked sideways, maybe because he noticed that his tone was not right, so he just looked at it. Although the light was very dim, it was obvious that Yao Tun's eyes were twinkling.

Nobody cares anymore.

"Since you said so, peel the grapefruit."

It was a bit difficult for the traffic policeman to describe the car accident in the face of a child.

"Have you ever heard a saying, that is, the deceased relatives will accompany the living relatives in another way." Duan Dian took out a camera from nowhere.

It's a pity that in this countryside, he can no longer drink the rice wine made by his grandfather, let alone eat eggs boiled in rice wine.

and so……

So, he ran wildly on the dark road, and it took him more than ten minutes to run from school to the hospital.

It was him who killed grandpa.

In fact, when the head teacher saw Yao Tu, he knew something was wrong.

"Grandpa..." Waiting for Yao Tun to see the body covered with white cloth, panting breath, and chest rising and falling due to sobbing.

Grandpa is just sleeping, his face is pale, and the dark spots on his face seem to be less.

Although five years have passed, in Yao Tu's mind, the day five years ago was sealed with tears.

Things in sight were wet with tears.

Most children are afraid of the dark.

Yao Tun will always remember that in the last class of self-study in the evening of the second year of junior high school, the class teacher rushed into the classroom with his glasses crooked, and looked at Yao Tun solemnly.

Duan Dian drank another can, his capacity for alcohol was not bad, he drank two cans, but his stomach was a little bloated.

The boy's knees were weak and limp, and he lifted a corner of the white cloth with trembling hands.

With his heart beating against his chest, he turned his head with red eyes, looked stubbornly at the teacher in charge, and shouted: "Impossible!"

Sweet, if used to cook eggs, it is a different kind of delicious.

"Porpoise, go home and have a look."

As the sky dimmed, the light from the sky gradually faded into the ground, Yao Tun raised his eyelids, his pupils flickered to see the lonely stars hidden behind Shu Yun.

"Did you forget the grapefruit tree we planted in front of the door? Don't you want to see if it's ripe?"

"Your grandfather was in a car accident, and the rescue in the hospital was ineffective...and he passed away."

"Don't leave me alone, I'm afraid of no one at home."

Yao Tu knew that he would never wake up again.

"There are many people in the hospital, don't you like to be clean?"

So, in that evening self-study, in the corridor outside the classroom, the head teacher told him.

"Brother, do you want to be so clear?"

"This is your home, I'm a guest."

"Chengcheng, I'll peel it, that's right...do you want to see the kitchen knife?"

Half a minute later, Duan Dian came out with a rusty knife: "Brother, it takes a lot of effort to kill chickens with this knife."

Yao Tun sat on the branch of the tree, scratched his head and smiled innocently: "Why don't you sharpen your knife."