Chapter 74: chapter 74

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Du Ruo slipped out of bed to see, Jing Ming had returned to the house, and the door was closed. I want to knock on the door, and I'm afraid he's asleep.
The day was bright, and she was doing her housework for a while.
After more than half an hour, Jingming opened the door.
Du Ruo's family didn't have a special breakfast. Last night's leftovers became hot and served on the table for breakfast.
During the meal, Du Ruo watched Jingming carefully. He was really lacking in spirit and uninterested. The whole person looked a little tired and his face was not good-looking. As soon as he didn't speak, Du Mu was ashamed, the low pressure in the room.
He never noticed.
After having breakfast, he put down his chopsticks and said that he would go to sleep and go back to the house again.
Du Mu asked nervously what happened to Du Ruo.
Du Ruo frowned: "Can you leave him alone?"
Du's mother and grandmother returned to the room. If there was no quietness, they were afraid to make Jingming sleep.
Du Ruo finished packing the stove, went out to feed the chickens, arranged the vegetable garden, and chopped pigweed. When she fed the pig, she sighed at the fat piglet, and couldn't kill the pig to feed Jingming, and went to the zhaizi to change some lamb later?
At home, inside and out, the sun has risen to the treetops, and the dark forest has turned into a green at night. Light and shadow shuttle, bird calls crisp.
Du Ruo looked at the mountain, and after thinking for a while, returned to the house and found a small bamboo basket to tie his waist. He would go out with a small sickle.
After passing the patio, Jingming just opened the door and saw her like this: "Where to go?"
"Go pick something in the mountains. Are you going for a walk?"
"it is good."
The two went out and walked up the hillside after walking around the house.
Du Ruo was still not very good at seeing him, and asked, "Did you just fall asleep?"
He vaguely said "um".
She hesitated for a moment, and whispered, "Isn't you used to living?"
He froze and said, "No. Don't think about it."
"I'm okay, my mother is so nervous. Seeing you didn't sleep, she didn't sleep well all night."
Jing Ming was silent.
"The conditions are a little bit bitter. You will take a moment."
Jingming still didn't answer. After a long time, he asked, "have lived here since childhood, do you feel bitter?"
Du Ruo was asked, pulling his head: "I haven't thought about it. I'm used to it." He chuckled again. "You look at the treetops and you might run into a squirrel."
Jing Ming listened and looked up.
In the morning forests, the air is moist and fresh. The golden sunlight was dripping from the tall pine beech wood, and a beam of light was cut in the forest. Fine dust and water vapor floated, dreamlike.
Under the sun, the green leaves are as emerald as if they can drip water. The world is extremely quiet. Birds and finches jump among the branches and howl; little squirrels shake their big tails and run around, babbling.
Jing Ming's eyes slowly dropped—Du Ruo was one meter away, wearing local national costumes, loose white embroidered tunic and cloth pants, exposing his thin wrists and ankles.
He followed her all the way, wondering whether it was because of the forest or something, and the tiredness gradually dissipated.
Du Ruo went to a tree and crouched, and pried away the thick dead leaves and pine needles on the ground. She carefully removed it with a scythe.
Jing Ming squatted aside and looked at it strangely, "How do you know there's underneath?"
"I picked it here a few years ago." Du Ruo put the fat matsutake in a small bamboo basket, and covered the pit on the ground with fallen leaves. "Protect its roots, and it will grow again next year."
Jing Ming took out the matsutake in the basket to see it, it was soft and tender, and it was very moist. He felt good when he felt it, so he scratched his nails.
Du Ruo: "The chicken, duck and fish are inferior. But the wild mushrooms in the mountain, you can't find it better elsewhere ... hey, what are you doing with it ?!" Take it and put it in a small basket for protection.
Jingming: "Cut. It was not eaten by me at the end."
Du Ruobai gave him a glance and continued to look for mushrooms. Xu is in a good mood and walks lightly.
Jing Ming glanced at her back and unconsciously bent the corner of her lips.
