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When Nan Zhuo opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Xiao Guo's neck and collarbone. It was already daylight, and the collar of the boy's T-shirt was crooked, revealing a little bit of his chest.

Nan Zhuo moved, and found himself lying in Xiao Guo's arms, Xiao Guo half-bent one hand to serve as a pillow for him, and the other arm was under the quilt and draped around his waist.The bed was too narrow, both of them were sleeping on their sides, Nan Zhuo couldn't sleep comfortably, his shoulders hurt, when he looked up, he found Xiao Guo was looking at him.

Xiao Guo seemed to have been awake for a long time, his brows and eyes were not as cold as usual.

"Xiao Guo..." Nan Zhuo said, "Morning."

His eyes were still hazy, his voice was a little hoarse, and his voice sounded soft.Xiao Guo unconsciously lowered his voice and said, "Morning."

Although it doesn't look like it, Nan Zhuo doesn't like to get up so fast when he doesn't have nightmares, and he stays in bed very much.He drilled forward half-consciously, the tip of his nose rubbing against Xiao Guo's chest.

Xiao Guoshi followed suit, and he slept on the outside, with his back pressed against the railing of the upper bunk.

"Nan Zhuo," he said with a little difficulty, "stop rubbing."

Nan Zhuo stopped in response, closed his eyes and snorted in dissatisfaction, then swept away all the quilts, turned over and curled up against the wall again.

Xiao Guo was wearing short sleeves on his upper body, and suddenly shivered from the cold.Nan Zhuo's sticky temper was very different from usual, he smiled and leaned over from behind to wake Nan Zhuo up.

Because the parents are seldom at home, Xiaoguo primary and junior high schools are all boarders. There are eight boys in a dormitory. When they wake each other up, they kick and punch each other. Feel something is wrong.But how could Nan Zhuo be like others, Xiao Guo first went over and pulled down the quilt, letting him expose his face.

"It's already been broadcast once," Xiao Guo said, "We're almost there."

Nan Zhuo opened his eyes, then closed them again.

Xiao Guo never knew that it was such a difficult task to wake Nan Zhuo up. Ten minutes later, he pulled Nan Zhuo up with the quilt. inside.

The door of the box opened, and the family of three who went to the bathroom to wash up just now came back.The child didn't understand, his parents stared at the two people hugging each other on the upper bunk, their expressions were very subtle.

Xiao Guo looked at them for two seconds and ignored them.

The subtlety shown by the couple on the opposite side turned into undisguised disgust when the train arrived at the station, and when they got out of the carriage, the couple walked as fast as if they were running away with their son in their arms.Nan Zhuo stood by the door and watched them leave, and heard the word abnormal.

He lowered his head and smiled, then raised his eyebrows noncommittally.

The place where they got off the train was the county seat, and they had to take a two-hour bus to Qihe Village.There were not many people in the car, Xiao Guo and Nan Zhuo sat in the last row together, Nan Zhuo sat quietly by the window with a piece of toffee in his mouth.

The road surface gradually becomes bumpy, and the endless hills and fields are covered with blue and yellow in winter, and the river is shining with light.The sky was a stunning blue, with thin clouds floating and gathering, illuminated by the afternoon sun.

Seven Rivers Village is coming.

There is a tight string in Nan Zhuo's body, grabbing his internal organs, and it is about to break.

Qihe Village, that was the beginning of his life, the source of evil, and the beginning of nightmares.The closer he got there, the vaguer part of his nature—the part praised by Nan Hongzu as "very good"—the more irritable and irritable. He made up his mind to take Xiao Guo to Qihe Village this time, just to Show the person the least deserving side of him.

and then?

Nan Zhuo asked himself this way.

What if Xiao Guo chooses to alienate him?

A straightforward and simple boy deserves a better choice than him.Chen Fangyi said that homosexuality is not a problem, but regardless of gender, what about him?He can face up to his increasingly clear thoughts about Xiao Guo, but will there be results if there are thoughts?Nan Zhuo is not afraid of one person's slumped persistence, but he can't let go, the child who has tasted the sweetness can't bear the bitterness anymore, this sweetness is given by Xiao Guo, and he still wants this person.

"Xiao Guo," he whispered in small words, "I'm afraid."

"What's wrong?" Xiao Guo immediately leaned over and asked, "What are you afraid of?"

Nan Zhuo tightly closed his lips, Xiao Guo called him: "Nan Zhuo?"

