sprite house

A few scoops of warm water poured down the head, extinguishing the stickiness of the heat.

After wetting his whole body with water, Ah Yuan picked up the soap and just touched his arm, the soap slipped from between his fingers to the ground, and slipped out of the curtain along the crack of the curtain.

A Yuan frowned, bent down, and was about to stretch his arms to pick up the soap.

Also unintentionally, he raised his eyes, and unexpectedly met a pair of blood-red eyes!

A Yuan sat down on the ground in a daze. The cold concrete floor was like a piece of ice at the moment, and the puddles spread out were dark, and countless faces were hidden under the ice.

Fortunately, A Yuan didn't bow his head, he just sat on the ground and didn't dare to move. It took a long time for his heart to calm down. He hesitated for a moment, and couldn't help but lay down again to take another look.

There is nothing behind the curtain.

A Yuan remembered that there was Chang Anzai sitting outside the house, "Chang Anzai!" His voice trembled tremblingly, but no one answered him.

The surroundings are quiet, like an isolated island.

It was obviously a scorching summer day, but the swishing cold air was still rushing towards the naked body.

He couldn't help looking around, but he saw countless pairs of eyes through the uneven gaps in the waterproof curtains on all sides!

It was watching him, they were all watching him!

The screams were swallowed abruptly, Ah Yuan didn't care to dry his body, he put on a pair of shorts, desperately pulled open the shower curtain, and rushed out frantically, pulling his wet slippers.

Under the dim light, Chang Anzai was leaning against the bed, holding his electronic watch with a broken screen and looking at the numbers flashing on it.

A Yuan's hair was dripping with water, and his water-absorbed shorts fell heavily.He was a little annoyed by his gaffe, and he couldn't help complaining when he saw Chang Anzai who was like no one else around, "Why didn't you answer me just now?"

Chang An looked up at him, "Did you call me just now?"

A Yuan also felt that he was making a fuss out of a molehill, so he turned around and washed off the soap in his hand, wiped his head and body with a dry cloth, and hurried back to the place where the light was on.

A Yuan looked at Chang Anzai in his tight shirt and trousers and felt uncomfortable for him, "I don't have pajamas here, can I find you a shorts and a vest?"

Chang Anzai said, "Okay."

A Yuan picked out a set of white shorts and vest for him from the cloth wardrobe in the corner.

Chang Anzai didn't dislike it either, so he put it on easily.

He is a typical person who looks thin when dressed, and fleshy when undressed.The chest and abdomen are well-proportioned, and it can be seen that he has been exercising on a daily basis.

A Yuan took a look. He pushed the scooter back and forth every day, and his figure was also considered to be thin and powerful, not worse than the other party.Thinking of this, Ah Yuan suddenly felt that he was pitiful, as if apart from this, he was not very comparable to others.

In the dead of night, there is no TV, no computer, and no entertainment.

A Yuan proposed to sleep with the light on, Chang Anzai had no objection, and they both went to bed.

Two adult men squeezed into a small bed, the wooden boards creaked and echoed for a long time, but it was stable and did not collapse.

A Yuan turned sideways and didn't dare to find out the movement, he felt guilty, although Chang An was next to him behind him, he still couldn't feel that there was someone sleeping there.

Fortunately, Chang An spoke first, and he asked him in the dark, "A Yuan, do you remember the past?"

A Yuan hesitated for a long time before whispering, "I don't remember."

Chang Anzai didn't respond to him anymore, he must have fallen asleep.

A Yuan stared at the darkness in front of him, his mind was full of thoughts, but he quickly fell asleep after breathing in and out.

A Yuan had a dream.

In the dream, he stretched out his small arms and strode his calves, and the little rubber shoes with duck heads rattled under his feet. He staggered among the fields in the countryside.

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the grains were scorched in the sun.

Little Ah Yuan didn't dare to run far, just squatted on the spot and played for a while, then ran back, not far away was the old house where his grandparents lived.

The red walls and blue tiles have faded in color and are covered with dead vines and green vines.A thick plum tree was planted in front of the old house, and the plum tree was full of small green and red plums.

It was the existence that little Yuan had coveted for a long time. His family never allowed him to eat more, and little Yuan himself could not climb trees, so he could only stand under the tree like this every day, hoping to see through.

The cicadas are singing and drumming, and the sound is noisy.

As usual, little Yuan stood under the tree and looked up, expecting a ripe plum to fall from it. He even considered that he would go in and find a long bamboo pole to poke it while his family was sleeping.

However, the little heads wandering around quietly got stuck when they saw the extra person in the tree branch.

It was a boy in a white school uniform. He leaned on his thin arms stretched between the thick tree trunks and picked red plums from among the dense leaves.

He looked up at the boy in the tree stupidly.

The boy just lowered his head, seeing his expression, he couldn't help laughing, "Do you want to eat plums?"

The little A Yuan stared at the red plums on the tree, couldn't help swallowing a few times, and nodded vigorously.

The boy said, "Then what do you have in exchange for me?"

The chubby little hands reached into the pockets, and little A Yuan dug and dug, and only took out a piece of melted fruit candy. His white and tender fingers were dipped in orange sugar juice, like an orange-flavored milk biscuit.

The boy shook his head, "I don't want your candy."

Little A Yuan was in trouble, he was not good at words, he could only blink and stare at the other party, his dark pupils were round like black grapes soaked in a clear spring.

The boy said again, "My name is Chang Anzai, what's your name?"

Little A Yuan thought for a while, then whispered, "My name is A Yuan."

"So you are A Yuan," the boy said with a slight smile, "Then if you call me brother, I'll give you plums."

Little A Yuan's eyes were shining brightly, and he shouted in a childish voice, "Brother——"

The boy on the tree responded with a smile, "Good boy." Then he actually picked the plums for him, and he hummed a weird little tune, and little A Yuan vaguely heard half of the sentence, "...the plum tree Bury the dead..."

A green plum as small as a finger plopped down——