After kicking the slag attack, he was watched by the boss

A fifteen and sixteen-year-old boy stood at the door and looked around. Seeing the familiar faces coming out with the crowd, he waved excitedly and shouted from a distance: "Brother Ye, here!"

Hearing his voice, Ye Rong squeezed out from the crowd, rubbed his monkey-like short hair as soon as he came up, and called out to him with a smile like the locals: "Pingwa, why are you here now?"

Liu Ping was blushed by Ye Rong, touched his round head, and shyly said in unproficient Mandarin: "Brother Ye, last time you said that the mangoes I asked you to bring arrived, but there were too many. I can't pull it over, I want to ask if you are free, can you go home with me to get it."

Ye Rong nodded and agreed: "Of course, can I call some more people, more people are more powerful."

Liu Ping was wearing short underwear. It seemed that his body was stretched, but he hadn't fully grown up yet. There was still a little gap between him and Ye Rong. Rong really didn't mind, so he replied: "Okay, but the road back to the village is narrow, and we can't get in by car. We can only ride my tricycle there. Brother Ye is enough to call one more person. If there are too many, we won't be able to sit down." gone."

Ye Rong glanced at the unattractive tricycle behind Liu Ping, and couldn't help but think about how to persuade Fu Wenyuan to condescend to sit in it with him.

Fortunately, Mr. Fu, who is kind and considerate, heard that he was going to get the mango that Ye Rong specially bought for him. With the blessing of his sweetheart and his favorite fruit, Fu Wenyuan was surprisingly eloquent, so he agreed to go back to the village with them without any hesitation.

Considering that Fu Wenyuan and himself are both tall adult men, not only a little aggrieved, but also hard enough for Liu Ping who is riding a bicycle, so Ye Rong volunteered to ride in front, let Liu Ping point the way, and take advantage of the lunch break At that time, the three of them wobbled and creaked on the road.

The mountain road is rugged, and there is only a narrow cement road winding to the depths of the mountain. One side of the road is close to the mountain wall, and the other side is a cliff with guardrails.

Under the cliff, the sea of ​​clouds is misty, and the trees are lush, and the bottom cannot be seen at a glance.

Ye Rong clutched the handle tightly and stepped on the pedals hard, for fear of bumping his hand against the guardrail. While riding, he thought to himself that the road was so narrow that oncoming cars couldn't avoid it, and it was just like Liu Ping said. It is difficult to get in.

Fu Wenyuan and Liu Ping saw him struggling to help push him several times, and they stopped and went.

During the rest, Ye Rong looked at the path that could not be seen from a distance, and couldn't help but patted Liu Ping on the shoulder in admiration and asked, "You usually walk this road alone? You still carry so many things?"

Liu Ping's dark eyes were full of simplicity and sincerity, as if habitually ignoring the difficulties and dangers involved, he obediently replied: "Yes, I have walked this road since I was a child, and I am very familiar with it."

Ye Rong sat on the stone by the roadside and beat his sore legs, looking at the houses that could be seen in the depths of the mountain, "How many people live in the mountains?"

Liu Ping pulled down the front brake and stopped the tricycle on the side of the road, shaking his head: "When I was young, there were many people, but now it's different. There are many old people and children, and young people go to work in the city. No one will cover it, and no woman will marry, and gradually there will be no one.”

Fu Wenyuan also sat beside Ye Rong and held Ye Rong's shoulders and arms. Hearing Liu Ping's answer, he asked a question about why he didn't eat minced meat: "It's so inconvenient, why don't you move away?"

Liu Ping licked the dry skin on his lips, lowered his eyes to look at the mountain that surrounded poverty and ignorance, and said dryly: "My father always said that this is our root. Fallen leaves return to their roots.”

After hearing this, Ye Rong was thoughtful but didn't say much. After resting for a while, he pedaled again and started on his way.

When they arrived at the courtyard of Liu Ping's house, Ye Rong was already so tired that he was about to collapse, and he was thinking that he must put fitness exercises on the agenda after returning this time.

Seeing someone coming, the chickens that were defecating all over the yard flapped their wings and burrowed into the eaves and chicken coops, and the two dogs tied to the door also struggled with ropes and barked wildly.

Liu Ping walked over and scolded a few times, and the jumping and jumping stopped for a while.

Unexpectedly, Liu Ping's house was still an earthen wall, with a high threshold and a half-closed wooden door. There was a circle of yellowed newspapers on the wall of the main room. Ye Rong took a closer look at the year, and it was indeed quite old. up.

Liu Ping took out two wooden benches that looked like they were nailed by hand, poured out two porcelain bowls of water from the kettle, sprinkled some tea foam and rock sugar in the end, and enthusiastically bustled around to invite them to drink tea.

Ye Rong persuaded him a few words, told him not to be so busy, just sit down and rest for a while, and then added after looking around: "Is there no one at home now?"

Liu Ping brought out another plate of dried persimmon cakes, put them on the wooden table barely propped up by bricks with one leg missing, and pushed it towards Ye Rong, "My father went out to worship the gods, and he wasn't in the house."

Ye Rong, who had been thirsty for a long time, took a sip of tea, the tea leaves were astringent and bitter, but fortunately, there was some sugar to neutralize it, and the taste was not so difficult to swallow.

But Fu Wenyuan suddenly seemed to have heard something interesting, and asked, "Worship God? What god do you worship?"

Liu Ping didn't think much about it, he pointed to a small pavilion built on the high beams, and said as a matter of course, "People in the mountains don't worship mountain gods."

Fu Wenyuan looked in the direction he was pointing, and he couldn't tell what kind of god he was worshiping in the divine pavilion, but he could only see him staring at the place quietly for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking, but finally frowning.

Seeing this, Ye Rong tugged at the corner of his clothes, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Fu Wenyuan came back to his senses, held his hand and said in relief: "It's okay, it's getting late, we'll go back after we finish moving things, you rest here, I'll go and move."

Liu Ping also stood up and greeted: "Brother Ye, sit down, Mango is in the back room, I'll just take this big brother there."

Ye Rong wiped the sweat from his forehead and let out a hum. He looked down at his weak limbs and sighed.

The two of them crossed the threshold and turned to the back room, Ye Rong sat alone drinking tea and chewing persimmons.

Suddenly there was an animal smell that was not choking but hard to ignore, and it was a warm, quiet, tamed and captive mammal.

There was a slight rustling sound coming from the locked side bedroom, Ye Rong couldn't help looking back several times, wondering if Liu Ping said there was no one at home?

Ye Rong stood up holding the dried persimmons and walked two steps toward the lying side, the strange smell became stronger the closer he got, he hesitated and stopped and wanted to go back.

Since Adam and Eve ate the apple because of the temptation of the snake and their own curiosity, the strong curiosity of human beings has never given up.

Also driven by curiosity, Ye Rong took another step, but subconsciously crept closer, and looked in through the crack of the door where the light was leaking.

But Ye Rong, who hadn't made any mental preparations, collided with an unexpected and huge eye without any warning.