What if you don't want to fall in love with the school bully?

Yang Shaoqing curled his lips, jumped up from the bed, opened the door and took Jiang Qixiao's backpack into the room and pulled it away. He found Wangwang Snow Cake, French Bread, Small Twist and Potato Chips. He smiled, "You Why don't you bring me something spicy."

"This is all I usually eat. It's too urgent, so you can just make do with it." After wiping his crotch, Jiang Qixiao threw the tissue into the trash can, feeling a little worried, and tore open a small baguette I took out the packaging bag and put the paper towels in it to make sure there was nothing to see before letting go.

Yang Shaoqing was overjoyed, "Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you see it, I'm a young and good young man, normal and normal."

"Shut up, you." Jiang Qixiao gave him a blank look.

Yang Shaoqing picked a salty potato chip from the snacks, tore it open and crunched it and ate it.

Jiang Qixiao rubbed his hands, remembered something, hesitated and said, "You...don't you wash your hands?"

"..."

Yang Shaoqing's movements stopped, and he lost his appetite in an instant.

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Jiang Qixiao pulled a tissue and wiped his palms, "Go on, go on, I didn't see anything!"

"...Damn." Yang Shaoqing was speechless, threw the potato chips away and rushed outside to wash his hands several times under the faucet.

Jiang Qixiao followed with a suppressed smile, and after Yang Shaoqing finished washing his hands, he also went to wash his paws under the faucet, and when he dried them with a paper towel, he put them to his nose and sniffed them.

Yang Shaoqing smiled, walked over and hugged Jiang Qixiao's shoulder, "Do you still want to lick it?"

"Get out." Jiang Qixiao rolled his eyes at him, and pulled the handcuffs from his shoulders, "I don't want my hands to smell weird when I eat later."

Yang Shaoqing pursed his lips, went back to the room and took out the potato chips and continued to chew. He hadn't eaten all day, and he was really hungry right now, so he ate up a large piece of potato chips in two or three bites, and opened his mouth to eat the rest The residue poured into the mouth.

Jiang Qixiao sat down on a clean stone at the door, and said casually, "Aunt Li... when will the funeral be held?"

Yang Shaoqing's body froze for a moment, swallowed, threw away the packaging bag, tore open a pack of Wangwang snow cakes, put them in his mouth, took two bites, stared at the other side, and said, "I will be buried tomorrow."

"...Well." Jiang Qixiao's fingers randomly pulled the young grass that had just grown beside the stone, "You...don't be too sad, just like I said just now, she definitely wants you too..."

"Yeah!" Yang Shaoqing interrupted him, "I know."

Jiang Qixiao sighed, Yang Shaoqing's aggressive appearance made him very distressed. Although he had vented in a certain way just now, the knot in his heart could not be solved just by saying it.

"I... also hope you can live a good life." Jiang Qixiao said in a low voice, "In a correct way."

Yang Shaoqing turned to look at Jiang Qixiao with complicated eyes.

He knew what Jiang Qixiao meant by saying this, very clearly and clearly, Jiang Qixiao hoped that he would be a normal person.

but……

"It's too late." Yang Shaoqing lowered his eyes, his expression a little hurt, "It's too late."

I like you, I can't control it, and I don't want to control it.

It's just that I like someone, why is it abnormal?

"Okay," Jiang Qixiao stopped the topic in time and stood up from the rock, "Let's go over there for dinner, don't talk so much now."

He was afraid that if he continued to listen, he would soften his heart.

Isn't it true that he likes Yang Shaoqing? He knows it's a mistake, but he still can't resist and wants to get closer. He can't refuse anything about Yang Shaoqing. Seeing that Yang Shaoqing likes him, he can't make the same response.

Jiang Qixiao's heart was so sad that he really couldn't bear it anymore.

The longer I stay with Yang Shaoqing, the more I like him, the more I can't let go.

I really like Yang Shaoqing so much.

What the hell should he do.

Yang Shaoqing hummed softly, stood up and locked the door, leading Jiang Qixiao to the mourning hall.

In the early spring of March, the soil is moist, and the shoes are covered with shoes when you step on it. The air is very fresh, with the breath of spring, fragrant and fragrant.Probably because he had already walked through it once, this time Jiang Qixiao didn't complain like he did on National Day.

Aunt Li's family's mourning hall may be due to the special way of death, so it is not too big. There are only a few tables of people, all of whom are villagers who are related to her husband.When Yang Shaoqing and Jiang Qixiao passed by just in time for lunch, it was probably Aunt Yang who had told about Jiang Qixiao in advance, and everyone was not curious, with serious expressions, and handed Jiang Qixiao a piece of white cloth.

Yang Shaoqing helped Jiang Qixiao tie a circle around his head. Of course, Jiang Qixiao would not refuse the rules of other people's land. He obediently followed Yang Shaoqing to knelt and kowtowed a few times in the mourning hall of Aunt Li's house.

After they finished their meal, Yang Shaoqing didn't have much time to talk to him. With a bamboo pole in his hand, he knelt around a few coffins with those people until midnight in a strange way, and there were several people sitting at the door playing musical instruments. The farmer in his mouth has been chanting the hard-to-understand Heart Sutra.Jiang Qixiao didn't know what song he was playing, but it sounded very captivating anyway.

