There is plenty of rain in the south in summer. On the third evening when they didn't go out to put geese due to the weather, Yi Hui and his sister each moved a small stool, sat under the porch, lowered their heads and scanned Weibo.
Seeing that Yi Hui was replying to the comments one by one, Jiang Yimang persuaded him like someone who came over: "Oh, it's a big one anyway, so don't reply to every comment. If you have nothing to do, go to the square and take care of national affairs."
Yi Hui followed the words and went to brush. He didn't see any major national events, and when he looked up, he saw the popular headline "Zhou Jinheng ordered a ring and is suspected to be getting married".
Jiang Yimang leaned over to look at it intentionally or unintentionally, and exaggerated: "Wow, the ring must be super beautiful!"
Yi Hui didn't click into it, he swiped his finger to scroll down the interface, and while browsing, he asked, "Idols are getting married, shouldn't you be sad?"
"Ah? Why am I sad?" Jiang Yimang covered his heart with his hands, looking longing, "I am a career fan, and I will be happy when he is happy in life... I am still waiting to be a bridesmaid!"
Since typing that line into sight, Yi Hui's thoughts were stuck like a rusty machine. After he absentmindedly flipped through the popular Weibo, he sat alone at the door for another half an hour.
After becoming smart, the first truth he understood was that the world is never fair, and that there is no reward for hard work. Those things that he has never been able to achieve in his entire life, there will always be someone else holding it effortlessly.
The raindrops hit the roof and slid down the brick-red tiles. The water vapor steamed by the high temperature in summer was dispersed in the air into a long mist, and the temperature was gone when it drilled into the skin and flesh along the pores.
Yi Hui shuddered and wrapped his coat tightly.
No wonder he always felt cold no matter how muggy the weather was.
The light rain turned to heavy rain, and the heavy rain was accompanied by strong winds.
In the afternoon of the next day, the town government sounded the red alert, and the typhoon rolled up by the tropical cyclone approached the quiet town at a speed of nearly 40 meters per second.
Yi Hui has not personally experienced this unique climate in the southern coastal area. While checking information on his mobile phone curiously, he followed his mother to reinforce the doors and windows.
The house where the Jiang family lived was built in the 1980s, and after decades of wind and rain, it is still standing upright. It stands to reason that the sturdiness can stand the test. However, this typhoon did not pass by or swept its tail. After the meteorological station predicted the path, it was determined that the cloud wall area around the eye of the wind would directly pass through the town, and its power should not be underestimated.
Aunt Qiu, whose ancestors lived in the town for generations, also raised her vigilance uncharacteristically. After finishing her house, the Jiang family helped. Even Dr. Liu, who was far away in the city, also called to remind Yi Hui to pay attention to safety.
Everyone worked together for a busy meal, and each window glass upstairs and downstairs was pasted with tape in the shape of rice.
After posting, Yi Hui remembered the pot of iron jasmine he took care of, and moved a few pots of flowers from the yard into the house. Aunt Qiu took the trouble to nag again: "Personal safety is more important than anything else, Xiaohui, you Don't rush out when you hear something, the wind is strong enough to blow you away."
As soon as Yi Hui heard this, he began to worry about his goose again. People can fly, isn't the goose about to be blown away
He rushed to Aunt Qiu's house in the heavy rain, helped Uncle Qiu to heighten and reinforce the fence, and tied ropes to each goose's leg. The wind got stronger on the way back, and the umbrella couldn't hold it. Yi Hui was blown by the wind and almost hit a telephone pole. When he got home, he took a shower and didn't bother to look at his phone. When he returned to his room, he saw a screen full of new news. It was made by Doraemon.
Yi Hui stuck out his tongue and replied: I'm here, I just went to eat and take a bath, it's raining so hard outside, how could I go out [Doraemon smiles]
Doraemon didn't quite believe it: really didn't go out
Yi Hui sat on the bed, pulled the blanket to wrap his body, and whispered, "Actually, I went out, but it's just a while, don't be so fierce..."
The two have known each other for so long, in addition to being able to judge Dora Hem's emotional state between the lines, Yi Hui has gradually mastered the skills that can calm the other party down.
For example, now, he can obviously sense that the other party wanted to question him first, because his soft words not only directly avoid being educated by people younger than him, but also gain a thoughtful comfort.
Dora Hem first sent a string of ellipses, and then said: Forget it. The weather is bad outside, stay at home and don't go out. If you are afraid, send me a message and I will accompany you.
