sunset mountains

Chapter 6

Xiao Yanwei had a small appetite in the past two years, and after eating a bun, he couldn't eat anymore. He chatted with Wei Chi for a while, and then said he was going back to sleep.

Seeing him leave, Wei Chi went into the room to eat with Lao Yao. Lao Yao was sitting at the table when he came in and greeted him, "I'm not full."

"No." Wei Chi washed his hands again, his hands were still wet, he shook them twice and sat down at the table.

Yao Dabao didn't know where to go crazy after eating, Wei Chi and Lao Yao were the only two left in the room.

Wei Chi looked at Lao Yao, hesitant to speak.

Lao Yao ate quickly, took another bun, and lifted his chin, "Want to ask that young man?"

"Yeah." Wei Chi nodded.

Lao Yao put down the bun and sighed.

That day, Lao Yao brought two baskets of vegetables to the town to sell. When the stall was about to close, Xiao Yanwei got off the bus with a small suitcase.

Xiao Yanwei's hair was disheveled, he probably fell asleep in the car, his eyelids were still drooping, he looked around slowly, and then didn't move much.

There happened to be a big fair in the town that day, and the stalls would close at noon, and people coming and going squeezed past Xiao Yanwei.

Xiao Yanwei stood there with no vigor and energy, was hit by this one, pushed by that one, and was nailed there without waking up.

The place where he was standing happened to be at an intersection, and there was a seller of haggis soup. Seeing that he had not moved, he thought he was eating, so he greeted him twice.

Xiao Yan didn't say a word, he raised his eyes and looked into the distance. He had a very special demeanor, as if he was downcast, but it was not accurate.

"No popularity." Lao Yao used such a word.

The unpopular Xiao Yanwei couldn't stand there, so Lao Yao put down his pole and walked over, "Young man?"

Xiao Yan did not respond.

Lao Yao was not tall, so he looked up when Xiao Yanwei looked up, and Xiao Yanwei raised his head again, Lao Yao could only see the corners of his mouth that were pressed down very flat.

Lao Yao rubbed his hands on his body and touched Xiao Xiaoyan's arm, "Young man?"

Xiao Yan didn't give any reaction, and looked at him with unfocused eyes, blinking as if he came back to his senses.

"Where is this going?" Lao Yao said, telling him to stand a little further in the road, "You are in the way here, and it will be bad if a car passes by and hits you."

Xiao Yanwei walked a few steps inside, raised his finger and pointed to the distant mountain, and asked Lao Yao, "Where is this?"

Lao Yao followed his finger and looked over, it was the hilltop of his own village.

After telling him the name of the place, Xiao Yanwei asked again, "Can I go?"

"You..." Lao Yao frowned, and wanted to ask him if he was looking for relatives or someone, but there must be no one in the village who had such relatives, and it didn't look like he was here to support education and help the poor. Did not go on.

Xiao Yan reacted quickly before he recovered, "I'm going to sketch here."

He said and raised the camera in his hand.

Lao Yao didn't look like Caifeng, he didn't want to care about it at first, but he was really worried, so he asked, "Is there someone you know here?"

Xiao Yanwei paused, then shook his head, "No."

"Then you just came here," Lao Yao felt helpless, "When you get there, you don't even have room to eat and drink, what should you do?"

Xiao Yanwei didn't expect this level at all, he licked his lips and looked at Lao Yao anxiously.

Lao Yao hesitated for a moment, sighed, walked over to pick up the pole, and raised his chin at him, "My son's apartment is available, you can stay first."

Xiao Yanwei followed with a suitcase, and felt too thin after saying thank you, "I will pay the rent."

Old Yao Yuan didn't plan to ask him for money either. His house was idle and his house was idle. Although his son and daughter-in-law suffered hardships outside, they made a lot of money, and there was no trouble if they had more people, but he still said, "OK."

There was no shuttle bus from the town to the village. Lao Yao took Xiao Yanwei for 8 kilometers, and Xiao Yanwei did not say he was tired.

He led Xiao Yanwei to the empty room, "Are you going with me or waiting for me here?"

Xiao Yanwei looked down at his muddy white shoes, "I'll wait a while."

