sunset mountains

Xiao Yanwei didn't care much about whether he was really "extraordinarily good-looking", but he still accepted the words, "No wonder you can't hold it in."

"Well," Wei Chi walked into the yard, took two sickles from the door, and handed one to Xiao Yanwei, "I really can't hold it."

Xiao Yan didn't take the sickle and looked at it, he didn't know how to do it. He had never touched a sickle since he was a child, and his only experience in weeding was pulling weeds in the dry area at the entrance of the elementary school.

He took the sickle to the steps and squatted down, and waved the sickle decently, not a single grass fell.

Wei Chi took the other and squatted beside him, "That's it."

He grabbed a handful of grass in one hand, and with the other hand held a sickle and mowed at the root of the grass, and the grass fell down as soon as it fell.

His movements are very skilled, as if he is used to this kind of work.

Xiao Yan did not follow his example and started mowing the grass, moving slowly, "What kind of grass is this, with such tenacious vitality."

Wei Chi shook his head, "I'll check the encyclopedia later and tell you, but I don't know what it's called."

Xiao Yanwei started laughing again, "There is no one like you. After staying here for so many years, you don't know what to eat when you eat buns, and you are not famous for mowing grass."

"I really don't know," Wei Chi also felt a little embarrassed, he shook his head, and changed the topic in a very rude manner, "Xiao Yanwei, how old are you?"

Xiao Yanwei didn't comment on this jumpy chat that didn't make sense, "24."

Wei Chi hummed and nodded, "I'm two years older than you."

Xiao Yan didn't stop his movements, looked at Wei Chi seriously, then shook his head, "I can't tell."

Wei Chi looked a little embarrassed by him, and said vaguely, "Maybe this side has beautiful mountains and rivers, and there is no urban pollution. Let's support people."

Xiao Yanwei didn't want to discuss the secrets of frozen age with him, and he was not interested in how to keep him young, so he let out an oh, and started working again.

Wei Chi paid attention to him all the time, and about 2 minutes later, Xiao Yanwei sighed without warning.

"What's wrong?" Wei Chi asked.

The two were very close, Xiao Yanwei looked at him, as if a little helpless, "You don't have to stare at me like that."

"No staring." As soon as he said it, Wei Chi realized what he meant, and denied it with a guilty conscience.

"Do you all think that I'm going to die?" Xiao Yanwei looked at the window in the house and said in a flat tone, "I'm not dead yet?"

The windows in the house are close to the kang, and they are opened very wide. You can basically see the whole layout of the bedroom from the window.

When Xiao Yanwei came back at noon, Lao Yao insisted that he bring two buns, and the bowl was placed on the old-fashioned cabinet opposite the bed.

The heat in the bowl has long since disappeared, but it matches this dilapidated and somewhat desolate courtyard very well.

Xiao Yan didn't look back, but looked at Wei Chi again, and said sincerely, "Wei Chi, thank you."

Wei Chi asked, "Thank me for what?"

"Thank you for helping me this morning." Xiao Yanwei said, "Actually... I haven't reached that point yet."

In the morning, Xiao Yan walked towards the edge of the cliff in a daze without trying to die. If Wei Chi hadn't pulled him back, he might be as disabled as the last person who fell, or he might have died.

Wei Chi put down his sickle, picked a piece of grass, and sat down on the ground, "Want to chat?"

Xiao Yan looked at him uncertainly, threw the sickle, and sat on the ground like Wei Chi, "Wei Chi, tell me about you."

Wei Chi is 26 years old this year, and he is not too young. Xiao Yan didn't ask him to talk about himself. In fact, it is difficult to find an entry point, because when a person grows to 26, life must be generous and generous.

But Wei Chi knew what he wanted to hear.

He fiddled with the pile of weeds that he didn't know what to call, and said without Xiao Yan's gaze, "I came here when I was 22."

When Wei Chi was 22 years old, he had just graduated from university. He didn't go to the internship job he had planned, so he insisted on coming to this mid-level area where no shit.

That year, the only middle school in the town had been completed for half a year, but due to the lack of teachers, classes could not start for a long time. Wei Chi signed up under such circumstances.

When he said he wanted to come here, all relatives in the family strongly opposed it, especially his father Wei Guangyuan.

Although Wei Guangyuan was not usually amiable, he had never spoken to Wei Chi loudly, but that time he was rarely angry.

"I'm afraid you will suffer." Xiao Yanwei interrupted.

"No," Wei Chi shook his head, his voice muffled, "my mother... my mother died in the line of duty while helping the poor."

