sunset mountains

After Wei Chi finished speaking, the two looked at each other, and two seconds later they couldn't hold back their laughter.

Xiao Yan didn't think about it, no wonder Wei Chi is so different, he is not such a person at all.

Just now Wei Chi told him vividly how the teaching support teacher was full of enthusiasm, how he was brutally beaten by reality when he came up, and how he was picked up by the old-hearted Lao Yao, and now he told him unexpectedly that he was the volunteer, saying no No one believed it on purpose.

Xiao Yan didn't think he had a good laugh, but he couldn't help it now, he said, "You said I didn't ask about it just now."

"Do you think I'm sick?" Wei Chi smiled and asked a question that Xiao Yan hadn't asked just now.

Xiao Yan didn't say anything, just looked at Wei Chi.

Wei Chi's pupils are very dark. Staring at them for a long time will make people feel a little scary, but I don't know if it's because of the soft sunlight now. Xiao Yanwei feels that his eyes are very gentle, which doesn't match his tough appearance.

"No," Xiao Yanwei shook his head and said sincerely, "I admire you."

Yao Dabao said that the capital is good, probably largely because of the money there. Although Xiao Yanwei's life in the past was not that he would not eat minced meat, he would not live in a bungalow without a ceiling.

Wei Chi came from the same place as him, and he has seen no fewer things than him. He is living a good life.

In this vast land, this is undoubtedly the shortcoming of the wooden barrel, but Wei Chi still came.

"There's nothing to admire." Wei Chi said.

He didn't speak fast, his voice was deep and steady, Xiao Yanwei thought for no reason of the water-soaked rocks in the stream, they looked very cold and hard, but in fact they had no edges and corners, quietly but with a strong sense of presence.

Xiao Yanwei didn't know how to answer this sentence, and stared at the chess game again, a fat old man took the bench and yelled, insisting that his opponent had cheated, and wanted to regret the game.

"Can you take me to the mountains to have a look?" Xiao Yanwei said suddenly.

Wei Chi didn't ask why, just glanced at him, nodded, and said cheerfully, "Let's go."

Xiao Yanwei followed him for two steps and then stopped, "I want to go back and get the camera."

Wei Chi had no objection, "I'm waiting for you here?"

Xiao Yan didn't shake his head, and pulled Wei Chi's wrist, "You come with me, or I'm afraid I'll be lazy, and I won't want to come out when I go back."

Xiao Yanwei's body temperature was low, even though he was wearing long sleeves, his hands were still cold.

Wei Chi lowered his head and took a look. Xiao Yanwei's thin and fair hand rested on his wrist. Putting it together with his dark complexion, it was very visually impactful, and Wei Chi's mind was a little confused.

He scolded himself for being worthless in his head, and when he realized it, Xiao Yanwei had already let go of his wrist and left.

The two were close to each other just now, but now they are far away, and Wei Chi only noticed his thin body.

He was already tall, so the lack of meat on his body made him look a little sick.

"Aren't you going?" Xiao Yan didn't see that he didn't follow, so he turned around and called him.

"Let's go." Wei Chi withdrew his gaze, took two quick steps to be side by side with him, and pushed out the inexplicable mess of thoughts in his head,

"I lived where you lived."

"Huh? Old Yao's vacant room?" Xiao Yanwei asked.

"Well," Wei Chi nodded, "At that time, the side where I live now was leaking, and I couldn't live there in rainy days. I lived there for a month."

"Is it also on that big kang?" Thinking of the big kang built from the east wall of the house to the west wall of the house, Xiao Yan asked.

"Yes," Wei Chi said, "The kang is very warm."

While talking, the two arrived at the place where Xiao Yanwei lived. The door of Xiao Yanwei was not locked, only a lock was hung on the latch.

Before Xiao Yan took the lock off, he threw it into the groove on the inner wall of the courtyard, "Come in."

Wei Chi looked at the big lock, and couldn't help but said, "Is this lock a decoration?"

