blame at every turn

Yang Ya looked at the stinky socks of the Liang brothers, he couldn't move his hands left and right.

Shao Mingyu didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, and fanned the flames from the side: "Hey, we've been sleeping together for a few years anyway, and you're the little boy, what's wrong with helping your roommate wash socks? Do you know that the dormitory next door is willing to wear women's clothing for brothers? They are for welfare, just a few pairs of socks. In fact, they don’t smell that bad. Liang Er Liang San’s short socks have been hung for several days, and the smell has already dried up. Otherwise, can we still eat in this dormitory? ?”

"If you don't help, just say a few words," Yang Ya was a little annoyed by what he said, "The dormitory is my home, and the hygiene depends on everyone. Can we have a little life in our eyes? If nothing else, look at your three-acre Divide the land, don’t think that you’ll be fine if you throw away all the garbage. Your sheets are all wrinkled into the Amazon rainforest. Aren’t you afraid of rats, ants, snakes and insects? There are also pillows that haven’t been washed for a few years? Your saliva drools when you sleep at night The centenary year ring is here, do you want to cultivate the ten thousand year spirit ring in the dormitory?"

Shao Mingyu was not moved by him at all, and even raised his legs: "Take care of yourself before talking about others-you are almost done, don't think I didn't see those treasures you hoarded. Don’t put it away quickly, I’m not afraid of being laughed at by your girlfriend.”

Listening to what he said, Yang Ya leaned over and looked at the small wooden frame where he placed the bed.

The shelf was glued to the wall by him with super glue. It may not be very strong, but although there are many things on the shelf, they are all small objects of no weight: a bulging stationery bag, a sandbag, and an ugly The cloth tiger has turned yellow and looks dirty, but it is actually just old, not really dirty.

Yang Ya touched the cloth tiger's ear, and a somewhat vague melody sounded in his ear, which calmed him down.

But Shao Mingyu saw that he didn't respond, and continued to output, breaking the calm: "This apron on your body is also the same. It hasn't been washed for several years, and the cement on it is almost coated. If you keep it for a few more years, maybe it will be fine." A new type of gemstone has been ground, why don’t you take it off and hide it quickly so that people won’t see it, wear this to clean up, and you’re not afraid that your precious stone will be burned with the ashes on the ground, and it can only be thrown out as garbage?”

Yang Ya ignored him, but carefully stuffed the things on the shelf under the pillow, and then, as if the reaction was delayed, he responded to his last sentence: "He loves me so much, how could he be willing to laugh at me. "

But Shao Mingyu's words also reminded Yang Ya.

He should make his own bed first, after all, some things are his stolen memories.Yang Ya couldn't be sure if Yue Qin still remembered it, so to be on the safe side, it's better to put it away and not let Yue Qin see it.

Generally speaking, when it comes to dormitories with bunk beds, people will think of cramped and crowded.

But Yang Ya's dormitory is not the same. The configuration of bunk beds leaves enough space for them to open the balcony door, and they can even play badminton in the dormitory.

The balcony faces south and the door faces north. The table in the middle is where they eat. The bathroom is on the east side of the door, close to the balcony. There is a large cabinet on each side, which is the wardrobe and locker for the four of them. The cabinet and There is a set of e-sports tables and chairs on one side of the bed, from the computer to the mouse and keyboard are also equipped with e-sports equipment, and the lights are turned off at night, and the lights are radiant. People who don’t know may think that they have entered some e-sports player’s room by mistake.

Because the dormitory is too big, they are generally too lazy to put things in the cabinets.Of the suitcases of the four, only Yang Ya's stayed in the closet obediently.

But Yang Ya would occasionally hide something on the bed because he was too lazy to walk those few steps.

His bed looked tidy, but there were a lot of clutter in it.

He was reluctant to put some away, so he took a box and put it on the table temporarily.

He had to sweep the bed with a bed brush, and he didn't know who was eating on his bed, leaving a lot of food residue, even broken rice grains and small stones.

Yang Ya casually threw the more conspicuous trash behind him: "Shao, remember to remind me and Liang Hairuo that he has dental calculus, so he can go to the dentist when he has time."

After only being quiet for a while, Shao Mingyu began to study "The Art of Eating Soft Rice" while eating pancakes.

He felt his scalp was hit by something.

"Let's talk, don't engage in air strikes." Shao Mingyu lowered his head and patted his hair. Seeing dandruff falling in pieces like snow, he couldn't help feeling a little bit: "Oh, I just washed it with anti-dandruff shampoo yesterday. My head started to fall out again today, it really is old, I can't keep my hair and scalp anymore, if I don't hurry up and find a financial backer, I won't have the capital to eat soft food."

His eyes swept across the table casually, and soon he was attracted by the box where Yang Ya temporarily stored his things.

Seeing that Yang Ya was tidying up seriously, he raised his voice and asked him, "Hey, my brother, do you mind if I take a look at your baby?"

"What baby do you want to see?" Yang Ya asked without looking back, "I have a big baby here, do you want to see it?"

"Forget it big baby, I'm afraid of seeing the eye of a needle."

Yang Ya didn't refuse, Shao Mingyu assumed that he agreed, and went forward to look through the things in the box: "Sandbags, cloth tigers, balls of wool... yes, Yang Ya, you really don't look like you, you can still do handicrafts, tsk, Although it’s a little ugly. But these are outdated now. Do you consider learning to make Barbie skirts? My little girl has become obsessed with this recently. A child who is only eight years old buys a small skirt for a doll. The money is almost catching up with the money my paper man wife spends."

