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Zhou Cuiping's hometown is in Ningzhou City. The three cars drove for several hours, had dinner at the service station, and drove for a few more hours. They didn't arrive at Zhou Cuiping's hometown at four o'clock in the afternoon.

The town is very calm, the sky is cut into different shapes by the criss-crossing antennas, and a few sparrows are standing on the telephone poles, chirping.

Xia Yao held up a handheld DV to record this scene.

Song Xinci looked at Zhou Cuiping and said, "Auntie, do you still remember the way?"

Zhou Cuiping nodded, and walked through an aisle. The aisle was paved with several stone slabs, surrounded by slippery moss, and there was a line of ditch beside it. Years of sewage left a thick layer of black dirt. Outside the aisle was A field of crops.

Xia Yao knelt down and patted the running water of the ditch, planning to cut it in later. Song Xinci was afraid that Xia Yao would slip when she stepped on the moss, so she helped Xia Yao up, and Xia Yao took advantage of the situation to take a picture of Zhou Cuiping's back.

There was a dirt road in front, Zhou Cuiping turned around and said, "There was no such road at that time."

"Then let's take the path." Xia Yao stepped forward, motioned for the camera to follow, took a picture of the scene, and said to Zhou Cuiping, "How does it feel to walk this path again?"

Zhou Cuiping lowered her head and whispered, "Scared."

Because the dirt road was built, no one walked on the path all year round, and it was covered by weeds. Song Xinci frowned, for fear that some creature would come out.

Xia Yao waited for Song Xinci to catch up with her, holding Song Xinci's hand: "Xinci, be careful with slopes and gutters."

Song Xinci nodded, and when he saw a snake hanging on a branch in front of him, he screamed in fright.

Xia Yao was also a little scared, and held Song Xinci's hand tightly.

Zhou Cuiping turned around and said, "Cauliflower snake, it's not poisonous."

A male colleague stepped forward and threw a stone at the snake, and the snake swam away.

Song Xinci looked at the wild grass around him, his heart was in his throat, and when he walked on the road again, he almost cried.

After walking for more than an hour, Zhou Cuiping stood on the top of the mountain, pointed to a dozen houses below the mountain, and said, "That's my house."

Someone was grazing cattle on the mountain, a middle-aged man came over and said, "Who are you looking for?"

Zhou Cuiping watched it quietly, but still walked up excitedly, and shouted: "Si baby, I am your Aunt Zhou."

The middle-aged man called Siwa put down the ox rope, came over and pulled Zhou Cuiping's hair, walked away again, and shouted down the mountain: "Brother San, your mother is back."

Zhou Cuiping was a little afraid to face it, and hid back.

"Do you want to go?" Xia Yao asked.

Zhou Cuiping didn't speak, it seemed that she still wanted her son to recognize her.

The cow came this way, this was the first time Song Xinci saw a live cow, and said to Xia Yao, "It doesn't know how to bite."

Xia Yao stood in front of Song Xinci: "If you want to bite, bite me first."

After a while, another middle-aged man ran up, wearing slippers, with his trousers rolled up, and gave Zhou Cuiping a hateful look: "You still have the face to come back."

"Speak up if you have something to say." Song Xinci persuaded.

The man called Third Brother stared at Song Xinci: "Who are you?"

Zhang Chao stepped forward and said, "We are from the TV station."

"What are you doing at the TV station?"

Xia Yao stepped forward and explained: "We want to film the story of old man Zhou Cuiping."

"What's so good about her nonsense, 59 is still playing with friends like others."

"It's rare for an old man to find a wife, but it's not uncommon." Cameraman Brother Qian interjected.

The third brother spat on the ground and said: "But whoever stole the money from his son and daughter to his concubine like her, because of this, my son has suspended his studies for a year."

Zhou Cuiping suddenly plopped and knelt on the ground, hugged her son's leg and said, "San'er, I was deceived too."

