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Huahua was finally left in that yard. The flowers and plants withered in winter, and a few foxtails picked from the country road were lightly tied into bundles and placed beside her.The peeled ham sausage is placed next to the cat's paw, hoping that it will be able to eat well in the next life.

Before leaving, Nan Zhuo left all the money on his body, found a flower pot, and put it under pressure at the door of the old man's house.

Then he took Xiao Guo to climb up the low hill outside the village, both of them were silent.The cold winter night is covered, and the night seems to be a boundless shadow, illuminated by the moon and stars, which makes people feel a stronger sense of insignificance than in the city.

The grass here is very light, and the ground is turned out to be the color of mud. Xiao Guo and Nan Zhuo each wore two coats, and lay shoulder to shoulder with their backpacks on their pillows.The sound of breathing gradually became in tune, but Nan Zhuo wanted to break this tacit understanding and said, "Xiao Guo."

Xiao Guo said "Hey" beside him, Nan Zhuo asked, "Are you afraid?"

Xiao Guo turned over towards him, and asked back, "What are you afraid of?"

"I," Nan Zhuo said subconsciously, "this village, my story, what I did to Huahua."

Xiao Guo laughed and said, "Of course not."

"But I'm afraid." Nan Zhuo closed his eyes, like asking Xiao Guo, but also like asking himself, "There is nothing in my heart, life...what is life...how can I change?" In this way..."

This is a question that Xiao Guo can't answer. He is more like a bystander along the way, watching the fire from the other side. Empathy and distress can't make any damage less.Nan Zhuo's indifference to life is strangely based on redemption, Xiao Guo understands something in the dark, and he is firm in something.

He felt that it was useless to say anything, but he held Nan Zhuo's hand.

Nan Zhuo didn't open his eyes, clasped his five fingers, and asked lazily, "You don't dislike me?"

Xiao Guo still didn't answer, he pulled Nan Zhuo over with his hands hard.In this way, the two people are facing each other, Xiao Guo brought Nan Zhuo's hand up, and put his own hand on the pillow for him.

Nan Zhuo's skin was soft and fair, as if covered with a layer of veil, and there was a slight cold sensuality on the side of his face against the back of his hand.

The stars in the night sky were bright, after a long time, Xiao Guo suddenly said: "Nan Zhuo, I have something to tell you."

However, Nan Zhuo still closed his eyes, and his eyelashes did not tremble, as if he had fallen asleep.Xiao Guo didn't know whether it was true or not, so he called him softly again, but he didn't get a response.

"Okay, I'm very tired today." Xiao Guo finally said in a muffled voice, "Sleep first."

***

Jue on the field unexpectedly slept comfortably, and it was almost noon when Xiao woke up.His side and hands were empty, he sat up quickly, and found that Nan Zhuo was squatting not far away, grabbing the grass on the ground with his head down, and circling it on his fingertips.

Huge sunlight shrouded the land, the sky was not blue today, the color of the dome was white, and the water surface of the pond where the seven rivers converged under the low hill was flickering with wandering light.The two of them washed their faces with the water there, and when they were stirred by the cold water, they felt no sleepiness at all.

Nan Zhuo said: "I'm going to see my brother and aunt, you can wait for me here."

"I want to go with you." Xiao Guo said, paused and asked again: "Is that okay?"

Nan Zhuo's forehead was still dripping with water, he looked at Xiao for a while, then nodded.

The reeds by the pond were almost as tall as someone, and they shuttled through them, stepping on the soft mud, and the two graves were on the other side of the bank.Nan Zhuo first removed the weeds in front of the grave. Nan Yan's one was next to the water. Nan Zhuo knelt on the ground, his figure reflected in the water, his expressionless face looked extremely cold.

Xiao Guo stood a few steps behind Nan Zhuo, the birds flew across the sky, pale sunlight shone on their feathers.

Nan Zhuo comes every year, and has a lot to say every year, but he never makes a sound.The words are all silently in his heart, the dead are everywhere, if he thinks in his heart, those who have already gone will know.

