sprite house

Ruan Yuan's memory of Chang Anzai started from that bitter plum.

Little plums fell from the tall trees, bringing a blush to little Ah Yuan's round, smooth head.

Little A Yuan clutched his forehead and didn't feel much pain.He bent down and picked up the little plum, wiped the dust with his sleeve, put it back in his pocket very cherished, raised his head and said happily to the boy on the tree, "Thank you brother!"

The boy smiled and slid down from the other side of the tree.

Little A Yuan chased after him, the duck-toed rubber shoes rattling non-stop.

The boy turned around and chased him away, "What are you following me for? Go back quickly."

Little A Yuan stared at him with round black eyes, but didn't speak.

The boy thought he had heard it, so he walked a few steps forward, and the rattling sound caught up with him again.

The boy was a little annoyed, he turned his head and shook his fist, "Follow me to hit you again."

Little A Yuan sniffed and said in a soft voice, "Brother!"

The boy frowned slightly, as if he had nothing to do with this little guy who couldn't beat him.With a fierce face, he quickened his pace and walked faster and faster.Little A Yuan didn't make a sound, just ran behind with short legs, accidentally fell down, and made no sound, got up by himself, patted the mud on his knees, and ran behind with short legs.

On the long ridges of the fields, cicadas chirp, frogs call birds and sing.Swallows fly low, their wings startle the dry wind, and the weeds in the countryside lie low.

Tired from walking, the boy rolled up his trousers and took off his shoes. He jumped barefoot down the ditch and stepped into the knee-high mud.

Little Yuan didn't know what he was going to do, so he walked around beside him with his duck shoes on, trying to follow suit and step into the quagmire.

The boy was annoyed by his noise and reprimanded in a low voice, "Don't make noise."

Little A Yuan shrank his neck, and obediently squatted down on the bank.

The boy bowed his waist and looked close to the side bank of the field ditch. When he saw a small hole hidden among the weeds, he stretched his arms and stretched himself into it to dig.He frowned slightly, as if he was digging for some great treasure.

Little Yuan, who was watching, couldn't help holding his breath, and after a while, he saw the boy's brows loosen, and he pulled his arm back, twisting a small dark red mud ball between his muddy fingers.

The little thing is arched and covered with a hard shell, its tentacles are trembling, it is kicking a few pairs of legs, and its two big pincers are waving from time to time.

"What is this?" Little A Yuan leaned over to recognize it for a long time, and finally recognized from the mud ball that it was a crayfish on the dining table.He couldn't help opening his mouth wide, thinking that this brother who can casually pull out crayfish from the mud hole is really amazing.

The boy ignored him, and climbed up the ridge of the field to the clean ditch to wash his legs and hands. The crayfish that was dizzy was left. He turned around and stretched his arms, and hung it up in one fell swoop. Little A Yuan's clothes pocket.

Little A Yuan was taken aback, looked down at the crayfish hanging by his pocket and was a little happy again, "Give it to me?"

The boy didn't speak, just stretched out his semi-wet hands and gently rubbed his little head.

His palm is very warm.

After catching the crayfish, the boy wanted to drive little Ah Yuan home again.He has a solemn face, although he is young, he is also somewhat scary.

Little A Yuan lowered his head as if obedient, and then the boy left Shi Shiran.

Little Yuan stayed in place for a long time, fiddled with the crayfish hanging in his pocket, pinched its back like a boy, and twisted it between his immature fingers. His peripheral vision kept chasing his brother's back until At the end of the long slope, he was about to lose sight, so he stepped forward and chased after him.

Their hometown is built on a high hill.Three or two villages are nestled together, and the tile-roofed houses of uneven heights are either gathered together or scattered on the hills, and the long green forest is always surrounded like a rolling belt.

The boy has been walking forward, and he doesn't know where he is going.None of the villagers along the road seemed to like him. Some children threw stones at him, but the adults didn't stop them, they just yelled at him and drove them away.

The boy ignored it and just walked on.

Little Ayuan was afraid that the boy would find him, so he stayed so far behind him. Sometimes when the boy turned his head and looked back, he would cleverly find the tree behind the tree and hide with his back. Run out and continue to follow.

Xiao Ah was very happy. He felt that this was like playing hide-and-seek between two people.

The game continued until a grain-drying field in the village, where the boy met four or five wandering hooligans.

The hooligans were squatting on the ground and smoking their cigarette butts. When they saw the boy, they stood up. Four or five of them surrounded him and stopped the boy with their hands to prevent him from leaving.

A Yuan was a little afraid of those people. He was too far away to hear clearly, and only vaguely caught words from the wind, such as "rapist", "lunatic", "bastard"... "ominous".