She planed under this tree, dug it, and filled it with a small bamboo basket: "This is also matsutake. This is boletus, penicillium, chicken fir, chanterelle ...
Jing Ming's brain hurts: "I'll go. What about the mushroom meeting, do you know each name?"
Du Ruo: "Grow up here, how can you not know?"
Jing Ming: "You're a little girl picking mushrooms. You're almost out of your feet carrying a small bamboo basket."
Du Ruoqi laughed.
The basket was full and went down the mountain.
Du Ruo said, "Go back and take another way. Take a look at the terraces in the mountains, okay?"
Jing Ming said, "OK."
A gurgling speech came from the mountain path, and a group of children with schoolbags passed by, looking curiously at Jingming, an alien.
Du Ruoxiao laughed: "Go to school."
"Yeah."
One of them was a baby girl with big eyes, dark skin and some shyness, wearing a small white embroidered tunic and cloth pants as small as Du Ruo.
Jing Ming glanced at her more and asked, "Is this the case when you were a kid?"
Du Ruo: "Almost."
Jing Ming: "What ethnic group do you have?"
Du Ruo: "Bai."
Jing Ming: "Is the Patriarch so black?"
Du Ruo glanced at him immediately: "Poisoning you with mushrooms!"
He hesitated, and asked, "Why carry a schoolbag and a bamboo basket?"
"Pick the pork on the way to and from school."
After going out for a while, my vision widened. Large and small terraces cover the mountains. The green in the mountains ranges from light to dark, with a touch of yellow, orange, red, and colorful. Scattered lakes are like broken mirrors.
The villagers in the fields wore buckets and worked in the fields. The young girl sang a mountain song, the song was melodious, echoing in the sunny mountain forest.
Du Ruo took a small sickle and walked on the field with his back, humming the song involuntarily while walking,
"The mountains and clear water show the sun is high, okay, how good the wind is, the little boat is holding it up, it shakes all the way, for the sake of the sweetheart, why do you get up early ......
Jing Ming listened to her singing a fine tune, watching her ponytail dangle on the back of her head, and the sun dyed her fine hair into gold.
Suddenly he was quiet and silent.
But after a while she sang the second paragraph: "For that sweetheart, why can't you sleep ..."
"..." Jing Ming yanked his eyebrows and didn't hold back his spit. "I'm going, you folks are really showing off."
Du Ruo turned and kicked. He responded very quickly and stepped back.
She didn't kick, gave him a white look, and continued walking.
After a field, the busy woman in the field looked up and smiled, "Chunya is back?"
"Well, I returned last night."
Jing Ming saw the woman, in her thirties, carrying a baby on her back, and two older ones playing on the field.
"How is Bitch?"
"Well, no big problems."
"How long will you stay here?"
"A week."
"Go to my house for dinner."
"It must be empty."
Chat for a while and leave.
The woman looked at Jingming curiously, turned her head to coax the crying child on her back, and lowered her head to continue working.
Far away, Du Ruo said, "Just that was my elementary school classmate."
Jing Ming did not believe: "I see her in her thirties."
"Exaggerated! She is as big as me. Very clever, but the family is poor. After elementary school, she wo n’t go to school to help her with her work." She was a little emotional, "so I especially thank my uncles or aunts, otherwise I will be like them . "
Jing Ming was silent for a moment, and asked, "How do you know that they are not happy?"
Du Ruo hesitated and smiled, "Yeah. But I'm not the same as them. I've seen the outside world and can't come back. After seeing better scenery and then stuck in the same place, I will definitely not Be willing. "
What she said really touched him at this stage, and said, "Yes .... I like it very much, but it doesn't seem to work for me to live here forever."
She glanced at him and smiled: "Your situation is different from mine. You are born into a wider world."
She found somewhere on the terraces and sat down.
He sat down and looked at the open world, saying, "You are not easy. No wonder my parents always praise you."
"It's okay." She smiled at the boundless terraces and mountains, and said, "Look at the mountains and the sky here. When I was young, they were like this. It hasn't changed now, like eternity. In front of nature Human beings are very small, and no pain or bitterness is worth mentioning. "
Jing Ming: "It seems that your family is prone to philosophers."