Finally, he took the candy out of his pocket and gave it to Nan Yan.The faint smell of milk was pushed by the wind, which was regarded as his wish and compensation.

Xiao Guo finally knew the reason why Nan Zhuo was addicted to sweets.

The gray sky in winter turned into a reminder of the torrential rain at the end of summer. The crime of killing his son overflowed Nan Hongzu's nerves controlled by drugs. He kicked Nan Yan, who was crying out of fear, off the hillside on the grounds that he was "not good". , and then wandered around Nan Zhuo like a hyena.The shapes in that rain were no longer people, but hideous beasts and shadows of nightmares.Nan Zhuo didn't dare to move, opened his eyes wide in the rain, and bit his own mouth to bleed out.

At that time, he already knew that life was not his birthright, and he needed to fight for it.

The torrential rain was pouring, and thunder rolled and filled the sky. When Nan Zhuo found Nan Yan, Nan Yan was no longer breathing.

He was knocked on the head by a stone on the road when he rolled down the hill, and the rain flooded the pool, and he fell in, but he couldn't swim.Blood spread on the water beside the reeds, Nan Zhuo hugged Nan Yan tightly, and his childhood was ended by the breath of death.

After Nan Hongzu woke up, he also regretted it.

"Fuck!" He kicked over the stool, "If I really want to keep only one son and kill him? It's not that I can't afford it! If I really want to do something, I should sell it! I can make some money by selling me! "

After he finished venting, he turned to Nan Zhuo who was standing by the door soaked all over, grinned, and said, "It seems that only you and I are left now, son."

The evening before Nan Yan's burial, Nan Zhuo climbed into the village chief's house through the window and stole the bag of fruit candies that Nan Hongzu brought to the village chief from the city.

Nan Yan said that he wanted to eat.

Nan Zhuo crawled on the darkening field until it was dark and cool.The sky was dark, and his eyes also became dark, and the bag of sugar was pressed on his chest, colorful in color, and it smelled sweet and greasy in the summer night.

Nan Zhuo ate one, a small green ball, with a bit of sour taste, it tasted like an apple.This feeling is really wonderful, the sweetness floods the mouth, the candy rolls between the teeth, the tip of the tongue and throat are already sore, and he is still sucking crazily.

But this beautiful taste has changed its meaning to Nan Zhuo, and the joy on his taste buds will forever recall his most tragic and terrifying memories.

He slipped home at sunrise and put the sugar in Nanyan's coffin.He touched Nan Yan's cold face on tiptoe, and wept in the silence of the early morning.

On the second day of the burial, Nan Zhuo was the only one who saw him off, and Nan Hongzu did not leave the house.Villagers on both sides of the road came out to watch, and whispered that Nan Zhuo was actually the nemesis of the Nan family, first an aunt, and now a younger brother.Nan Zhuo heard it, and looked back with blood-red eyes, which were as cruel as a wolf.

The delicate blood vessels in his eyes have been burst from crying, and those monster-shaped eyes are full of blood and tears, fused with a godless gaze, like a whirlpool, making the soft part of this body and Nan Yan Disappeared together.

He became indifferent, both to others and to himself.He hated Nan Hongzu, and the pleasure of the perpetrator came from the reaction of the victim, so he never cried when he was beaten by Nan Hongzu.Later, Nan Hongzu was arrested, and Nan Zhuo went to see him before the execution. The father and son looked at each other like enemies. Before Nan Hongzu was dragged into the car, he was still calling Nan Zhuo "animal".

"It's a beast," Nan Zhuo smiled, and he said, "You were born."

"You still know that I gave birth to you!" Nan Hongzu struggled his arms and said ferociously, "You dare to harm me! Damn...I'll kill you!"

"You can't kill me, you're going to die." Nan Zhuo stood beside the policeman, raised his thin chin, and stared at his father in a victorious posture.

Nan Hongzu was so thin in prison that his eyes were sunken forward.He had no strength, and was standing half-lifted by two prison guards, and said to Nan Zhuo: "You are a fucking monster...I gave birth to you because of my sins! How dare you treat me like this... ...You, you are patricide!"