Nan Zhuo's face was pale, and he said, "I'm afraid."

"Nan Zhuo," Xiao Guo's slightly deep voice was strangely abrupt in the roar of the car, he said, "Nan Zhuo, look at me."

The boy's palm was already broad and strong, and he stretched it out to pinch Nan Zhuo's chin lightly.Nan Zhuo turned his face away, Xiao Guo asked: "What are you afraid of?"

The sun shines through the glass behind Nan Zhuo's head, hiding his face in the shadows.He took several deep breaths and said, "Actually, I'm not going back to Qihe Village to travel."

Xiao Guo asked, "What are you going to do?"

"A memorial," Nan Zhuo said, "a memorial to my brother...and my aunt. I didn't tell you clearly before, so I tricked you here," he pursed his lips, "I'm sorry."

Xiao Guo didn't know about this before, but he shook his head and said, "It doesn't matter."

Nan Zhuo said: "Qihe Village is actually very poor. There is nothing there, and there may not be many people left. I grew up there until I was ten years old. Every day I ran and played with my brother all over the mountains and plains. I didn't read any books. " His voice was a little trembling, "My brother is called Nan Yan, he is twelve minutes younger than me, we were supposed to do everything together, but he left first."

The candy had already been eaten, and he stared blankly ahead, with one hand tightly grasping Xiao Guo's cuff.He wanted to continue talking, but the car stopped and Qihe Village had already arrived.

The weeds stretched as far as the eye could see, and they all grew to the height of half a person. When he turned his head and looked over, his eyes were all pale yellow.Nan Zhuo took Xiao Guo to walk on the rugged country road, and passed several bungalows along the way, none of which were inhabited. In the past six or seven years, there has been too much development and change, and the people in Qihe Village want to go out. , nobody voluntarily stays here.

The wilderness village with few people in sight was eerily quiet, and the two of them didn't see the smoke until they walked to a place where the houses were denser.They walked past a family, Nan Zhuo glanced sideways, and said: "This family has a pair of brothers, who are about the same age as Nan Yan and me. When we met back then, they gave us stones. But their grandma Well, always give us something to eat."

He just walked and talked all the way, spreading out his past in front of Xiao Guo.Before he knew how to write, he understood what three meals of food and poppies were meant to purify. He said the complete absence of his parents and his aunt's drug addiction, and he gradually pieced together a ridiculous childhood.He also mentioned the fact that his father was a criminal, and the birth of him and his younger brother is the best evidence.

"It's this well," he pointed not far ahead, his fingertips showing a gentle luster in the sun, "my aunt said that my mother, my biological mother, sat there every day when she was pregnant with me and Nan Yan." Up there, no one knows where she is looking. She may be born stupid, or she may have been deprived of her mind while floating along the water to Qihe Village."

The courtyard door was half closed, Nan Zhuo stretched out his hand and pushed it open, the creaking sound evoked memories that had never been dusted.Seven years later, he can still see Nan Xiujuan sitting on a recliner holding a needle, her bony limbs being bitten to pieces by rats.

But Nan Zhuo didn't feel scared, he just felt very hungry reflexively.

"At that time, Nan Yan and I almost starved to death, luckily we didn't eat rat meat." He smiled, took Xiao Guo into the yard, and said, "After that, my dad came back."

The room was covered with dust, and cobwebs hung in every corner, and the two coughed unexpectedly.Eyes full of sores, this is where Nan Zhuo grew up.

No matter how you clean up this place, it is impossible for people to live in it, but fortunately, the two of them have thick clothes in their backpacks, so they are not afraid to sleep in the open air for a night.Nan Zhuo looked inside and outside the house, the fan he used to fan Nan Yan that summer was still on the bedside.

The two sat side by side on the threshold. Nan Zhuo had the foresight to buy enough food at the county train station.Xiao Guo unpacked the ham sausage and handed it to Nan Zhuo.

Xiao Guo didn't speak all the time, and Nan Zhuo didn't ask anything, he talked about his background in a flat and affectionate tone, and then handed over the right to accept or hate it to Xiao Guo.

"I'll take you to live in the field," he said to Xiao Guo, "Nan Yan and I used to spend the night there."

Xiao Guo brought over the ham sausage he couldn't finish, stuffed him with a piece of candy, and nodded.