Xiao Yan didn't speak any more, and listened to him quietly.

"My mother went to a mountainous area in the south that year, and it involved relocation," Wei Chi said in a soft voice. "Later, the villagers made trouble and accidentally injured them."

Wei Chi's mother died when Wei Chi was 20 years old.

That year, there were heavy rains all over the country. Affected by geological conditions, several areas with high incidence of mudslides were severely affected. For the most serious poverty-stricken areas, the government issued a relocation policy.

Back then, there was still the concept of a poor county, and Wei Chi's mother went to a poor county in the south.

The relocation work involved hundreds of households. The government sent wave after wave of people to do ideological work. Compensation was in place, and good things were said, but some people just refused to move.

On the road of poverty alleviation, someone will always sacrifice, and that year it was Wei Chi's mother.

Xiao Yanwei didn't know how to comfort him, so he tentatively raised his hand and patted his shoulder.

Wei Chi turned his head to look at him, and continued, "At that time, I hated those people to death, and I thought in my heart, they deserve to be poor, they deserve to be stuck in that corner for the rest of their lives, and no one should feel sorry for them."

Wei Chi said, "Sometimes you think it's good for others, but others don't necessarily appreciate it."

Xiao Yan didn't nod his head, motioning for him to continue.

Wei Chi smiled, looking very gentle, "But when I graduated from university, I saw teachers being recruited here, so I still came here."

"My dad almost broke my leg." Wei Chi raised his eyebrows as a joke.

But Xiao Yan didn't know, maybe the actual situation is worse, no one should accept that his lover died in the line of duty, and his son caught up to "send his death".

He guessed right on this point, Wei Chi's father was really very angry, and the two quarreled almost every day during that time.

Wei Guangyuan reasoned with him sternly, with a sharp tone, "Who do you think you are? What can you do when you go? Can you help them all get out of the mountains or help them really get rich?"

After all, Wei Guangyuan's age and experience are there, and Wei Chi can't even find a point to refute his words.

He opened his mouth to explain, but he couldn't say anything decent, only a dry "I'm going."

"Are you going?" Wei Guangyuan didn't know whether he was annoyed or felt that what he said was ridiculous, he chuckled, "Why are you?"

"Where do you think that is?" Wei Guangyuan hit the nail on the head, "Do you think those mountainous areas are the same as the places where you bought a plane ticket to travel? You are too naive."

Perhaps the 22-year-old Wei Chi was really naive. He watched his father's angry face, and even brought out his mother.

"Are you afraid that I won't come back like my mother?" Wei Chi asked.

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Guangyuan raised his hand high.

But in the end the slap did not fall.

Wei Guangyuan was silent for a long time, his voice was very lonely, "Can you tell me why?"

Wei Chi just smiled generously, "If you ask why everything, then no one will do it, so why do you think my mother is doing it?"

Although Wei Chi was not born with a golden spoon in his mouth, his family is considered wealthy. He has no worries about food and clothing since he was a child, and even other material needs can be easily met.

If he stays steadfastly in the capital and finds a good job after graduation, he will be able to master many social resources that others can't get.

His life prospects are predictably smooth, but he has not chosen to do so.

And his father didn't fight him in the end.

On the day of his departure, Wei Guangyuan pushed off work and took him to the airport in person. He was speechless all the way, and only asked Wei Chi when he was about to get off the car, "Have you made up your mind?"

"Dad," Wei Chi's hand pushing the car door paused, "I know it's difficult, but someone has to do it. It used to be my mother, but now it's me."

After he finished speaking, he got out of the car, sat for several hours on the plane and reversed two buses, and it was completely dark when he arrived at the destination.

Wei Chi took a small boarding case, looked around, and agreed with his father's point of view.

The real mountain area is really different from the place where he bought a plane ticket to travel. It is quiet and lonely, with no street lights around, like an orphan forgotten in a corner.

He arrived earlier than the school's stipulated arrival time, and he didn't know who to contact for a while, so he sent himself to the mountains like this.

When he found out that he was lost, he couldn't get out. Before he came, he checked the phone number of the local government affairs office, but when he picked up the phone, he found that there was no signal at all.

Fortunately, Lao Yao finally found him and took him to the village brigade.

The village chief didn't know in advance that someone was coming, and the higher-ups hadn't made any arrangements, so he didn't know how to accommodate him for a while.

Wei Chi voluntarily came to support education, and the village head naturally welcomed him, but he was also a little embarrassed when facing Wei Chi, "You have seen the conditions here, there is no good place to live."

