sunset mountains

Chapter 22

Facts have proved that Wei Chi is much more accurate than Xiao Yanwei in judging the weather and road conditions.

About a week after the heavy snowfall, the snow has basically melted away. At the same time, the roads in the village have become extremely difficult.

Most of the roads in the village are dirt roads. After the snow melts, there is almost no place to step on.

That day Wei Chi left before sending Xiao Yan to the entrance of the village, Xiao Yan didn't go back to his residence to get the key of Wei Chi's house, and went to Wei Chi's house without staying for a second.

He has been living in Wei China for the past few days. I don't know if it is because of the heavy snow, the signal that has always been elusive is gone.

After the twelfth lunar month, it became colder in the village. Xiao Yanwei was nestled in the small sofa in Wei Chi's room, reading some miscellaneous books in front of the warm little sun.

In fact, he didn't bring a few books with him, and he had read them as early as when he first arrived here, but Wei Chi had a lot of books at home.

Xiao Yanwei picked up a book at random every time, and he was not obsessed with finishing it when he saw it. When he was absent-minded, he might have to change a few books an hour.

That day, when he was lying on the sofa reading a boring philosophical novel, there was some noise outside the door.

In fact, in the village, noise is the norm.

The road conditions are not good these days, Xiao Yanwei has not heard such a big movement for a long time.

He wasn't actually curious, but this time the voice was very close, as if it was at the gate of Wei Chi's house, Xiao Yanwei thought for a while, put down his book and walked out.

The movement was not at the door of Wei Chi's house, but at the door of Lao Yao's house.

A tricycle was parked under the tree facing the door of Lao Yao's house.

Xiao Yan didn't take a closer look. The tires of the tricycle were covered with mud, and the body was not clean. There were several large woven bags on the side of the tricycle. A couple who looked like a husband and wife were standing beside the car and talking to people with a smile. Yao Dabao snuggled close to the lady.

Xiao Yanwei confirmed with just a glance that this is Lao Yao's son and daughter-in-law.

As soon as Xiao Yan came out, the crowd was quiet for a moment, and then became lively again. Several people who were talking around Yao Sheng and his wife greeted Xiao Yanwei, and after Xiao Yanwei returned one by one, he looked at Yao Sheng.

Yao Sheng looks a lot like Lao Yao, not too tall, with dark skin, giving people a simple and honest feeling.

"Mr. Xiao." Yao Sheng smiled at Xiao Yanwei, showing his neat white teeth.

Xiao Yan nodded, "Yao Sheng?"

Yao Sheng raised his hand and scratched his head, as if he wanted to say something more, but he didn't know whether it was because of embarrassment or some reason, he just smiled blindly, making people feel that this person is easy to get close to for no reason.

"You can just call me Shengzi," Yao Sheng still smiled with his teeth blind, and gently tugged at his lover who was standing beside him, "My wife Huang Qiurong."

Although Yao Sheng and his wife have been working in other places for these years, they can still see the simplicity of the residents of Sunset Mountain at a glance by their temperament.

Huang Qiurong put his arms around Yao Dabao's shoulders, and said hello to Xiao Yanwei slightly awkwardly, "Mr. Xiao."

Xiao Yanwei didn't bother Yao Sheng and his wife to say "teacher", he looked into the old Yao's courtyard and saw the door was closed, "Where's Uncle Yao?"

"My dad will probably come back soon after hearing the letter," Yao Sheng smiled, "He didn't know we came back suddenly."

Xiao Yan didn't nod his head, he was not used to chatting with so many people together, he was trying to find an excuse to leave first, when he remembered that Yao Sheng and his wife lived in the house now.

He paused, apologetic, "Lao Yao said that you would not come back until the end of the year, so I was not in a hurry to move."

Yao Sheng waved his hands hurriedly, a little flustered, "No hurry, no hurry, Mr. Xiao lives, and we will leave after the Chinese New Year."

When Xiao Yanwei first came here, he never thought that he would live here for so long, and now he was a little embarrassed. He looked around with his eyes wandering, and decided to kill first and then play.

"It's fine for me to live with Teacher Wei." Xiao Yan didn't say.

Yao Sheng and his wife looked at each other, not knowing what to say, Huang Qiurong hugged Yao Dabao, apologetic, and asked cautiously, "Ms. Wei, can you sleep well?"

Originally Xiao Yan didn't live in his house, but now that he's back, it's normal for him to move out, but the apologetic expressions of Yao Sheng and his wife always made him feel that the people here are too honest.

So Xiao Yanwei couldn't help thinking of Wei Chi who was not very honest.

"It's a good place to live," Xiao Yanwei smiled, "Teacher Wei's place is not small."

Several people were talking, when Lao Yao rushed back after hearing the news, he couldn't hide the joy on his face, he heard him shouting from a long distance, "Why are you two back?"

"The Chinese New Year is early this year." The ground was slippery, Yao Sheng took two quick steps to help Lao Yao, "I will plan to go home and stay for a few more days."

"When are we leaving?" Old Yao asked.

"Let's talk about it after the new year," Yao Sheng smiled, "I just came back and you want me to go?"

Lao Yao pretended to be angry and gave him a hard slap on the shoulder, making the neighbors around him burst into laughter.

"What's for dinner?" Lao Yao rubbed his dry hands together, "I'll arrange it."

"Eat meat!" Before Yao Sheng and his wife could speak, Yao Dabao jumped three feet high and made a fuss for his grandfather to stew chicken.

Several people were talking to each other, Xiao Yanwei stood quietly watching, didn't say anything, and went back to the room after a few minutes.

