Chapter 31

I have been cleaning up my new home these past two days. Although most of it is left to my aunt, I still have to take care of some personal items myself or adjust the decoration according to my personal preferences. And there are more and more things like housework being done. You originally just wanted to change the direction of the vase, but you found a little dust accumulated on the mouth of the vase, so you went to get a rag to wipe it. After wiping, I thought that since I had washed the rag, I might as well wipe the cabinet below. After wiping the cabinet drawer, I remembered that the CDs inside had not been sorted, so I put down the rag to sort the CDs... Well, it is a wise saying that lazy people are blessed. After everything was sorted, Mu Yao thought while stroking his waist.

 Two days later, Mu Yao went to see YY. He had just come in from the epidemic prevention station after getting his rabies vaccine. When he saw that the driver was taking him off, he casually asked, "Lu Sen didn't go with you?"

 "He's gone. He got out of the car and returned to the company halfway." YY took off his coat, sat on the sofa, lifted his legs, and took the trouble to observe the two black holes: "He has been busy with demolition in the Bay Area recently. I heard that the land is From Jianming Company?"

 "Well, yes, what a coincidence." Mu Yao leaned over to take a look: "It doesn't hurt much now, does it?"

 YY nodded: "下oyao, do you still remember Brother Lin?"

 "Of course I remember, what's wrong?" Mu Yao looked up at him.

 YY pressed the tight skin around the wound and said slowly: "Brother Lin's father is Brother Sen's father-in-law. It is said that Lu Sen helped a lot when he started his career."

 "...That's enough to disown your relatives," Mu Yao didn't know what to say. It's normal for a long-term debt to be a great favor, and he said, "But he's pretty good to you now, isn't he?"

 "Well... now." YY put down her legs, picked up the coffee on the table, and took a sip.

 The two of them had nothing to say for a while. It would be better not to say anything if it was superficial. If it was too deep, it would only add to their worries.

 "Let's go upstairs and see my masterpiece." After a while, YY suddenly stood up happily, downed the cup with a "thump", and pulled Mu Yao upstairs.

 "Masterpiece?" Mu Yao asked curiously, not knowing what other fantastic ideas YY had come up with. He followed him around several stairs and came to the rooftop of the top floor: "...that's it?" Mu Yao smiled but didn't smile. The potted flowers and plants surrounding the inner side of the railing have all been uprooted, leaving their bare roots breathing in the dazzling sunlight. There are open birdcages, empty fish ponds, loess, and garbage scattered on the ground... the entire rooftop is in a state of terminal illness.

 "Yes and no." YY led Mu Yao to kick away the mud balls under his feet and came to the railing: "Let me show you these." On the guardrail where the flower pots were originally placed, there were many large and small black bags.

 "What are they?" Mu Yao opened a bag curiously: "Rapeseed?!"

 "Yes, rapeseeds." YY carefully picked up a few of them like a caress and looked at the light carefully: "Have you ever seen a whole piece of rapeseed?"

 "No." Mu Yao looked at YY's eyes staring at the seeds. His eyes were completely different from his personality, almost transparent eyelids, lightly trimmed eyelashes, and thin, long light-colored eye clefts. , reaching the end of the line and lifting it gently, like the flying white at the end of a wild grass that has unfinished meaning but lacks the strength, casual, unprovoked, tired charm, and loneliness, the dark brown clear pupils make people inexplicably worried that they will be illuminated by the light. Piercing.

 "In front of my house is an endless field of rapeseed, overwhelming and endless." YY threw the rapeseed back into the bag and clapped her hands: "Wild dogs often mate in the field for an hour. It was a public toilet when we were young."

 "..." Mu Yao choked, thinking he was starting to express his emotions, but he immediately went to the toilet and asked, "Why is this bag so heavy?" At the right angle where the guardrails on both sides meet, there is a large, half-full black bag of garbage. The bag has sharp corners bulging through the film. The mouth of the bag faces the wind and flutters.

 "Tang mud," YY went over and took out a piece and showed it to Mu Yao: "natural fertilizer."

 "You have Ya性 farming?" Mu Yao laughed, took it, looked at it, and threw it back into the bag.

 "The earth planted us, so we should plant it back." YY laughed and said, "Material civilization should be dragged away and shot, and everyone should return to their hometowns to farm together."

