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When the sun was about to set, Chen Song came home with a basket on his back. The little black dog jumped on the haystack behind him a few times, spread its short legs and ran towards the gate of the courtyard.

then,

He kept jumping over the wicker chairs under the eaves, rushing into the courtyard with barks.

Chen Fugui who was completely ignored: "..."

"Little heartless." He cursed angrily, and looked at his approaching son, "Did you catch a fish?"

Chen Song put down the basket on his back and poured out a few crucian carp from it.

There are black skins and yellow skins.

It's not that big, and the braised sauce is all waste of soy sauce.

At most, it can only make a soup.

Chen Fugui said: "I only caught so many fish grandsons in one afternoon, didn't I spill wine and rice?"

"Next time." Chen Suk squatted down on the spot, grabbed a small crucian carp with his big hand, pinched the fish's gills with two fingers, and pulled out the gills.

Then use the nail of your thumb to push from the tail to the head of the fish to remove all the scales on the back of the fish.

Change one to continue.

Chen Fugui crouched in the wicker chair and glanced at the crucian carp on the ground.

The bloody cheeks are gone, and they are still jumping.

Chen Fugui went to look at the mountains and forests again, and there was a red light without fireworks in his cloudy eyes.

It's dusk.

Chen Suone scraped off the scales of the last crucian carp. He was about to throw all the fish back into the basket and take them to the kitchen when he heard his father say, "Let's pool at the door."

"Then wait." Chen Su put the basket on the ground, and wiped his fishy hands on his pants, "I'll go and see him."

Chen Fugui was not surprised by his son's mentality of being both a father and a mother, and he still complained: "He is sleeping in the house, what can happen."

Chen Song didn't reply, he had long legs and big strides, and quickly disappeared at the door of the main room.

Not long after, Chen Song came out from the main room, and he went to the kitchen to get a basket with scissors and a handful of leeks in it.

"Finished?" Chen Fugui said, "Is your darling missing a hair, or a nail?"

"He was lying motionless on the bed, breathing." Chen Song's voice was very dry, "I'm afraid that if he falls asleep, he won't be able to wake up."

"You...cough...you're afraid..." Chen Fugui caught phlegm, coughing very hard.

Chen Suone immediately went to the house and brought him the jar.

Chen Fugui took the jar and drank a few sips of water slowly. He calmed down a lot. He handed the jar to his son and said, "Who are you, are you afraid it will be useful?"

"It's useless." Chen Fugui asked and answered himself, and what he said was cruel and realistic, "It's going to rain, she wants to marry, I can't stop it, what shouldn't come will never come, what should come will come sooner or later."

Chen Suone said nothing to Chi Yu.

Chen Fugui looked over and saw that his son's shoulders were wide enough to carry a family, and he could also handle life's big and small things, and withstand all kinds of accidents.

If he didn't know Liang Baiyu, even if he didn't find a good friend to marry and have children, his life would be good, it wouldn't be like it is now.

His life was in the hands of sick ghosts.

"Give me the baby." Chen Fugui said.

Chen Song took the child by the wall to his feet: "Dad, are the cloth shoes on your feet too small?"

Chen Fugui stepped on his right cloth shoe with his left foot, it was too small, squeezing his big toe.

"It's okay." He changed into Tuohai, which was much more comfortable.

Chen Song put aside the cloth shoes his father took off. He didn't say that he would find a time to make shoes with soles, which was something he couldn't do.

No, it's because I don't have the energy.He can only go down the mountain to other people's houses to buy.

Some have done a lot and are waiting to go to the county to sell.

Chen Fugui asked his son to give him some leeks, and he wiped the mud from the heads of the leeks, chattering nonchalantly: "Is the ditch in the west cleaned?"

"No." The scissors in Chen Suone's hand quickly cut open the belly of the fish and took out the internal organs.

Chen Fugui said: "You can see for yourself, I can't do it either."

Chen Song said "hmm".

"I don't feel so good this year. Halfway through the first half of the year, I have to harvest the wheat in two months." Chen Fugui sighed.

Chen Song didn't say anything.

Both father and son knew that the Nabo wheat planted in October last year had not been watered or fertilized much in the twelfth lunar month, and the growth was unprecedentedly poor.