"..." Du Ruoheng hummed. "Your family is prone to sarcasm!"
The two sat in the mountains for a long time, talking about the sky with the wind, and went home again looking at the scenery.
Du Ruo stewed the lamb chops bought from the stockade, washed the sliced ​​mushrooms and sliced ​​them, half cooked and made clear soup, half stir-fried with ginger, garlic and pepper, and then picked the loofah cucumber and pea tips from the vegetable garden, and fried A few plates of side dishes.
Serve on the table, the smell is fragrant, all the atmosphere of the mountain. The freshest mountain game, the city can't reach the distance.
Du Ruo asked, "Is it delicious?"
Jing Ming nodded.
She breathed a sigh of relief: "You finally said it was delicious."
Jingming: "When did I say it was not delicious?"
"Last time I made you a sandwich, you said it was ok." She chopped rice in silence.
"Do you still hold any grudges?" He bent his lips.
She raised an eyebrow.
He looked invigorated, and Du Mu breathed a sigh of relief.
He ate halfway through and found that Du Mu almost ate only greens, and sandwiched a pile of mushrooms and lamb chops into her bowl.
Du's mother was flattered and yelled, "You eat yourself—"
Du Ruo: "Just give it to you, don't grind."
Du Mu obediently ate food.
Jing Ming had a good appetite for this meal, and swept away Du Ruo's dishes. At the end, he said, "I will have that fat mushroom tomorrow."
Du Ruo: "..."
In the afternoon, Du Ruo sat in the yard and smashed the corn on the cob, and Jing Ming followed her.
Du Ruo said, "Don't make it, your hands will hurt later."
Jing Ming shouted dismissively and ignored her.
The result was tossing all afternoon, his hands were red, hot and spicy.
Du Ruo said with a smile: "Deserve it."
One day passed leisurely.
Du Ruo brought the dustpan containing corn kernels back to the stove room, wiped the broom, and came out to clean, but saw grandmother sitting on a small bench in front of the door, Jing Ming squatted in front of her, holding a cloud cake in her hand, peeling a small piece To grandma. After the grandmother had eaten slowly in her mouth, she peeled another piece for her. The skinny old man mumbled and spoke, Jing Ming couldn't understand, but patiently responded and talked to her.
Du Ruo smiled, and quietly backed away.
Before going to bed at night, Du Ruo cleaned the house and washed her clothes to dry on the rope. Jing Ming suddenly came over and asked, "Is there a doctor in the village?"
Holding the clothes on the clothesline, she wondered, "Does your hand hurt?"
He shook his head.
"what's wrong?"
"It's okay." Jing Ming said, taking a few steps, really embarrassed, and then returned, "I want to prescribe some medicine to help sleep."
Du Ruoyi said: "Ah?"
"Hurry when I came, I forgot to bring it."
"You mean ... sleeping pills?"
"Ok."
Du Ruo took a second or two, and then returned to God without rubbing his emotions. He wiped his hands and said, "If you have a doctor, I'll get you medicine."
"I'm with you."
"No. It's not easy to go to Tianheishan Road. I'll be a little faster by myself."
The night was heavy, and Zhaizi fell on the mountainside like a galaxy. Du Ruo's footsteps descended quickly, and a heart fluttered in his chest.
The grandfather of the drugstore thought she was eating, and told him, "It's not that I can't sleep, try not to eat."
Du Ruo nodded, took the medicine and quickly returned, ran to the door of the house, Jing Ming sat on the stone steps and waited for her.
"What are you running?"
"Go in and go to bed early." Du Ruo entered the house, took a glass and poured water, and brought it to him.
Jing Ming took the pill and looked at it, "What brand of medicine is this?"
Du Ruo was asked, "It was the doctor's order."
Jingming looked at her: "Will not poison me?"
"..." Du Ruo said, "Poison you."
He smiled, put the pills in his mouth, and took the water. She took the cup and was ready to leave.
Jingming: "Don't leave first."