Maybe it's because Aunt Li's actions are too extreme, and a special ceremony with rich customs is needed?

It was his first time to participate in this kind of funeral for a countryman. The atmosphere was more straightforward than reading a horror novel. When the breeze blew, he didn't dare to cast his eyes randomly, for fear of seeing something he shouldn't see.

Jiang Qixiao sat on the chair and watched Yang Shaoqing stand and kneel and walk around, then leaned against the wall in an extremely uncomfortable position and dozed off in a daze, the sky was still dark when Yang Shaoqing pushed him awake of.

"Are you going back to sleep?" Yang Shaoqing, who hadn't slept all night, looked a little more haggard, with a bad complexion.

"Are you going with me?" Jiang Qixiao covered his mouth and yawned softly.

Yang Shaoqing shook his head, "Bury, I will follow up the mountain."

Jiang Qixiao stood up and stomped his feet. His whole body was so sore. He stretched his body and said with red eyes, "I'll go with you."

"You can go to sleep for a while, I'll be back soon." Yang Shaoqing said.

Jiang Qixiao insisted, "I'll accompany you."

The more vulnerable Yang Shaoqing was, the more he wanted to stay by Yang Shaoqing's side and accompany Yang Shaoqing through these difficult times.

Yes, he did have selfish intentions, he was worried, and he had to see it with his own eyes before his heart would be at peace.

Yang Shaoqing took a deep look at Jiang Qixiao.

If there were not so many people at this moment, he really wanted to hug Jiang Qixiao and kiss him deeply!I want to swell Jiang Qixiao's mouth!

"You follow me." Yang Shaoqing patted Jiang Qixiao on the shoulder, "It won't be long."

Jiang Qixiao nodded.

After five o'clock in the morning, he went up the mountain with a group of villagers, and the scenes he saw would inexplicably coincide with the scenes of zombie movies in his mind, making Jiang Qixiao want to see if Yang Shaoqing was still there every time he took a step. After all, it would be bad for such a good-looking child to be taken away by a female ghost.

It was the first time in Jiang Qixiao's life that he had this kind of experience. He was scared but also found it very fresh. He witnessed how the countryside in the southwest region buried the dead.There are six members of the family, only Xiao Yuer's younger brother, grandparents, and father have big coffins, and Aunt Li and Xiao Yuer use unpainted and bad coffins.

Jiang Qixiao didn't know the reason, and didn't dare to ask.

As an outsider, he warned himself that silence is golden at any time to the extreme.

curiosity kills the cat.

It was past eight o'clock in the morning when everything was done, Jiang Qixiao was so sleepy that he yawned, and the Yang family still had things to do, so Yang Shaoqing took him back home to catch up on sleep.

When Jiang Qixiao returned to the bed after washing his face, he saw Yang Shao lying with his back facing him.

This was the first time that Yang Shaoqing didn't force him not to turn his back on something. He was a little uncomfortable, and gently hugged Yang Shaoqing from behind, put his head on the person's shoulder, and said softly: "If you want to cry, just cry." Cry, I'm here."

These words made Yang Shaoqing's emotions so full that they were about to overflow suddenly exploded.

Seeing with his own eyes the dead body of his beloved person buried in the ground, digging a hole and burying the coffin in the ground, and personally experiencing the feeling of wanting to help but not being able to do anything in time, his tear glands collapsed, and he kept complaining about Aunt Li in his heart , why not wait for him.

Why can't he wait for him to grow up and end everything so hastily.

Xiao Yu'er still has the chance to get out of the mountains and get in touch with new things from the outside world. The younger brother's cleft lip and palate is not incurable. As long as he has money, he can help them with anything and let Aunt Li return home. It belongs to my own home, why don't you wait for him...

Yang Shaoqing's shoulders twitched uncontrollably, he covered his eyes with his palms, and cried out with his mouth puckered.

Jiang Qixiao sighed a few times, increased the strength in his hands, held Yang Shaoqing tightly in his arms, and gently kissed his hair.

He couldn't empathize with the people Yang Shaoqing had known since he was a child, and he didn't understand anything about what he had experienced, but he knew that Aunt Li was very important to Yang Shaoqing.

He could only hug Yang Shaoqing desperately, hoping to reduce Yang Shaoqing's inner pain by this way.

Yang Shaoqing cried intermittently in a very low voice, without stopping, crying out all the emotions from hearing the news to after the burial, and finally fell asleep when he was tired.

Jiang Qixiao was so sleepy from his crying, and after gently covering Yang Shaoqing with the quilt, he walked out of the room.

Jiang Qixiao was in a melancholy mood, and suddenly wanted to smoke a cigarette. After seeing Yang Shaoqing feel so bad for Aunt Li, he changed his mind about staying here for a year or two before going home to see his parents.

He fears.

I'm afraid that something will happen to his parents before he goes back.

Jiang Zirui's work is abroad all year round, so it is inevitable that there will be places where he can't take care of his parents. Lin Ze has also stopped. If he stays here all the time... it seems meaningless.

The common people put filial piety first, and having no descendants is already a great unfilial piety, so why should he not be with his parents in his old age?

Jiang Qixiao sighed, turned around and glanced at the Yang's hut, with dark currents in his eyes.