He slept in the house all afternoon, and was woken up by Yao Dabao who knocked on the door.

Yao Dabao came to pass on the words of his parents and grandpa, and asked him to go over for dinner, but Xiao Yan couldn't resist his persistent efforts, so he had no choice but to follow.

This meal was the most uncomfortable meal Xiao Yan had eaten since he arrived here.

After eating, I didn't sit down much, so I came back after making excuses.

After I went back, I picked up the half-read philosophical novel and stared at it for a long time without reading a word.

It may be that Xiao Yanwei is really pitiful, or it may be that the signal is really good at this moment, and the mobile phone that has not been used for a long time suddenly vibrates next to the pillow.

Xiao Yan was stunned for a moment, and before he recovered his thoughts, he had already pressed the connection button.

"Xiao Yanwei," Wei Chi's voice sounded, with a smile, "what are you doing?"

Xiao Yanwei froze for a moment, took the phone away and glanced at the phone number, and when he was sure that it was Wei Chi who was calling, he felt a very sour emotion.

He buried his head on the pillow and rubbed it, "It's lying down."

Wei Chi paused, then asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Yanwei didn't feel that something was wrong with him, so he avoided the question, curled his lips and asked, "Are you finished?"

"Just after class," Wei Chi said, "I called you many times, but I never got through."

"My signal is not good." Xiao Yanwei said.

"I know." It must have been windy outside, and Wei Chi's voice was mixed with the sound of wind, and occasionally the sound of greeting from far away.

Xiao Yanwei sat up and looked out the window, feeling that it was getting dark quickly, and the temperature in the room also dropped, so he went to the little sun and turned on the switch.

It may be that the switch sound of this little sun is very unique, and Wei Chi immediately recognized it, "Where is it on my side?"

"Well," Xiao Yanwei reached out and touched the heater that hadn't risen yet, "I might stay for a while longer."

"Old Yao's son and daughter-in-law are back." Xiao Yan did not say.

"Live there," Wei Chi said, "I have everything there."

Since the two separated on New Year's Day last time, Xiao Yanwei hadn't met Wei Chi yet, and it was the first time he had a phone call. Usually, Wei Chi would come back on Friday, but this time because of the heavy snow, Wei Chi couldn't come back. .

"Come back next week?" Xiao Yan asked without thinking about it.

Xiao Yanwei's voice was very calm, but Wei Chi could still hear that he was a little lonely.

Wei Chi didn't answer right away, after about half a minute, he seemed to smile, "Xiao Yanwei, where do you live when I go back?"

Xiao Yanwei was stunned for a moment, feeling that his heart that had been sluggish all afternoon suddenly fell to the ground leisurely because of this ridicule, and he also smiled, "What do you think?"

Still smiling, Wei Chi replied, "I don't know."

"Well," Xiao Yanwei replied, "You will know where I live when you come back."

It was really windy outside, and the whistling sound came from the phone receiver and the cracks in the window. Xiao Yanwei thought wildly, how could the signal be so good in such weather.

Wei Chi should have returned to the dormitory, Xiao Yan did not hear the sound of the wooden door of the small bungalow being pushed open.

"Come back next week," Wei Chi's voice died down, "Winter vacation is going to be in a week, and there are so many things to do at school."

Before Xiao Yan could reply, he added, "I can't leave."

It seemed that he hadn't explained to Xiao Yan, and it also seemed that he was talking to himself.

Xiao Yanwei's secret and strong sense of loss slowly rose again, he kept his fingertips against the heater's grille, and now he suddenly felt that the temperature was a little high.

He withdrew his hands and shrunk them into his sleeves, "Yeah."

Wei Chi also quieted down, both ends of the phone were quiet, Xiao Yan didn't hear Wei Chi's breathing, and asked again, "When is the winter vacation?"

"Next Saturday," Wei Chi said, "This year's Chinese New Year is early, and the school's arrangements are also early."

"Apple like the one you bought last time," Xiao Yanwei said, "bring me some."

"Understood." Wei Chi paused, then asked Xiao Yanwei, "What are you doing?"

"It's baking the little sun." Xiao Yan didn't say.

In fact, Xiao Yanwei is a master at hiding emotions. When he is not very happy, even if someone stands in front of him, it is difficult to detect it. But I don't know whether he is not wary of Wei Chi or Wei Chi is familiar with him. A vague displeasure could be heard in the sentence.

This is a kind of strange emotion that Wei Chi defined as happening to Xiao Yanwei, but Wei Chi likes Xiao Yanwei like this.

"Xiao Yanwei," Wei Chi called his name, coaxing him in a low voice, "Don't be unhappy."

Xiao Yanwei didn't know whether he was distracted or didn't react, anyway he didn't speak for a long time.

Wei Chi had no choice but to say again, "I want to go back too, but the road is not easy to walk, and the students are all staying, so I have to watch here."

Xiao Yan didn't stare at the little sun in front of him, but felt that his eyes were too hot, so he closed them, "I'm not unhappy."

"I'm definitely not happy," Wei Chi said, "I can hear it."

"What can you tell?" Xiao Yanwei retorted, trying to save face, making people feel ashamed if he was unhappy when he said it, "I have nothing to be unhappy about."

"You really want me to say it?" Wei Chi said in a coaxing tone with a raised voice at the end.

Xiao Yanwei curled his lips, "Say it."

Wei Chi laughed again, he seemed to be very close to the microphone, Xiao Yanwei heard his hoarse voice, "Xiao Yanwei, you miss me."