"Ok?"
"I can't sleep for a while and a half. Chat with me for a while."
Du Ruo looked out of the door, his mother and grandmother were all sleeping.
She lowered the cup, sat cross-legged on the bed, and separated him from the hazy mosquito net: "What are you talking about?"
Jing Ming lay down and closed her eyes: "Whatever you want to talk to, I'll let you go before I fall asleep."
Du Ruo muttered, "I'm not your aunt," said again, "I usually take medicine, how long can I fall asleep?"
Jing Ming: "Look at the dose, look at the mood. Ten minutes to half an hour." Opening his eyes, "Can't sit still?"
"No," said Du Ruo, scratching his calf, and a mosquito flew around her.
Jing Ming stared at her for a moment, then suddenly sat up, picked up the mosquito net around her head, and when the mosquito net flew, took her into the tent.
Du Ruo's face became hot when she was facing each other, and the two were sitting opposite each other. His face was close at hand, and she wanted to get out: "I sit outside ..."
"Do you feed mosquitoes?" He pulled the mosquito nets back down, closed his eyes, and slightly reduced her cramp.
He lazily said, "I won't eat you again."
She blushed and yanked the sheets without squeaking.
In a small square covered by white mosquito nets, she sat cross-legged and he was lying flat.
At night, quiet. Seems to hear the bugs in the mountains and forests outside the window.
There was no one in the room for a long time, and he was lazy again: "I saw the stars last night. You said before, it was like dusting silver powder. That's right."
"Compared to New Zealand?"
"Not inferior."
"I don't believe it."
"Really."
She smiled slightly.
He whispered again, "I couldn't sleep yesterday, thinking a lot of questions."
"what is the problem?"
"It seemed like a wrong choice to leave at the beginning." He said without further explanation.
I was too proud, too fragile, and refused to face it.
And if you were there by the time you were with you, you might not have missed it for six years.
He undulated his chest slightly, closed his eyes, moved his hand, and her index finger caught her little finger.
Her heart was stunned in the night in the mountains.
She briefly touched his index finger.
"Yes, why is your mother afraid of me?"
"She has always been timid, and treats your family as benefactors, so she will be restrained and afraid." She said, poking her lips. "You came to my house when you were 14 years old, refused to enter the door, refused to eat, and refused to drink water. She was afraid of you then. "
Jing Ming opened his eyes: "Are you there?"
"Yes!"
"Why don't I remember?"
"Who knows you?" Du Ruo rolled his eyes and said, "Why haven't you fallen asleep?"
"It's slow." He closed his eyes and vomited. "I'll say you have a problem with this medicine. Maybe it's for diarrhea."
Du Ruo: "..." I wanted to kick him a little.
She continued to sue: "The reporter interviewed at the time asked me to send you flowers, and you gave me a hard look."
Jing Ming: "Impossible."
"That's true!"
Jing Ming thought for a few seconds and said, "It seems possible."
Du Ruo: "..."
He frowned: "Stupidly stupid, what kind of flower delivery .... Did the flower finally come to me?"
"..." Du Ruo said silently, "Of course it didn't happen."
"It's more like me."
Du Ruo: "..."
"You didn't talk to me at that time, but you only knew how to play with your mobile phone. But, ... do you remember, you gave me an orange-flavored hard candy. After it slowly melted in your mouth, Sandwich! I have never had that kind of sugar. "
For a while, no one responded.
She fixed her eyes on Jingming. He closed his eyes, breathing evenly and slowly. Fell asleep.
The appearance of his falling asleep was weak. Her heart softened inexplicably.
She leaned in quietly and looked at his full forehead, thick eyebrows, tall nose bridge, thin red lips. The jaw has sharp edges and corners, and green stubble appears faintly.
Why did the teenager of that year really become a man overnight.
She stretched out her left hand, blingbling her fingers in front of him, casting a spell, praying that he had no nightmares, and slept all night.
When he was finished, he carefully pulled out his right hand caught by him, got out of the mosquito net, slipped out of the bed, stomped off the lamp and covered the door.