"A tiger's poison does not eat its offspring," Nan Zhuo's eyes were full of mist, "Have you forgotten what you have done?"

"I haven't forgotten!" Nan Hongzu roared, "I should have kicked you down back then! Fuck!"

"Yeah," Nan Zhuo turned slightly, no longer looking at him, and said, "You should kill me."

The time has come, and Nan Hongzu was escorted away.The scolding stopped, Nan Zhuo turned his face sideways, and watched the last journey. He even calmly raised his hand and moved his fingers as a farewell.

The policemen present were very surprised, they were not even willing to look directly at Nanzhuo.A prison guard said something to a colleague, and Nan Zhuo heard it.

"This child is not simple." The prison guard said: "Children who have been traumatized will have bipolar futures, or they will have real skills and become big men... It seems that many very powerful people have been born in childhood. They are not happy...or else, they have to be like his father."

A few days later, Teng Yong'an accompanied Nan Zhuo to collect Nan Hongzu's ashes. Uncle Teng wanted to find a cemetery, but Nan Zhuo refused.He went to the beach, rented a boat, drove some distance, and scattered his father's ashes.

The ten-year-old child raised his hand without any hesitation.

The sky was clear that day, and the early autumn wind took away the evil that eroded the marrow and bone.The sea water was blown into ripples, and the thin clouds dispersed, revealing the light from the sky, shining in Nan Zhuo's eyes.He looked up to watch the last bit of dust dissipate, and finally smiled.

With crying laughter lingering in his ears, Nan Zhuo was supporting his body exhaustedly in front of his younger brother and aunt's grave, dizzy and numb in his legs, a little unable to stand up.

One hand held his arm, the palm was very hot, Nan Zhuo knew it was Xiao Guo.He barely stood up and left without looking back.

He didn't cry, as if he wasn't sad, but Xiao Guo understood that this was the numbness he was forced to have after a long period of despair.Just because he doesn't show it doesn't mean he can forget it.

When they sat by the pond at night, Nanzhuo broke some thin reed stalks, which were broken in the winter wind before they could grow taller.He moved nimbly with his fingers, braiding a few golden branches and withered yellow leaves together.

The moonlight illuminates the graves of Nan Yan and Nan Xiujuan, and the stars are shining quietly, but this scene is not scary, Xiao Guo just feels a little sad—sorry for Nan Zhuo.He turned his face to look at Nan Zhuo, and saw that the man was still concentrating on weaving something, and he couldn't see how he was in a mood.

Xiao Guo said, "Nan Zhuo."

"Huh?" Nan Zhuo responded without raising his eyes.

Xiao Guo wanted to say something, but felt unable to speak.After thinking for a long time, he finally followed his instinct and said, "Thank you."

Nan Zhuo raised his eyebrows and asked, "Thank you for what?"

Xiao Guo said, "Thank you for bringing me here, and..."

There is also a frankness close to cruelty, an unreserved past, and unknown pain.

Nan Zhuo said, "You're welcome."

He made a ring out of reed stalks, raised his hand and put it on Xiao Guo's head, but found it was too small.Xiao Guo smiled embarrassedly, Nan Zhuo also smiled, and put it on his head again.

He leaned over slightly, looking at himself in the water.The wind came in through the reeds and stirred his hair, and the long thin leaves hanging from the rings of reeds touched his long eyelashes.

There was only a little light left in the sky, and the birds took off from across the pond, flying low at the moment of darkness.Nan Zhuo looked up blankly, the tip of the leaf almost caught his eyes, Xiao Guo raised his hand to push it away.

Nan Zhuo still looked at the sky and asked, "Will I?"

Xiao Guo asked, "What will happen?"

Nan Zhuo said: "Become a person like my dad, commit crimes, become a psychopath... Am I already a psychopath?"

Xiao Guo shook his head and said, "No..."

"Xiao Guo." Nan Zhuo interrupted him, looking at him with gloomy eyes.His face looked better at night, because his complexion was too pale and a little gloomy.He asked again: "Are you afraid of me?"