Unlike previous years when they planted two acres of land, each of them took a sickle and cut from one end of the wheat field to the other. They didn't go back to cook at noon, but just ate some cakes they brought in the morning and filled their stomachs with cold rice.

Or pile some firewood and toast wheat.

In Chen Fugui's mind, there was a picture of his young son being carried to the wheat stack by him and sliding down with a smile.He stopped twisting leeks and looked at the soil rice bed in front of him.

In the previous season, he should have dug up the rice bed and rolled it on the roller again.

Now he is paralyzed in the rattan chair, and it is very difficult for him to walk.

Chen Song wiped off the blood on the scissors: "The clinic has been closed, and a new doctor will come next month."

Chen Fugui tore off the yellow leaves from the leeks: "Let's go here, we're used to it, the people from the county come here, they don't need anything, the benevolence of the doctors is like that of a Bodhisattva."

For some reason, he thought of Liang Baiyu's mother again.

In any case, it was a doctor who led the whole village through the second gender confusion period and saved every family.

A drop of cool liquid splashed onto Chen Fugui's face, and he rubbed it with the back of his hand unresponsively.

Another drop, two more, flew towards him.

It's raining.

Chen Song tidied up and stood up, turned his back and said, "Dad, come up, I'll carry you back to the house."

"I'll sit down again." Chen Fugui shook his head.

Chen Song frowned: "It will rain."

"You're taking care of that paper-wrapped boy Liang, so you're out of your mind." Chen Fugui slapped his son's back, "It's nothing to get wet. I used to plant seedlings in the heavy rain for a day."

Chen Song said: "Your body is incomparable to what it was before."

Chen Fugui was dumb for a few seconds, and said in a foolish way: "It's fine, it's fine, no one can die anyway."

Chen Song couldn't persuade him, so he had no choice but to go to the house to get a raincoat, hat and blanket, and wrapped his father tightly from head to toe, making sure that he wouldn't catch a cold before he felt relieved.

The drizzle flies obliquely to the eaves, mixed with the greetings of spring.

Chen Fugui rubbed his rough, black and chapped hands, listening to the rain and breaking bricks and tiles half awake and half confused.

Ever since he was injured and fell down while working, he couldn't control his tantrums, he didn't like anything, he was annoyed when his son spoke, and he often smashed things beside the bed.

After his son got in touch with Liang Baiyu, he still couldn't forget it, which added fuel to the fire for him.

In the first stage, he was constantly anxiously reprimanding, accusing, yelling, and getting angry.The second stage is to change the way of education and guidance, to give up the ridicule of not giving up, worrying about headaches.

Just now was the first time he chatted with his son calmly, the chatter between father and son...

The spring rain is beating non-stop in the mountains.

Chen Suone cooked the rice, and the fish soup was stuffy in the pot. He went to look at Liang Baiyu in the house, and met a pair of hazy eyes as soon as he entered the door.

"It's raining." Liang Baiyu spoke first, her voice soft and sweet, like the flesh of overripe vegetables in a summer vegetable field.

The little black dog was nestled next to his pillow, half of his head was covered with a red pillow towel.

Chen Song said: "Xiao Hei, get out."

Little Black's ears twitched, and his head retracted into the pillowcase.

Chen Song lowered his voice: "Go out."

Xiao Hei's eyes suddenly became aggrieved, it was exaggerated, as if he had been beaten, and he gave Liang Baiyu a few miserable "owwows".

Liang Baiyu rubbed its chin: "Be good, don't make your brother angry."

Xiao Hei jumped off the bed, shook his hair, and trotted out of the room with his tail drooping.

Chen Suone glanced at Liang Baiyu and asked him if he would drink water.

"I don't want to drink." Liang Baiyu said casually, then changed his mind, "Let's drink some."

Chen Song poured water and watched the young man drink it up. He stood silently for a while, then suddenly remembered something and strode out. When he came back, he had a few needles in his hand.

Liang Baiyu stopped moving his long-haired hand, and stared at it with bright eyes: "Now there are needles?"

Chen Song walked to the bedside: "Do you want to eat?"

Liang Baiyu leaned against the quilt on the bed, his blue shirt collar was wide open, his flushed skin exposed to the dim light, charming and seductive, but he smiled cleanly: "Yes!"