When they were walking out of the village, they met someone. An old lady came out of the house with a hunched back. The old man squinted his eyes, probably not being able to see people clearly.As the last light of the setting sun fell, she looked at Nan Zhuo who had stopped, and the ravine on her face became deeper and deeper.

She seemed not so clear-headed, smiled kindly at Nan Zhuo, and said in an old voice: "It's Nan Yan? How many years have passed...Why did you come back?"

Nan Zhuo pressed his lips tightly, and finally did not refute.

The old lady gently grabbed Nan Zhuo's hand and asked, "Are you your brother? Where's your brother?"

"He..." Nan Zhuo said with sugar still in his mouth, "He has gone to the city."

"Ah, why didn't you take me with you?" The old lady sighed and asked again, "Where's your father?"

Nan Zhuo said: "He is dead."

"Oh, I'm dead." The old lady passed this sentence easily, maybe she didn't understand it, maybe she had already taken it lightly.She looked at Xiao Guo and asked, "Who is this? I haven't seen it before."

Nan Zhuo smiled and said, "He's from the city."

Xiao Guo wanted to say "Grandma is good", but the old man had already held his hand and led him into the yard with Nan Zhuo.She said: "Then help me see, my Huahua, what's wrong with Huahua..."

When the old man packed steamed buns and pickles for Nan Zhuo and Nan Yan, the six members of the family sat in the courtyard, but now she is the only one left.The young people want to go to the city, leaving the old man in the country, a whole world, this is her old age.

The old lady took the two of them to the back of the courtyard gate, where a small cat was lying on its side on a small bag of mud.The broken and weak meows continued, the black and white cat's fur was matted, its four paws were shrunk at strange angles, and it kept twitching.

"Huahua, this is my Huahua." The old lady's muddy eyes were washed out with tears, and she said helplessly, "What's wrong with it, please help me, help me... Huahua's..."

Nan Zhuo squatted down and touched it with his hand. The cat's abdomen was as hard as a stone, and the corners of its mouth were covered with bloody foam.There was a handful of dark particles scattered on the corner not far away, which looked a bit like cat food in the city, but Nan Zhuo recognized that it was rat poison.

The cat swallowed the poison by mistake and died.

Xiao Guo followed his gaze and quickly understood.The cat closed its eyes, and its head tilted back in a painful arc amidst the constant meowing.

Xiao Guo took out the ham sausage, but the cat didn't pay any attention to the delicacy that was handed over.Nan Zhuo squeezed its mouth open and tried to choke its throat, but the cat's tongue was already weakly crooked and fell out.

Xiao Guo and Nan Zhuo looked at each other, knowing that there was no way to recover.

"Xiaoyan, you, you talk." The old lady's voice was still low, as if she just wanted to reconfirm the established facts.She touched Nan Zhuo's face with her rough hands, and asked softly, "Hua Hua is going to die, isn't she?"

Nan Zhuo looked at her and said, "Yes."

Tears fell from the old man's eyes, she choked with sobs and shook her head for a long time, finally said: "Life is hard...follow me, Huahua has suffered too much..."

She slowly stood up straight, without looking at Nan Zhuo and Xiao Guo, turned around and walked into the house.The dim room contained her figure, and the old man did not come out again.

The little tongue with soft thorns rubbed against Nan Zhuo's fingers, he lowered his eyes, the wind brushed his black hair on his forehead, and he stroked the cat's fur very gently.

"Xiao Guo," Nan Zhuo said softly without raising his eyes, "it is very painful."

At this moment, Xiao Guo realized what Nan Zhuo was going to do, he stretched out his hand in unreasonable tension, and covered Nan Zhuo's wrist.Nan Zhuo was silent for two seconds, raised his face and looked over with a sad expression.

In the next second, he broke free from Xiao Guo's hand, bent down and kissed the cat.The arched lips fell affectionately on the top of the cat's soft head. This kiss is so light, starting a handover of life and death in the evening light.

The poison made the life in his hands extremely painful, the fur under Nan Zhuo's fingers was trembling, the hoarse cry was like the last cry, he could feel the cat's distortion and the sadness in his body.It endures such torments until death, which is too far in the future, becomes inevitable.

Nan Zhuo straightened up abruptly, looked up at the sky.His eyes were wide open, he gasped silently, and his hands, crossed in a cross, pressed against the cat's neck.

When the last ray of sunlight was hidden among the clouds, the slender and pale fingers sank into the soft fur.The sugar melted away on the tip of his tongue, and the cat trembled under his hand, but didn't move anymore.

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