At first, the boy let them push and swear, but then some words hurt him, so the fight started like this.At first, the boy was able to gain the upper hand because he was short and clever, but gradually he got more wounds, and it was the turn of these little hooligans who were used to fighting in groups to beat him up.

Little A Yuan turned around in a hurry, and saw someone nearby with the gate open, so he ran over with his short legs to ask for help.It just so happened that the men of that family were sitting in the yard weaving bamboo baskets, and when they heard what the little radish said, they immediately copied the guy out to fight.

As soon as they saw these people, a few hooligans were scared, bowed their heads and scattered like birds and beasts, and none of them left.When the boy lying on the ground was exposed, the faces of those men were a little bad.

An older man said, "Why him?"

The other one, who was a little younger, didn't hide it, and spit and cursed directly, "Unlucky."

The rest wanted to find the kid who reported the letter, but they looked around, and there was no one there?A few people had no choice but to go back.

The rest of the boy sat alone on the ground, and it took a while before he staggered to his feet.

Maybe he was kicked to the crook of his leg just now, he stood a little shaky, wiped the wound on his face casually, walked a few steps and said to the bushes in front, "What are you hiding there for?"

The bushes trembled, and a small radish crawled out of it.

Little A Yuan shrunk his neck, looking a little scared.

The boy stared at him blankly, his beautiful eyes were as cold as ice, "Who did you call?"

Little A Yuan was a little frightened, blinked his eyes, and nodded after a while.

The corner of the boy's mouth was pulled slightly, as if he wanted to show a smile, but he frowned first because of the dredging of his cheeks.So he had no choice but to stretch out his hand, rubbed A Yuan's little head, and said softly, "Good boy."

Little A Yuan rolled his eyes with joy.

The boy pinched his face again.The child's face is tender, squeezed at the fingertips like a lump of milk.The boy couldn't bear the feeling of the touch, so he pinched little A Yuan with a blushing face, and then asked him in a low voice, "Why have you been following me?"

Little A Yuan opened his mouth and called softly, "Brother."

The expression on the boy's face softened, "You want to follow me, don't you?"

Little A Yuan hurriedly nodded vigorously.

The boy asked him, "Aren't you afraid that your grandparents will be angry?"

Little A Yuan tilted his head and thought for a while, then whispered, "Don't be afraid. I want to be with my brother."

The boy finally laughed. Although the blood and bruises on his face made the smile look a bit hideous, it didn't hinder the warmth in his eyes at all.He said, "Then you come with me."

Little A Yuan stretched out his chubby little hand and secretly grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Gradually slanting to the west, the thick clouds were roasted by the setting sun to form layers of golden brilliance, rolling all over the distant sky like a fire.Under the gorgeous sunset glow, the mountains, rivers, plants and trees gradually dimmed and were dyed with layers of ink.

Little A Yuan held the boy all the way, and when he reached the end of the village, he suddenly let go.

There is a family at the end of the village, and they have set up a small stall. The light bulbs hanging on the cloth shed have not yet been turned on, but the aroma of wontons has already flowed out.

Little A Yuan heard his stomach gurgling non-stop, he couldn't restrain his gaze, staring at the curling smoke and couldn't stop swallowing.

The boy who was walking in front also turned his head at this time, looked at little Yuan's reaction and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Little A Yuan hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't help but nodded.

The boy took out a handful of odds and ends from his pocket, counted and managed to scrape together a piece and handed it to him, "No, go and buy a bowl."

Little A Yuan happily grabbed the money, ran to the stall and bought a bowl of hot wontons on tiptoe, and then carefully walked back to the boy holding the small bowl.

Looking at him like that, the boy couldn't help teasing him, "Obviously I was injured, why are you eating again?"

Little A Yuan pushed the bowl over, "Brother, eat."

"I'm teasing you," the boy said with a smile, "you can eat."

Little A Yuan scooped up a wonton, puffed out his mouth and let it get colder, then handed it to the boy's mouth. He insisted, "Brother, eat!"

The boy looked at him, and after a while, he opened his mouth and ate the wonton.

After that, no matter how little Yuan fed him, he refused to eat, and waited until Xiao Yuan's stomach became round and he couldn't eat anymore.He just took the bowl and took a few mouthfuls to clean up the remaining wontons and soup.

A bowl of wonton seemed to tighten the friendship between the two of them again.

The boy stretched out his hand to hold the warm little palm.Little Yuan was stubborn and didn't even ask the boy where he was going. Being led like this, he just wanted to follow his brother in his heart.

So the two walked all the way to the end of the village, and turned into the dense forest on the other side.