 Mu Yao slapped him and laughed: "That dog was killed unjustly, and a philosopher was born from one bite."

 "Zhefu!" YY laughed: "I fooled you into taking it seriously. I was too busy. I made everything on this table by myself. Except for this bag of mud, I didn't ask any workers to help me. Lu Sen didn't even come. Yes, brother treats you well, right?"

 "It's an honor." Mu Yao smiled.

 The two chatted casually for a while. The autumn sun came warmly and left gracefully. Before long, it had fallen into the lush jungle made of reinforced concrete in the distance. Only a wisp of afterglow was left, dragging the thin clouds, looking at each other from a distance. , lingering to death.

 "Are you staying for dinner?" YY asked Mu Yao behind him as he went downstairs.

 "No, Jian Ming won't go out tonight, I have to go home." Mu Yao replied.

 "Oh, we are in a good relationship, so I won't keep you here anymore. Come back when you have time." He said as he sent Mu Yao out.

 After walking two steps down the doorstep, Mu Yao stopped YY: "Go back, don't walk too long, I see you are limping when you walk, the wound is quite deep, isn't it?"

 "It's okay." YY stopped and was about to say goodbye when he raised his eyes and said, "Brother Sen is back too."

 Mu Yao turned around and saw that Lu Sen had just entered the iron gate and nodded and smiled when he saw him. Mu Yao was about to return the favor with a smile, but he saw Lu Sen's eyes narrowed, his eyes froze for a moment, and he rushed toward him at an incredible speed like an arrow from the string... No, it should be a leopard with precise calculations, with its front paws arched. , after gathering momentum for a long time, it suddenly pounced and exploded, and then, the world turned upside down...

 A loud "bang" sound with the lingering sound of "puffing" made Mu Yao's brain go numb, but his eyes were still stuck in the dark, swirling, and cloudy eyes of the man above him. The intimidating coldness made him shudder.

 "Are you okay?" Lu Sen pulled away the palm that was holding his head, got up from him, and took him along.

 "...No." At this moment, Mu Yao felt pain in his back and a sense of fear. There were clouds of soil scattered on the ground in the garden and wet pond mud...

 Mu Yao held his breath and raised his head. The boy who was laughing and talking about the rapeseed field on the rooftop just now was still standing where they were facing each other before. There were large black corpses in plastic bags spread out under his feet. On the cheek, a narrow scar passed across the chin, revealing blood drops in the afterglow, bright red.

 "YY..." Mu Yao was speechless.

 YY smiled: "I've scared you, go back quickly, I won't send it away." Then she put her arms around Lu Sen who was approaching and said, "Tonight's soup was made by me under the guidance of the cook. Go back and change it." Take the clothes and try them."

 "Haha, okay." Lu Sen put his arm on his shoulder and entered the room together.

 Mu Yao walked out of the iron gate of the garden in a daze. There was a black Benz in front of the door, the windows were open, and Jia Jinping was sitting in the driver's seat: "Get in the car, Brother Sen will give you a ride."

 Mu Yao put his hand on the handlebar and calmed down for a long time before recovering from the thrill, opened the door, and got in.

 When they got home, Jian Ming had already come back first. Seeing Mu Yao's back was covered in mud and dust, he asked in surprise: "What's wrong with 下o Yao?!"

 "Just now in front of Lu Sen's house, mud fell from the rooftop. Fortunately, he pushed me away in time," Mu Yao said with lingering fear: "Otherwise, I would have become a piece of meat."

 Jian Ming frowned and asked, "Why do you drop mud so easily?"

 "YY went up there to plant vegetables." Mu Yao absentmindedly went back to his room to change clothes. YY's eyes at that time were stuck in his head, and he still couldn't get rid of them. Lu Sen's actions made him even more worried and confused. For a moment, no one could tell whether the mud hit him or YY's head. So why did Lu Sen pounce on him? Could it be that...the man in Yao Mountain that night...was him?!

 Mu Yaoyi's reaction to the identification results was surprisingly cold and calm. After a long silence, she told Mu Yao the time when she would return to S city and said there was no need to send the car off. From beginning to end, she didn't mention a word about her thoughts on this matter. It seemed that it had nothing to do with her at all. Before hanging up, she said: "下oyao, I wish you happiness."