Lao Yao nodded, and went home with a shoulder pole. After more than half an hour, he came back to see Xiao Yanwei was standing next to the big soil kang in the bedroom and looking out through the window. He didn't even know when Lao Yao came. Yao Yi's voice startled him.

Lao Yao brought a kang broom to sweep the kang for him, and helped him spread the quilt. "Stay here for now."

Xiao Yan didn't nod his head, but he smiled a little, "Thank you Uncle."

"Just call Lao Yao," Lao Yao said, "I'll take you to do some shopping and get to know the way."

Lao Yao came back at noon and didn't eat at night, and it was almost four o'clock when he brought Xiao Yanwei home, so he asked Xiao Yanwei to eat together.

Xiao Yan didn't shake his head, "I'm not hungry."

Lao Yao couldn't move him, so he asked him where he went to sketch.

Xiao Yanwei himself had no plans, so he yawned and waved his hands, "I'll go back to sleep first."

He didn't come out again after he got back, sketching like a joke, he didn't even ask Yao Dabao to take him to the mountains.

"I took him there." Wei Chi interjected.

"Huh? Gone?" Lao Yao was taken aback for a moment, "Doesn't he not want to go into the mountains?"

Wei Chi frowned when he thought of the scene where Xiao Yanwei was on the top of the mountain and walked towards the edge of the cliff regardless.

Lao Yao didn't ask any more questions, and sighed heavily, "You guys are about the same age, and you came from the same place, so it's okay to get together and talk, this kid looks a little..."

There is something Lao Yao didn't say, but Wei Chi felt that he and Lao Yao thought the same.

Xiao Yanwei looked a little...not wanting to live.

Wei Chi responded and said he knew.

Xiao Yan didn't say he came back to sleep, but in fact he didn't feel sleepy. He stared at the big wooden cabinet in a daze for a while, then got up and searched on the other side of the bed, and took out the mobile phone that hadn't been used for a long time.

The mobile phone had already been shut down due to lack of power, so he dug out the charger from the box to charge it, and waited for the mobile phone to turn on.

This time should be the time when Wei Chi said that he was lucky. As soon as the phone was turned on, random text messages jumped in, and there were always dozens of them.

He hasn't been in touch with anyone for a long time, and the only one who can persistently send him text messages is an advertisement except for the operator.

Xiao Yan didn't even read those spam text messages, and swipe left to delete them.

By the time he cleaned it up, there were not many entries in his address book.

Xiao Yan did not count, there are 7 messages in total, all sent by the same person.

He was young, Xin Zhe.

Xin Zhe sent a text message with its own voice effect. As soon as those few lines came into view, it was as if Xin Zhe had stood in front of him and pointed at him and scolded him.

The first two text messages are the same national curse with different tone, each text message is a hundred characters smaller, but the main idea is, Xiao Yanwei, how long are you going to fucking die.

From the 4th to the 6th, there is no swearing, and the long talk tells him how beautiful life is, so that he can open his dog's eyes to see it.

Of course, the word "gouyan" is already very polite and polite against the backdrop of the swear words in the previous article.

You know, when Xin Zhe scolds someone, the first few words must be automatically blocked, because there is no important content, and they are all modal particles such as "fuck you".

When it came to Article 7, Xin Zhe's emotions also tended to calm down. There was only one sentence, not a single line, "Yanyan, don't let it get you thinking about it."

Xiao Yanwei stared at this line of words for a long time, and said to himself that I can't think about it, but I think about it quite openly.

But as soon as he finished slandering, he thought of his behavior of walking towards the edge of the cliff in a daze in the morning, and suddenly felt that these words were not convincing.

He paused with his fingers, wanting to give Xin Zhe something back, but after thinking about it for a long time, he didn't know what to answer, so he turned off his phone and threw it aside to catch up on sleep.

Maybe it was just like what Lao Yao said, the environment here is good, Xiao Yan fell asleep after lying down for a while.

However, the quality of his sleep has never been very good. He rarely has insomnia, and often dreams when he falls asleep.

I dreamed of random things, anyway, there was a lot of mess, and I hardly had any good dreams in the past two years. When I woke up from the dream, I was always covered in cold sweat, and sometimes I couldn’t wake up at all.

But this time, Xiao Yanwei was awakened by the door knocking.