The little girl Shao Mingyu mentioned was his own sister.

Most of those who were about his age were only children, so Shao Mingyu was very rare for this younger sister who was nearly two rounds behind him, and would pull it out to show off whenever he had the opportunity.

Yang Ya sneered at this: "My sister is a sloppy housekeeper, you can find a girlfriend here, your girlfriend must be a broad-minded person with great love in her heart."

"I know my girlfriend is excellent, so you don't have to step on it. We are all old men, so what's wrong with being a bit of a wretch in private? In professional terms, we call it frank and straightforward."

Shao Mingyu put the mess back in place, and noticed a photo album at the bottom of the box.

The outer pages of the photo album are made of plastic, printed with a pattern of white roses on a blue background, which was popular 30 or [-] years ago, but now it looks vulgar and elegant.

The entire photo album is bulging, obviously it has been used many times, but Shao Mingyu flipped through it roughly, and there was only one photo in the 30-page photo album.

In the photo, two gray-faced little boys are standing in front of a bush. There is a river not far behind them. The mud on the river bank looks a bit hideous, as if it has been destroyed by someone. Look at the big and small of the two children's pants. It is self-evident who has rolled on the bank of the mud.

They don't look like Yang Ya, it's not because Shao Mingyu's eyes are lame, the combined age of the two boys may be in their early ten years, and they must be very different from their adult appearance.

Yang Ya's life experience is not a secret in the dormitory, but Shao Mingyu only knows that he has a pair of parents who are not very responsible, but he has never heard that he has a brother who can share photos with him.

He called out to Yang Ya: "Who is this little dwarf with facial paralysis in the photo, your brother?"

"What a dwarf with a paralyzed face." Yang Ya turned around, snatched the photo away, showing hesitation, "This little dwarf is me, do you understand?"

Shao Mingyu was a little surprised, and he still held the photo in his hand: "Is it you who is short? You used to take the tall and cold route—then who is that tall guy?"

Yang Ya became a little impatient: "Why do you talk so much, learn from you, don't you want to be the king of papers?"

"Everything has a priority, and the volume should be divided into occasions," Shao Mingyu said, "a photo is specially put in a photo album, is it someone important to you? Do you have any stories, tell them and listen to them?"

"No story."

Yang Ya stuffed the photo back into the photo album, looked around but couldn't find any other more suitable place, finally put it in the locker and locked it.

After tidying up his own bed, he began to help Liang Hairuo sweep the bed reluctantly, but his mind was not on cleaning.

Yang Ya remembered something from the past.

He remembered when he first met Yue Qin.

Ordinarily, he was only a few years old at that time, so he couldn't remember things, but he didn't know whether it was because of his extraordinary talent or some other reason. I remember the curbs and the ants passing by in rows at my feet.

He still remembered that he didn't like Yue Qin very much at that time.Yang Ya's parents often quarreled and vented their anger on him at every turn. Maybe they formed a self-protection barrier when he didn't remember anything. Yang Ya was taciturn and didn't like to be lively when he was a child. To him, Yue Qin was too Noisy, an intruder trying to break his protection.

Yue Qin is very lively. The most annoying thing about him is that he has a very low laugh. Sometimes, when nothing happened, he would laugh non-stop because of some irrelevant imaginings.

Yang Ya wondered why Yue Qin was always so happy at that time.

He didn't want to talk to Yue Qin very much, but Yue Qin was three years older than him, a head taller, and his arms couldn't twist his thighs. Yue Qin always took him around on his own initiative.

Yue Qin's favorite place to take him is under the peach tree across the street.

The two sat side by side on the curb, and Yue Qin kept telling Yang Ya what happened to him at school.Yang Ya remained silent, his left ear went in and his right ear went out, counting the ants on the ground, he didn't even know when Yue Qin had finished speaking.

Until Yue Qin poked his waist with his elbow: "Did you hear what I said to you?"

Yang Ya responded perfunctorily: "I didn't hear clearly."

Yue Qin turned his face away and forced him to look at him.

Yang Ya looked into Yue Qin's eyes reluctantly.

Those are a pair of very beautiful eyes, so far Yang Ya can only describe them as "black and bright like black grapes".Like every happy child he had seen in kindergarten, Xiao Yueqin also had light in his eyes.

He looks looking forward to it.

Yang Ya didn't know what he was expecting.

Then he heard Yue Qin say: "Let's play Jiajia! Do you know rock-paper-scissors?"

"Three-year-olds don't know that."

"Then let's play the game of guessing! If I win, you will be my father and I will be my mother. If you win, you will call me my wife."

"Oh."

"Come, Rock-Scissors-Paper!"

The wind passed over the peach tree, and the branches of the old peach tree were overwhelmed. A half-sized peach was abandoned by it and fell straight to the ground.With the sound of Taozi falling to the ground, two immature little hands touched together.

Cloth from Yang Ya, stone from Yue Qin.

The cloth covered the stone.

"You won," Yue Qin said without regret, "Now you have to call me wife."

"Oh, wife."

The author says:

Yue Qin, a child, would sell himself and count the money back to others when he was young.

Double update.