 Her reaction made Mu Yao feel relieved, surprised, and a little vaguely uneasy, but the specific content was not traceable. Between him and her, language, a direct and effective method of communication, has long been abandoned. Everything relies on speculation and feeling, and the result is naturally ambiguous and ambiguous.

 Mu Yao has never tried to break this abnormal state, and Mu Yaoyi is naturally the same. The continuation of abnormality is the norm, and normality is reassuring. Moreover, between them, it is better to remain vague about many things once they are settled. Of course, except for the matter of conciseness, now it involves Lu Sen. But even so, Mu Yao didn't intend to ask further, as the binding force of habit was extremely powerful.

 Time passed so leisurely for two weeks. Mu Yaoyi's phone rang Mu Yao's cell phone late one night. It was a bit hot that night, and the air was motionless. It was sticky, sleepy, and accumulated for the next day. of cold rain.

 Mu Yao didn't sleep deeply, so she picked up the ring after the second ring. There was a storm on the phone, and her voice was dry and rapid, intermittent, like the flickering street lights in the rain, shivering, illuminating the surrounding darkness. Ru Ming's horror: "Mu Yao, do you believe in retribution?"

 Mu Yao woke up instantly: "I never thought about this."

 "I believe it..." Mu Yaoyi said with a chuckle.

 The green fluorescence of the bedside alarm clock showed that the hour hand was pointing to 4 o'clock: "Why haven't you rested yet?" Mu Yao opened the quilt and sat up, only to realize that he was covered in sweat from just sleeping, and his thin pajamas were naked in the air, faintly sticking to his vest. Chill.

 "The rain is too heavy..." Mu Yaoyi's voice was blurred by the raindrops, "Mu Yao, do you think there are ghosts in this world?"

 "Of course not." Mu Yao frowned: "What's wrong with you?"

 "It's nothing," Mu Yaoyi said louder: "This house is too old, and there are shadows of the past everywhere. When I wake up at night, I can always see my mother sitting on the roof opposite, watching me cry."

 "How is that possible? Didn't you get a good rest recently?" Even if she agreed to let go, it would still be uncomfortable: "Why don't you find a place to travel, walk around, change the environment, and relax? What's the current weather in S City? , it must be uncomfortable because of the humidity. If you don't sleep well at night and you're not in a good state of mind, it's easy to think about things." Grandma was buried without even seeing his face. How could she be sitting on the roof opposite?

 "I don't want to go... Mu Yao, do you still remember when you were a kid and put paper boats in the pond in front of you?" Mu Yaoyi's voice suddenly became brighter.

 "Remember," Mu Yao said with a smile: "When I was 6 or 7 years old, right? I tore off all your letter paper, folded the planes and paper boats, and sank them into the pond one by one. Haha, I even got a beating from you. ," he searched for the fragments of those memories: "It seems that since then, you have prohibited me from going to that pond, but I will always sneak away quietly when you are not around."

 "Haha," Mu Yaoyi said with a smile, "Actually, I beat you that day because I was afraid. A child had just drowned in that pond, and I was afraid that you would fall in too."

 "...Really?" Mu Yao smiled, but she never said it to him.

 "Also," Mu Yao said coquettishly: "When you were in elementary school, one autumn, I took you to have a picnic..."

 "Well, remember, we brought everything except the pot." Mu Yao thought of that annoying but pleasant short trip, the dazzling yellow leaves all over the mountain, the long grass as soft and messy as a mattress, and that little head peeking into his head. Yes, silly hare.

 "Haha, it would be great if time stopped at that moment..." Mu Yaoyi chuckled and said, "In the past, there didn't seem to be that much rain in the autumn in S City."

 "Memory is always selective. At that time, we were all happy..." Mu Yao raised his face and said softly.

 "下oyao, you are my good boy." Mu Yaoyi murmured in a nasal voice.

 "Will, haha." Mu Yao pursed his lips and his eyes gradually became moist.

 "If you can find time at the end of the month, come back and see me. Don't worry, I'm just old and afraid of loneliness." Mu Yaoyi said to Mu Yao before hanging up.

 "Okay..." Mu Yao put down the phone took out a clean pair of pajamas and put them on.

 Sometimes she would go far away, but her brakes would be fast and smart. When he thought she would be pestering her, she would completely disappear. Once she appeared, he would not be able to refuse any of her requests, although he and she both understood that a woman could never Get the man she created.