The door of Lao Yao's house is made of wood, and the hinges are a bit old, and there will be a loud "squeak" sound when it is pushed open. Xiao Yanwei doesn't like it very much, but at this time he finds it very pleasant.

As soon as the "squeak" sounded, the non-stop sirens of police cars and ambulances in the dream receded like a tide, leaving only some fragmented images in my still-awake mind.

In less than a minute, he heard someone coming in, and the footsteps came to a stop above his head.

"Asleep?" the visitor asked softly.

It's Wei Chi.

Xiao Yanwei was not awake yet, he didn't want to speak or move, he pretended not to hear.

A low-pitched laugh sounded above his head, and Wei Chi seemed to bend down to get closer to him.

He got closer and closer, so close that Xiao Yan didn't feel his breath sweeping over his face, so he couldn't bear it anymore and opened his eyes.

As soon as his eyes opened, Wei Chi straightened up and backed away.

Xiao Yanwei hugged the quilt and sat up, "Why are you here?"

He just woke up, looking in a trance, his voice was a little hoarse, and his eyes were not so clear.

Xiao Yan did not speak in a soft voice, and Wei Chi also lowered his voice. He looked out through the window, "I brought a sickle to help you weed."

After returning from Lao Yao's house at noon, Wei Chi was going to read a book for a while, but he couldn't help but think of Xiao Yanwei's eyes looking into the distance, feeling uneasy, so he had to come to Xiao Yanwei.

Xiao Yan didn't answer immediately, he sat cross-legged on the bed, staring at where he didn't know, his hair straightened.

Wei Chi felt that he hadn't realized that he was talking to someone, so he reached out his hand to Xiao Yanwei's eyes and waved, "Are you dreaming?"

Xiao Yanwei flinched back abruptly, his eyes widened, and he blinked a few times before he seemed to finally come to his senses.

Wei Chi smiled, "Is it really a dream?"

Xiao Yan didn't nod his head and didn't say much.

He looked out of the window, there should be wind at the moment, and the green and yellow grass is shaking. If he didn't live here, he would also think that this is some abandoned small courtyard that no one wants.

"Come down," Wei Chi stretched out his hand toward him, "I've brought two sickles."

Wei Chi's fingers are very long, and there are a few thin calluses on the palm of his hand, but they are not rough. On the contrary, they look very strong, and Xiao Yan didn't catch them.

He reached out and patted Wei Chi's hand, walked around him and got out of bed, "Sooner or later, you will be exhausted."

"What's the matter?" Wei Chi looked down at him.

Xiao Yan walked out without putting on his shoes, and said casually, "Are you Lao Yao's closed disciple? You are more worried than him."

Xiao Yanwei just got up from the bed, his hair was a little messy, and his clothes were wrinkled, he looked very lazy, but he felt much softer than in the morning.

Wei Chi followed him, "Didn't you say that I am a good person?"

There are only two main rooms in this house, one bedroom and one outer room for cooking and washing. Xiao Yan didn't answer, he shook his head and went to the outer room to wash his face.

Wei Chi followed behind him, watching him slowly splash several handfuls of water on his face, "Isn't it cold?"

Xiao Yanwei picked up a towel from the basin shelf and rubbed his face, "It's cool."

He should have bought a new towel, and the quality was not good. After rubbing it on his face, some fine hairs stuck to his eyebrows.

Wei Chi glanced twice, and raised his hand to help him take it off. Xiao Yanwei quickly leaned back, and staggered two steps because he couldn't stand still. Kong pointed, "It's lost hair."

Xiao Yanwei was also stunned for a moment, feeling that his reaction just now seemed a little too much, he coughed lightly, raised his hand and rubbed his nose, "Where is it?"

Wei Chi raised his hand to help him pick out the fine hairs very quickly.

The two looked at each other, Xiao Yanwei couldn't help laughing again.

Leaning against the wall, he said unhurriedly, "A good person is not like you."

Wei Chi also laughed, "What is a good person like?"

Xiao Yan didn't raise his hand and tapped Wei Chi's wrist, "Which good guy do you see messing around with others?"

Wei Chi smiled back, looked down at Xiao Yan's hand that was not hanging by his side, and a part of his heart began to heat up uncontrollably again.

"Isn't that because you are extraordinarily good-looking." Wei Chi said.