Chen Suone tore apart Maozhen's green skin, and handed the exposed thin white core to Liang Baiyu's mouth.

Liang Baiyu chewed: "It's a bit sweet."

"It will taste even better in a few days." Chen Song peeled another one for him.

Liang Baiyu complained abruptly: "Why isn't Azalea still open? I can't wait any longer."

Chen Song couldn't remember how many times the young man had mentioned it. Just as he was about to spit out the word "soon" that he always answered, a moist, hot and fragrant body fell into his arms.

The hair on the ear was brushed by a light panting, and he murmured affectionately, "If it rains a little more, it will definitely open."

Chen Suone turned his head to look at the rain outside the window. He never hoped that Azalea would open up soon.

At night after ten days of childhood, Liang Baiyu woke up in a daze, and in his vision was a very angular silhouette.

He reached out to touch the red eyes of the other party: "Why do you still have to cry? Didn't I make you laugh already? Could it be that what I was dreaming was a dream within a dream?"

Hands are held.

It felt cold to the touch, with an uncontrollable tremor.

Liang Baiyu's dull and loose mind froze suddenly, his hands were tightly held, the man's wet forehead pressed against the back of his hands, and he said with a choked voice, "My dad is dying soon."

Sweat oozes from Liang Baiyu's temples and flows behind his ears, he blinked because of the itching: "What?"

"Look at him." Chen Song had some vomit on his body, and a trembling voice came out of his throat, "Look at him."

Liang Baiyu was stunned for several moments: "He wants to see me?"

Chen Song was like a child who was hit hard but forgot the pain and didn't know how to cry. He kept repeating those words over and over again.

His father is leaving, so tell him to call Liang Baiyu to his room before leaving.

He begged Liang Baiyu to go.

Not long after, Liang Baiyu stood at the door of the next room and did not go in for a long time.

The gaze behind him was both silent and turbulent, wrapped in the sadness of the death of his relatives, Liang Baiyu pulled the curtain aside, he took a step into the room, and the air rushing towards him became even more muddy.

When a person is about to die, the surrounding magnetic field will be different.

If it is tangible, you can definitely see the gate of hell opened wide, where countless ghosts with green faces and fangs are standing there, welcoming newcomers.

Liang Baiyu walked into the room step by step, and stopped three or five steps away from the bed, not too close.

As if afraid that the ghost door would suddenly become a living thing and move to him.

He doesn't want to go in yet.

Spring has come.

Maybe he can also wait for the day when the azalea is in full bloom.

"Uncle." Liang Baiyu's lips moved slightly.

Chen Fugui couldn't see clearly, and his consciousness was not clear. He didn't want to commit suicide by drinking pesticide, but he wanted to sit in the yard by himself tonight, but he fell and couldn't survive.

This fall made him feel like he had finally come.

Because some time ago, he thought to himself, if he left, his son would not be dragged down by him, would he be able to live a little easier.

Together with that one thought, his whole body is getting worse day by day, and he is able to face death more calmly day by day.

It was like being hooked around the neck by a little ghost, unconsciously waiting to be dragged away.

Chen Fugui can understand this feeling. When a person is sick, his mood and state are very important. When he faced the serious illness instead of resisting but started to retreat, his two feet were already standing at the intersection of Huangquan.

It's like what cultural people say-the idea of ​​survival, the paranoia of hope.

Once you don't have those two things, you're mentally broken.

There were food scraps beside Chen Fugui's bed and on the floor, his breathing sounded like a leaky bellows, and his words were extremely vague.

I'm afraid even he himself doesn't know what he is talking about, it seems to be an obsession left in his subconscious.

Liang Baiyu finally walked over. He swallowed the fishy sweetness that came up, and bent down: "Uncle, what do you want to tell me?"

Chen Fugui grabbed the hem of his shirt indiscriminately, his pupils dilated, and his life came to an end.

But his mouth is still moving.

It seemed that if he didn't speak out for Liang Baiyu to hear, he would die with regret.

Liang Baiyu put his ear to the middle-aged man's mouth, and he vaguely recognized some broken syllables and put them together. When he regained consciousness...

The middle-aged man had already let go and left.

Before leaving, he said: You killed my son, I went underground, I don’t want to see you there, it’s an eyesore.