The third brother poked Zhou Cuiping's forehead and said viciously, "You're pretending to be muddled. If he wasn't a liar, he would pretend to be nice to you, and you don't even look at how old you are."

The middle-aged man whom Zhou Cuiping called the fourth baby helped Zhou Cuiping up, and persuaded him: "Aunt Zhou, your son is still very good to you. He drove you away back then, and later came to look for you. You, don't let him go again." Old and confused."

Zhou Cuiping wiped away her tears and held on to her son.

The third brother still had a bitter expression on his face, but he didn't shake Zhou Cuiping away.

Zhang Chao next to him saw this scene, and said to Song Xinci: "Leader, I think they have almost reconciled. Let's come back tomorrow to interview the details. It's getting dark now, and the road is not easy."

Song Xinci also thinks so.

"You don't interview anymore?" Siwa asked.

"Come back tomorrow." Song Xinci replied.

Seeing that her cow was going far away, Siwa quickly bent down to pick up the rope: "Where do you live? There are no hotels in the village." She looked at Zhou Cuiping's son and said, "Third Brother, why don't we divide the family into two? Let them make do for the night."

The third brother nodded: "Okay, what do you say."

Brother Qian was the first to express his opinion: "I will live here today, I will record the video tonight, and I can go back to Yangchuan tomorrow morning."

Everyone thought it made sense, so they discussed giving money.

The third brother and the fourth child all refused: "Who are we?"

In the evening, everyone ate noodles at Zhou Cuiping's son's house.

After eating, set up the tripod, camera, and adjust the lights, Xia Yao and Zhou Cuiping recorded the program in the back room.

Song Xinci stood under the eaves, except for a dimly lit white woven lamp above his head, it was so dark that he couldn't see anything in the distance, Song Xinci shuddered, feeling that zombies could come out of the darkness.

After more than an hour, Xia Yao came out, rubbed Song Xinci's head, and said, "I've been waiting for a long time."

In the end, the two of them were arranged to sleep at Siwa's house.

Song Xinci tossed and turned in the dark, sighing.

Xia Yao couldn't sleep either, her whole body was itchy, her left hand was inconvenient, her right hand never stopped, she kept scratching and scratching.

"Sister Yao, do you feel itchy?" Song Xinci turned over again and asked.

Xia Yao scratched and replied: "Persevere, I will go back tomorrow morning."

Song Xinci sat up suddenly, feeling uncomfortable all over, unable to take a shower, unable to brush teeth, and still so itchy.

Xia Yao tugged at Song Xinci's hand. When she was a child, she lived at her grandfather's house in the countryside. That's how she got itchy: "Go to sleep, it will be fine when you fall asleep."

Song Xinci scratched his hair and said irritably, "Why is it so itchy?"

"Flea, I'll scratch it for you." As he spoke, he gently scratched Song Xinci's back through the fabric of his clothes.

Song Xinci held Xia Yao's hand and said: "Sister Yao, your left hand is inconvenient. Use your right hand to scratch it for me. It's only itchy. Let me scratch it for you."

Xia Yao was about to praise Song Xinci for being sensible, but Song Xinci lay down and put his hand into Xia Yao's clothes.

Xia Yao: "..."

Song Xinci was lying on his side, scratching himself with one hand and Xia Yao with the other.

Song Xinci's hand moved over Xia Yao's lower abdomen, Xia Yao's face turned red, and her heart only felt more and more itchy.

Scratching and scratching, Song Xinci said: "Sister Yao, do you know what day tomorrow is?"

"Yes, Saturday."

Song Xinci scratched Xia Yao's ribs: "Tomorrow is May NO.20."

Xia Yao turned around and faced Song Xinci: "Is it a special day?"

"Valentine's Day."

Xia Yao slapped her forehead: "Yes, I haven't reacted yet."

Song Xinci turned his right hand to Xia Yao's back: "Sister Yao, we have known each other for so long, but we have never seen you in love."

