sunset mountains

Chapter 23

It was impossible for Wei Chi to hear Xiao Yanwei admit that he missed him, but he easily forgave Xiao Yanwei's stubbornness.

Because of the heavy snow, it is difficult to walk, and some day students need to live in the school temporarily. Several students in Wei Chi's class are also there, and the head teacher needs to stay in school to take care of them.

On the way back to the dormitory, Wei Chi dialed Xiao Yanwei's number as usual, but unexpectedly, the signal was not bad.

Xiao Yanwei's lazy, cold, unhappy voice hit his eardrums, making him realize that he really missed him.

Wei Chi didn't care about face as much as Xiao Yanwei did. Seeing that Xiao Yanwei refused to admit it, he didn't care about anything, he just said, "I miss you too."

Wei Chi originally thought that Xiao Yanwei's response would still be silence, but Xiao Yanwei asked after two seconds of silence, "What do you think?"

Wei Chi was stunned for a moment, and said honestly, "I can't say it well either."

He turned on the dim lamp on the writing desk, took off his coat and sat on the bed, stared blankly with his mobile phone for a while, Xiao Yanwei didn't urge him.

In just a few minutes, Wei Chi thought carefully about how he missed Xiao Yanwei.

He gets up at 06:30 every day, sometimes the alarm clock wakes him up, sometimes he wakes up by himself, but no matter how he opens his eyes in the morning, the first thing he does every day is to see Xiao Yanwei.

He would wonder if Xiao Yanwei slept well last night, and would not be able to get up in the morning.

When I was in class, I would think that Xiao Yanwei sat in the last row of the classroom and listened to his two classes.

When eating, he would think that Xiao Yanwei is so picky, whether Lao Yao's cooking suits his taste.

When I was in the office, I thought of Xiao Yanwei sitting here reading a book and saw that he was half asleep, and the side face was pressed with the not so obvious mark of Wei Chi's coat.

When I was sleeping at night, I thought of Xiao Yanwei walking beside him, and said to him, "Wei Chi, I will stay here."

When he thought of Xiao Yanwei, he thought of the hem of his clothes slightly fluttered by the wind, he thought of his forever lowered gaze, and he also thought of his thin chin buried in the fur collar.

But when Xiao Yanwei asked how he missed him, Wei Chi didn't know how to describe this trivial but never-ending miss.

Xiao Yanwei was simply not such a persistent person, he didn't bother with Wei Chi's answer, and said, "Actually..."

"It's not that I don't miss you at all," Xiao Yanwei said awkwardly, "but only a little bit."

Wei Chi felt that he laughed a little too much today, but after hearing what Xiao Yanwei said, he still couldn't hold back his laughter.

Xiao Yanwei's voice was strained, "Wei Chi, what are you laughing at?"

Wei Chi cleared his throat and sighed, "Xiao Yanwei, has anyone told you that you are cute?"

If he could see Xiao Yanwei's expression, Wei Chi guessed that Xiao Yanwei's face must have turned dark all of a sudden, and he told him to get out of anger.

Xiao Yan didn't let him go, he said, "Wei Chi, are you sick?"

Wei Chi's laughter stopped slowly, he fell back on the bed, raised his arms to cover his eyes, and whispered Xiao Yanwei's name.

"En." Xiao Yanwei also responded to him softly.

"Say it again." Wei Chi said.

"What?" Xiao Yan didn't ask.

"Say you miss me." Wei Chi said.

Xiao Yanwei's tone was very calm, and he whispered, "Wei Chi, I miss you very much."

"En." Wei Chi responded, and both of them became very quiet.

After a while, Wei Chi called Xiao Yanwei, "Why were you unhappy just now?"

Xiao Yanwei didn't answer right away, his breathing became a little heavy, and he said softly to Wei Chi, "I think I'm a little..."

"A little sad." Xiao Yan did not say.

Xiao Yanwei is the kind of person who really cares about face, he hardly expresses his sadness, which makes Wei Chi feel that Xiao Yanwei actually needs him very much.

"Old Yao's house is so lively." Xiao Yan didn't say.

When Xiao Yanwei passed by at night, Lao Yao's joy was on his face, and the light from the stove made the creases on his face full of joy.

Old Yao's daughter-in-law was wearing a faded apron, hunched over and washing dishes in hot water next to the stove, while Yao Sheng was chopping meat at the other end of the room.

Seeing that Xiao Yan hadn't come in, the whole room greeted him lively.

Xiao Yanwei felt a little cramped, he squatted halfway beside Lao Yao, picked up a piece of wood and threw it into the stove, the fire dimmed for a while and then burned up quickly.

Xiao Yanwei looked at Lao Yao, "Uncle Yao, Sheng Zi really looks like you."

Lao Yao laughed so hard that his eyes narrowed, "That's what they all say."

"Mr. Xiao," Yao Sheng saw Xiao Yanwei squatting there awkwardly, and beckoned him to sit in the room, "That's all stove dust, don't stain your clothes."

Xiao Yanwei was still wearing Wei Chi's clothes, a light gray thick-lined sweater, it wasn't obvious that it was dirty, but after hearing what Yao Sheng said, he still stood up and walked to Yao Sheng's side.