"Don't be afraid," Xiao Guo said, "You won't become like your father. You look down, you are not like him at all."

Nan Zhuo really looked into the water for a while, and then said, "You haven't even seen my dad."

"I haven't seen it before, but I know you don't look like it." Xiao Guo said, "You will have real skills in the future and become a big shot."

Nan Zhuo smiled and said, "I don't want to be a big shot." He thought for a while, "I just want to live, and let everyone around me live."

The two sat very close, Nan Zhuo raised his face and looked at Xiao Guo, with pleading eyes, as if his wish would come true just by looking at it.Looking back, Xiao Guo's eyes are deep, firm and distressed. This person grew up in the most beautiful environment, so his eyes are connected to his heart without hindrance. Nan Zhuo never thought Xiao Guo's eyes were so beautiful before.

His eyes gradually turned red with tears, he didn't cry in front of his relative's grave, but now Xiao Guo was about to cry.

So he quickly turned his face away, retracted his legs from the bank, changed direction, and sat with his back facing Xiao Guo.

"Xiao Guo." Tears fell into the water drop by drop, and he said with trembling shoulders, "Don't look at me..."

There was silence behind him, and then the grass was rubbed against.Xiao Guo also changed his posture and hugged Nan Zhuo from behind.

"I don't look at you, but...I want to hug you." Xiao Guo rubbed the tip of his nose against Nan Zhuo's hair, and tightened his arms around Nan Zhuo's side.He said in a muffled voice with a little awkwardness: "Don't think so much, everything you want will come true."

Nan Zhuo's thin body trembled with Xiao Guo's every breath, the moonlight in early spring was not bright, and the wilderness was palpitatingly dark.Nan Zhuo almost thought that Xiao Guo was going to say something, but Xiao Guo didn't.

Not very well, the time was wrong, the place was wrong, he was not sober.Fortunately, Xiao Guo just hugged him so hard and for a long time, this person is very strange, he always seems to be able to guess what Nan Zhuo wants and needs.

In the end, they all gave up calculating the time, and adjusted their positions a few times in the middle. In short, Nan Zhuo found the most comfortable position in Xiao Guo's arms, and when Xiao Guo finally looked down, he had already fallen asleep.

The moon was already in the sky, Nan Zhuo's face was still tear-stained, Xiao Guo put him on his lap, and washed his face with river water.Then Xiao Guo carried Nan Zhuo to the hillside yesterday, put away the backpack, and put another coat on Nan Zhuo.Nan Zhuo is very light, being moved around by Xiao Guo effortlessly.Xiao Guo let him pillow his arm, and the two lay down side by side and fell asleep.

The night passed silently, and they were about to return to Yufang City.The next day, the two of them woke up without a night's delay, left Qihe Village without a word, and boarded the train.

On New Year's Eve, there was no one on the train going from the countryside to the city, only the two of them in the box.Nan Zhuo sat by the window for a while, then fell asleep again.

When Nan Zhuo fell asleep, Xiao Guo sat on the opposite bed and watched him curl up into a small ball, frowning and turning over constantly, sleeping very uncomfortable.Xiao Guo walked over and leaned over, carefully touched his pale cheek with his hand.

This is the living Nanzhuo. He was coveted in the pouring rain of the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the one in Qihe Village is a complete, real, flesh and blood person.Both strength and fragility have a new definition in Nan Zhuo. He can look at Xiao Guo with bottomless indifference when he is lying on the ground with his clothes stripped and his fingers broken, but he tries to escape Xiao Guo's simplest Caring, he can kill the pain without blinking, but he can't calmly bear Xiao Guo's gaze.

Nan Zhuo was very tired. When he closed his eyes, he could see the withered fields and the pond surrounded by reeds, and there was also a black and white cat, Huahua.But a thick warmth enveloped him, he smelled a very familiar smell, and his hands were clasped by the familiar temperature and strength.