Xiao Yan didn't look at him, but looked at the lock again, "No, I forgot where the key is."

After he finished speaking, he walked directly into the courtyard, and Wei Chi followed him in. The first thing he saw was the weeds growing all over the courtyard, making the small courtyard look desolate.

Xiao Yanwei stepped on the white sneakers as if there was nothing beside them, his white ankles were buried in the weeds, looking very fragile.

Wei Chi's eyes were a little hot, and he hurriedly looked away, wading through the weeds and chasing after him, "Why didn't Lao Yao weed for you?"

Xiao Yan didn't shake his head, "It's not necessary."

"I'm going to die anyway," he said softly.

Wei Chi paused and looked into the yard. Those grasses are very common here, and the weather in late autumn has only turned half yellow.

He stood there for two seconds to keep up, "This kind of grass can grow until December, and it won't die in a while."

Xiao Yanwei had already pushed open the door and went into the room. Hearing this, he looked back and looked back without emotion, "Oh."

Wei Chi's heart skipped a beat for some reason.

Before Xiao Yan said any more, Wei Chi frowned and followed into the room.

The house is fairly clean. Although the house is a bit old, it is not too messy because there are not many people living there. It is just that there is a stale atmosphere that has accumulated over the years and has not dissipated.

There is a row of old-fashioned wooden cabinets in the room, painted with a dull brown paint, a round iron tray is placed on the cabinet, and there is a set of transparent glasses printed with unknown flowers on the tray, and nothing else.

The only thing that can show that Xiao Yanwei is an outsider may be the pile of books and high-tech electronic products on the other side of the kang, which is not sleeping.

Xiao Yanwei was standing beside the bed fiddling with the camera, Wei Chi leaned over to take a look, his eyes shifted, and his eyes were attracted by the bright red beds.

"The cover is so thick today?" Wei Chi pointed to the two quilts on the bed and said.

It's just November, and although it's cold, it's not time to cover two thick quilts.

"Is it thick?" Xiao Yanwei frowned, stretched out his hands and pinched the quilts, as if he was a little distressed, "I don't know how thick the quilts should be covered now."

He is already very good at not forgetting to eat, and it is obviously impossible to expect him to distinguish which quilt to cover in which season.

Wei Chi also noticed it. He walked over and took out a bed from the pile of quilts and folded it aside, "This bed can't be covered first, if you sleep like this for a few nights, you will get angry."

Wei Chi had a tough appearance, and he was very skilled in folding the quilt by bending over the bed, but it was a bit weird that the bright red mandarin duck and peony quilt appeared with him.

Xiao Yan could not hold back a smile.

Wei Chi was helping him remove the mattress, when he heard him smile and straightened up and glanced at him, he also smiled a little, "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Xiao Yan shook his head.

"Actually, even if it's colder, there's no need for two quilts." Wei Chi curled his fingers and tapped on the kang, "When the stove is lit outside, it will be very hot here."

Xiao Yanwei followed suit, but he didn't feel anything, so he withdrew his hand, "I probably won't be able to live that long."

Wei Chi paused, and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Wei Chi is 26 years old this year. He came here after graduating from university. This year is the fifth year. He has no less affection for this place than for the capital. He knew very well that Xiao Yanwei would not stay for a long time, but when he heard him say that, Still inevitably feel a little lost.

"I can't stay anywhere for long." Xiao Yanwei didn't notice the unnaturalness in Wei Chi's tone, so he picked up his camera and walked out without saying much.

Wei Chi followed slowly, stepping into the weeds again.

I didn't notice it when I came here, but now I suddenly felt that the grass was actually very sharp, and I felt a slight tingling sensation when I scratched my ankle, but Xiao Yanwei didn't seem to notice anything, pushed open the door and went out.

Wei Chi looked at the hem of his swaying jacket, and for no reason remembered the dirt road in front of the door.

Xiao Yanwei is like a grain of sand on the dusty road, blowing with the wind and falling when there is rain, it looks like he belongs anywhere, but in fact no one should try to keep him.