Now that Wei Chi is here, he naturally doesn't want to live in such a good place, "It's fine if there is a place to live."

"Yes, yes," the village chief said a little nervously, "I do have a vacant house, but the roof has not been repaired since it rained these days, or..."

"Go to my place," Lao Yao took over, "Live at Shang Shengzi's place."

Lao Yao's son, Yao Sheng, went out to work a few years ago and didn't come back often, and the house was still vacant.

The village chief said it was a good idea, and sent Wei Chi back with Lao Yao. He was afraid that the children in the city would not get used to it, so he almost told him how to use the urine bucket.

Wei Chi lived here for half a month, and moved to the staff dormitory arranged for him by the school after school started, but he still came back to live on Saturdays and Sundays.

The villagers originally thought that Wei Chi would not stay for long, but they did not expect that he would stay for five years.

What was even more unexpected was that before Wei Chi left, another city kid came.

Xiao Yan didn't hear what he said, so he couldn't help smiling, "I'm not here to teach."

Wei Chi also laughed, laughed a few times and asked, "Do you not understand?"

Xiao Yan did not explain or understand, he asked Wei Chi, "Have you ever regretted it?"

Wei Chi shook his head and said calmly, "I don't regret it."

He gently rubbed his fingertips with his hands on his knees, "The day I first came, I lived here now. I was bitten by mosquitoes that night. , the village chief looked at me with a smile at the door, and he still said thank me even though I hadn’t done anything yet.”

"I suddenly understood my mother very well," Wei Chi said with a smile, and said firmly, "Just that one sentence, I don't want to leave."

Xiao Yanwei looked into Wei Chi's eyes, the content there was completely different from Xiao Yanwei's.

Wei Chi was like a gust of wind wrapped in wildfire, blowing across the vast land, burning up the withered grass that stretched for thousands of miles on the desolate land, the grass ash was flying around, and fell into the mud again to become nourishment, letting the dead land see A little life.

Xiao Yan didn't know how to describe this feeling, but he just felt that Wei Chi's wildfire burned to him, and made his chest burn up.

He himself didn't notice any change in his expression, but Wei Chi was looking at him.

"Don't you want to thank me?" Wei Chi said suddenly.

"Oh," Xiao Yan didn't turn his head away from looking at Wei Chi anymore, he spoke a little fast, "Didn't you thank me?"

"Not enough." Wei Chi said.

Xiao Yan didn't subconsciously want to say something harsh, but he held back when the words came to his lips, "Then what do you want?"

"Promise me something." Wei Chi put his hands on the ground, squatted up and picked up the sickle next to him to continue mowing the grass.Xiao Yanwei squatted up, "You speak first."

Wei Chi did not continue this topic, he said, "In the past few years, I have also been doing other work with the cadres. I thought it was quite simple and I was frustrated everywhere. I didn't know it was so difficult when I was not in this environment. If it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work, it has nothing to do with how capable you are.”

He said, "But no matter how useless you are, someone will always need you."

What he said was louder than the previous few sentences, Xiao Yan didn't know what he meant, but he couldn't say anything to echo it, because he had heard these words too many times.

Maybe someone really needs him, but he is selfish and needs nothing.

"I won't be here in the future, so don't go to the mountains." Wei Chi said.

Wei Chi's expression was very serious, he seemed to be a little nervous, and his fingers unconsciously rubbed the wooden handle of the sickle, "On this matter, promise me."

That's all he said, he didn't say any more, Xiao Yanwei thought that his tears were higher than his laughter, but he suddenly felt a little sour in his eyes.

The environment here is closed. There is only one primary school in three villages, and you have to go to the town to go to middle school. The only clinic in the whole village can only treat minor ailments such as headaches and brain fever. If it rains, you can't even walk.

The beautiful mountain that attracted Xiao Yan to get off the car was not considered an advantage, the fact was on the contrary, it was the biggest obstacle to the development of the village.

Xiao Yan did not come here to escape, to put it more harshly, to choose a good place to seek death, but not Wei Chi, Wei Chimou is alive.

If you get it, it's someone else who lives.

Xiao Yan didn't think that no matter in which sense, Wei Chi should be regarded as a "good person", he did light a fire, and he became hot

If not, he would burn the people around him with him.

Maybe what he did was worthless in the eyes of many people, but Xiao Yanwei's eyes were still wet. He lowered his head and continued weeding, and said inaudibly, "I agree."