Nan Zhuo couldn't figure out the cause and effect, but he didn't dream again.Pure darkness was his elusive dream, and he slept comfortably.

It was already very late when Nan Zhuo woke up, the lights in the carriage were on, and he could vaguely hear the Spring Festival Gala broadcasting in real time on the radio in the next compartment.Xiao Guo sat by the bed, held his hand, and stared at him firmly.

When he opened his eyes, Xiao Guo wanted to let go of his hand, but Nan Zhuo's other hand went under the quilt and grabbed Xiao's hand.Xiao Guo was stunned for a moment, and let him grab it.

He sat up, Xiao Guo asked, "Are you hungry?"

Nan Zhuo shook his head, he seemed to have rested and was in good spirits.

"Just now the conductor came to hand out glutinous rice balls, eat some." Xiao Guo pointed to the table, "I tasted one, it was sweet."

Nan Zhuo let out a "hmm", went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, and when he came back, he sat on the bed side by side with Xiao Guo.Xiao Guo touched the wall of the bowl, and said a bit embarrassed: "It's cold."

Nan Zhuo didn't care, he stared at the bowl of glutinous rice balls for a while, then suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth, silently "ah" to Xiao Guo.

Xiao Guo looked a little dazed, reached out to bring the bowl over, and fed him.

The red bean paste stuck to his lips, and Nan Zhuo licked it away with the tip of his tongue.He was in a much better mood, and smiled contentedly at Xiao Guo, with pure happiness in his crescent-shaped eyes without warning.

He swallowed the glutinous rice balls, looked out the window at the wilderness and the moon in the sky, and asked, "Is this trip fun?"

Fun is actually not an adjective that Xiao Guo would use, but he still nodded.The porcelain spoon and bowl collided and clanged.

"Thank you, Xiao Guo," Nan Zhuo said softly, "Thank you for accompanying me back."

Xiao Guo looked at him and said, "You're welcome."

"I..." Nan Zhuo originally wanted to say something, but when he saw Xiao Guo's schoolbag on the other bed, he asked slowly, "What is that?"

The cable on the outer layer of the backpack was opened a little, revealing two yellow leaves and curved reed stalks.Xiao Guo put down the bowl and said in embarrassment: "It's nothing."

Nan Zhuo rushed over nimbly, Xiao Guo got up to stop him, saying: "Don't, don't look..."

But Nan Zhuo had already embraced the entire schoolbag in his arms, and when he turned around, he said, "Why do I think it's..."

As soon as he turned around, he collided with Xiao Guo, Xiao Guo lost his strength and knocked Nan Zhuo onto the bed on his back.The bunk for one person is very narrow, Nan Zhuo is half leaning on it, Xiao Guo's arm on his side is smooth, with well-proportioned muscles.

The two looked at each other in this cramped space, Nan Zhuo couldn't hold it anymore, and slid down with his head up.

"Hug," Xiao Guo said, "I'm sorry!"

The atmosphere was a bit ambiguous, and the two returned to sitting side by side.Nan Zhuo took something out of the bag, it was the ring he wove in the reeds last night.

He raised his hand to put the smaller ring on Xiao Guo, and was amused by this man's appearance again.He asked, "What are you doing with this back?"

"Nothing," Xiao Guo's ears were red, "I think, I think it looks pretty, didn't you make it up..."

Nan Zhuo looked at him and asked, "Who looks good in it?"

Xiao Guo said, "You."

Nan Zhuo moved the ring to his head, with this face and such a make-up, he still smiled and said, "I'll show you."

Maybe he didn't mean anything else, but Xiao Guo's eyes revealed another meaning.Nan Zhuo slowly closed his smile, Xiao Guo took off the reed ring for him, both of them felt something, they moved their eyes away at the same time, sat upright with their eyes downcast, shoulders touching their shoulders.

The pleasant moonlight fell into the car, blending with the warm yellow lights. The Spring Festival Gala has come to the final part, and the chorus singing floated in from the next door, and the new year is coming.

Xiao Guo quickly moved over and kissed Nan Zhuo on the cheek.

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