The pork ribs that Yao Sheng bought from the town when he came back were being chopped right now, and some of the uncleaned tendons were still stained with blood, which looked very fresh.

"Mr. Xiao," Yao Sheng paused the movements of his hands, and chatted with Xiao Yanwei, "I heard from my father that you came from the capital to sketch."

Xiao Yanwei was stunned for a moment, exchanged eyes with Lao Yao, and said, "Well, let's sketch."

"The scenery here is not bad." Yao Sheng was not as shy as when we first met in the afternoon. He raised his arm and pointed in a certain direction outside, "Has Teacher Xiao gone to Sunset Mountain?"

"I've been there." Although Xiao Yanwei doesn't like to socialize with people, he still has questions and answers when chatting with people, "Wei Chi... Teacher Wei took me there."

"Teacher Wei has a good heart." Like everyone else in the village, Yao Sheng showed a very familiar and respectful smile when he mentioned Wei Chi.

"Dabao likes Teacher Wei the most." Yao Sheng said.

Speaking of Dabao, Xiao Yanwei asked, "Is it time for Dabao to go to school?"

"Well," Yao Sheng nodded, "I will take Qiu Rong with him when we leave next year, and the school over there will say hello."

Lao Yao has been listening to them talking, occasionally looking at them and smiling, and when he talked about Dabao going to school, he stopped looking at them.

Xiao Yan didn't feel a little uncomfortable in his heart, but he only half-jokingly said, "Then Uncle Yao can only play with me from now on."

Lao Yao looked at him and smiled, Xiao Yanwei raised his eyebrows.

Yao Sheng called Yao Dabao over, rubbed his head twice, and sighed, "We don't come back a few times a year, thanks to this kid who stays with my dad at home."

Yao Dabao didn't understand what they said, so he smirked and ran away. Yao Sheng continued, "My mother and I have nothing to do, and we haven't studied for a few years."

"I deliver food to people over there, and my mother cooks for people on the construction site, and earns all the hard money." Yao Sheng seemed a little embarrassed when he mentioned this to Xiao Yanwei. He had a dark complexion. His face was slightly red, "This year, I finished work early, and I can't earn the delivery fee for the Chinese New Year.

Xiao Yanwei has never suffered since he was a child, and the high delivery fee during the Chinese New Year does not have any special meaning to him, but hearing Yao Sheng say this, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He suddenly remembered what Wei Chi said to him, "The children in the village don't know how bright the classroom outside is."

After Yao Sheng was done with emotion, he started to work again. Old Yao was also moving very quickly. Yao Sheng's pork ribs had just been cooked, and his buns were all steamed.

The heat that Xiao Yan was not familiar with rose up again, but at this moment, he was like an outsider who had stumbled into someone's house in the mountains and forests by mistake, and he seemed out of place everywhere.

After eating a dinner full of mixed feelings, he ran away like an escape.

Lao Yao sent him to the door, "Go to Wei China?"

"Yeah." Xiao Yanwei stood in the doorway, his sweater didn't block the wind very much, he felt a little cold on his shoulders and neck.

"I know you don't want to get together with us," Lao Yao patted him on the shoulder, seemingly hesitant to speak, but in the end he just said, "Go."

Xiao Yanwei thought for a while, bent down and hugged Lao Yao, "Uncle Yao, I'll play with you when Dabao is gone."

Lao Yao smiled and let out a hey.

The electromagnetic signal could only transmit Xiao Yanwei's voice, but Wei Chi seemed to see Xiao Yanwei standing in the middle of the crowd with his eyes downcast, so lonely and helpless.

"Xiao Yanwei." Wei Chi called his name through the phone.

Xiao Yan didn't answer, and smiled in a low voice, his voice was hoarse as if he was sighing, "When I was in college, I went home every three days, and my mother annoyed me to death, saying that I hate cats and dogs."

"It's more annoying than Uncle Yao seeing Yao Sheng," he said.

Wei Chi didn't know how to comfort Xiao Yanwei like this. There are many people and families in this world.

When others mentioned home, they might be able to return to the place they missed with a ticket in a few hours, but Xiao Yan couldn't do it.

Xiao Yanwei has no home anymore.

That Xiao Yanwei back then was no longer so hated by cats and dogs, there was always a place for him in this world, and when he opened the door, someone would always ask him, "Are you back?"

Now he wanders in the wilderness, among the wind, among the crowd.

He was attracted by a certain cloud in Sunset Mountain, but in this forgotten corner, none of the lights belonged to him.

The liveliness and laughter outside once again brought his painful and cruel past to him.

And he is Xiao Yanwei who Wei Chi likes.

His past, like heavy shoes, stepped on Wei Chi's heart, and the soreness traveled along the blood vessels throughout his body, making Wei Chi throbbing with it.

The winter in Sunset Mountain was too long, but Xiao Yanwei didn't have a piece of thick clothes of his own.

He wasn't lost, he just didn't have a home.

Wei Chi didn't want Xiao Yanwei to be so sad, so he called Xiao Yanwei's name.

"Xiao Yanwei."

"Ok?"

"Don't be sad," Wei Chi said, "I will give you a home."