Chapter 412 The first is mine (3)
As she spoke, the girl roughly thrust the entire bag directly in front of the boy.
"Take it."
"Zhou Ye, I can't have this."
Zhou Ye frowned and raised his face. The facial features on his small face were compact and just right. Although it was a little darker, it was so bright and flamboyant that people couldn't take their eyes away.
She was a bit forceful and threw the bag directly at the boy's feet. Without saying a word, she turned around and left.
"You..."
The refusal was fruitless, and Zhou Ye had already walked away. His slender figure made people couldn't help but think of the little hen in the yard that protected its young.
The wind on the mountain was getting stronger and stronger. The boy looked at Zhou Ye's back, and finally picked up the cloth bag on the ground and followed him with his long legs.
When they reached the village, Zhou Ye didn't give him a chance to speak. He turned around quickly and neatly and entered the yard.
The boy followed him to the yard, looked at the closed door, and finally put the bag down decisively, then turned around and continued walking up the mountain alone.
"Yu Jun, why didn't you go to school today?"
A voice sounded from behind, and the boy turned around and saw the person walking towards him.
He was carrying a black schoolbag behind him, wearing a clean T-shirt, and walked slowly towards the mountain.
Facing the dusk, two boys of about the same age walked side by side.
"Yu Jun, let me lend you today's notes."
"Thank you."
"I just saw you and Zhou Ye coming from Beishan together. Why are you playing with her when you have nothing to do?"
Yu Jun lowered his eyes and said calmly.
"Does it have anything to do with you?"
The boy walking aside paused for a moment. After hearing Yu Jun's inhumane answer, the boy shrugged, stopped and stopped walking up with him.
There was a small house on the top of the mountain, bathed in the orange sunset, and Yu Jun slowly walked towards the sunset. Zhao Shang withdrew his gaze, turned around and walked down the mountain. He walked all the way to the gate of Zhou Ye's house. He turned his eyes sideways and saw the cloth bag placed in the corner.
The bag is filled with round and big cherries.
Looking at the bag of cherries, Zhao Shang walked forward expressionlessly, raised one foot and kicked it hard.
Just like that, a bag of cherries was kicked over and the red fruits rolled to the ground.
Before walking away, the boy stepped forward again and stepped on the cherry with his two feet, causing a splash of red liquid under his feet.
It wasn't dark yet and the whole village had fallen into silence.
In the rough house on the top of the mountain, Yu Jun walked out of the kitchen, holding a piece of red and green fried chili in his hand, and then placed the chili on the wooden table in the yard.
In addition to a plate of chili, there is also a plate of steamed taro on the table. Next to the taro is a fish with almost only the skeleton left.
After placing the dishes and chopsticks, Yu Jun turned around and shouted towards the room.
"Grandpa, it's time to eat."
After a while, a rickety figure shakily walked out of the dark room.
Grandpa Yu, who was nearly eighty years old, could hardly walk. His thin body was supported by a wooden stick. When he came over, the old man was wearing a gray hat. Under the brim, there was a His face was as mottled and old as a dead tree, his cloudy eyes could hardly be opened, and his voice was trembling.
"Xiaojun is back."
"Well, grandpa, come over and eat quickly. Come on, sit down."
Yu Jun stood up, helped his grandfather sit down, bent down and put the chopsticks into his hands, and handed him the cooled taro.
"Eat, grandpa."
"Xiaojun, how was your class today?"
"Well, everything is fine."
(End of chapter)