Xia Yao was distracted by Song Xinci, her thoughts were wandering, and she replied casually: "Fate has not come yet."

"Do you have someone you like?"

"Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Song Xinci got a little closer to Xia Yao, breathing intertwined with each other, looked into Xia Yao's eyes and said, "I was just thinking, whoever is so lucky will be liked by Sister Yao."

Xia Yao stepped back a little, and smiled panickedly: "You still think about such a boring question."

Song Xinci got a little closer: "Sister Yao, you will turn 2 on February 22 this year."

Xia Yao didn't dare to move, her body was stiff: "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Song Xinci put Xia Yao's tickling hand on Xia Yao's bra: "You don't have any...what... need..."

If the lights were turned on, Xia Yao's face would bleed: "No."

Song Xinci's foot touched Xia Yao's and he undid a bra button: "Do you know what I need?"

"I don't know." Xia Yao stepped back a little.

Song Xinci immediately unfastened Xia Yao's bra: "Then you answered so quickly."

"Do you know what you're doing?"

Song Xinci stroked Xia Yao's smooth back, touched a place where a friend shouldn't touch with his thumb, sighed, and said, "Sister Yao, I don't know why I just like to stay with you Together, do you think I like you?"

Xia Yao didn't speak.

Song Xinci went on to say: "At that time, it was for you that I lived in school, and it was for you to invest in Four Seasons News, and it was for you to rent a house here. Do you know that your grades were so good in high school, I thought, if you If you are escorted away, or admitted to a university in another place, I will follow you. I have told my dad about this. I think you will be the first person I see when I open my eyes every day. Close my eyes every day. The last person I saw was you, and whoever bullies you, I will beat him up, I want to buy you a car, a house, a bag, and I will be happy when I see you happy..." Song Xinci didn't say anything, because Xia Yao hugged her.

Xia Yao hugged Song Xinci tightly, and said slowly sentence by sentence: "Xinci, do you know what Jingluo is?"

"When a whale dies in the ocean, its body will slowly sink to the bottom of the sea. This slow process is called whale fall."

"It can support a circulatory system dominated by decomposers for a hundred years, and I am willing to be your whale."

"My life, my everything, is willing to be your nourishment, your ecosystem, and an existence just to protect you. You can get everything I can from me, as long as you say it, I don't mind Sleep, don't mind disintegrating, don't even mind dying, as long as you're happy."

As Xia Yao spoke, she sobbed softly.

Song Xinci patted Xia Yao on the back and whispered: "Sister Yao, I'm sorry, I should have found out earlier." After thinking for a while, he said: "Sister Yao, let me tell you a joke, a toothpick is on the road Go, walk and see a hedgehog, so I greeted him, hey, bus, haha, so funny..."

Xia Yao laughed through tears, although she had heard this cold joke when she was still in primary school.

Seeing Xia Yao's smile, Song Xinci felt relieved and said, "It's a bit old, so let me tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a herdsman who raised dozens of sheep..."

Xia Yao: Someone is going to tell a primary school idiom story again.

Xia Yao let go of Song Xinci, blinked her eyes, felt a little embarrassed, and swallowed: "Can I kiss you?"

Song Xinci turned over and pressed on Xia Yao, and said with a smirk, "Just kiss me."

Xia Yao blinked her eyes: "You don't itch anymore."

Hearing these words, Song Xinci felt like a deflated ball, itched all over again, and fell back.

Xia Yao smiled: "I'll scratch it for you."

"No, I'll scratch it for you." Song Xinci said.

"Let me scratch it for you."

"No, I'm going to scratch it for you."

The author has something to say:

The whole night, I found my inspiration again, and excitedly coded a chapter, sorry, there will be no such plot mistakes in the future

Go to bed early in the future, staying up late for a long time is not good

The author who stayed up all night went to bed

Finally, thank you for your support, and apologize again