Yi Hui was warmed by the words "I'll accompany you" and said, "Didn't you just come home from a business trip and feel very tired? It's getting dark, you should go to bed first, I'm not afraid."
That being said, tension is unavoidable.
With awe for nature and an unspeakable curiosity, Yi Hui stayed awake until late at night. When the wind was at its strongest, he listened to the roar of the wind with his own ears, and watched with his own eyes the typhoon ravaged the ground outside the window, showing the insignificance of mankind in front of nature.
The small lamp hanging outside the courtyard was blown to and fro, and in the end, it still couldn't stand the toss and shattered to the ground. The last light source of vision disappeared. Yi Hui, who was lying by the window, shivered, and then immediately lay down. Pull the blanket up to the tip of your nose and force yourself to sleep.
However, after the usual sleep time, Yi Hui was full of energy at this moment, and all the senses in his body were dedicated to work. The sound of the window being blown by the wind was about to catch up with his heartbeat. Various pictures of natural disasters from the TV were played out in his mind. He felt that if he died again, he would definitely be scared to death by himself.
The phone beside the pillow vibrated suddenly, Yi Hui took it to the bed and looked at it, still Doraemon: The wind is a bit strong now, hold your Doraemon in your arms, close your eyes, and it will be over in a while.
Yi Hui was embarrassed to be seen through, but the fear dissipated a little: "I'm not, I'm not afraid... By the way, how did you know that I have a Doraemon doll?"
Doraemon: Because I'm Doraemon's brother.
Yi Hui burst out laughing: "No wonder he is so powerful, he knows everything."
The doll was given by Jiang Yimang two days ago, and Yi Hui has been sleeping with it for a while. Rolling the furry doll at the end of the bed into his arms, Yi Hui changed his posture, lying on his side with his back to the window and said, "Then do you know why the typhoon was named?"
Dora Hem: The name is just a code name, for the sake of convenience.
"But our names were given by our parents when we were born, and they all contain different meanings and expectations." Yi Hui raised his hand and wrote the word "Hui" in the air with his fingers, "I was given a name. , everything will be different.”
Doraemon: Such as Xiaohuixia
Yi Hui laughed again: "Don't call me that, it feels weird."
Doraemon: What's your name
Yi Hui held the phone and thought for a while, then held down the voice button and said solemnly, "Call me Huihui."
Huiguang's Hui, not gray gray.
Since they mentioned their parents, the two took advantage of the situation to chat about topics related to their mothers that they had hardly exchanged with each other.
Yi Hui even guessed, "Hmph's mother must be very beautiful, right?"
Doraemon: How do you know
Yi Hui said, "I've seen your photos, two of them. From your hand shape and outline, you can see that you are a handsome guy, and the handsome guy's mother is definitely a beauty!"
Doraemon seems to be persuaded by this logic: awesome. [awesome]
While Yi Hui was proud, he also had some regrets: "Alas, I didn't see you last time I went to S City, and I lost the chance to see the handsome guy with my own eyes."
Dora Hem: Is being handsome your criterion for choosing a mate
"No, it's fine." Yi Hui said solemnly, "My mother told me not to look for such good-looking people. Good-looking people are easy to be promiscuous. I have a friend who recently made a boyfriend and looked at the gentleman. , In fact, spending time is terrifying."
Doraemon: ... Not necessarily.
"Yeah, not necessarily." Yi Hui changed his posture again, lying on his back on the bed, looking at the mottled ceiling above his head, "I've only seen one who is very good-looking and very dedicated."
Too bad it wasn't for me.
The two chatted for more than half an hour, until Yi Hui gradually forgot his fear, squinted his eyes and started dozing off: "Why are you still not sleeping... Are you afraid of typhoons too?"
Doraemon: The typhoon did not reach S city.
Yi Hui curled the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Didn't I still scare you? I can't sleep so late."
Dora Hem sent another string of ellipses, saying: I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep.
Yi Hui held the doll in his arms and rubbed it around, and said in a loud voice, "Aside from being pretty, Hem's mother must also be very gentle."
The other party couldn't understand the logic, and he took the initiative to explain: "Hum, you are very gentle. You are so gentle with me, and it must be better for your boyfriend... You are so good, why is he willing to leave?"
Dora Hem was silent for a long time, and when Yi Hui was about to fall asleep, he sent a reply: I used to treat him badly.
Yi Hui yawned and mumbled, "Then treat him well now, take him home, and treat him well."
Doraemon: If it were you, would you be willing to go home with me
There was a typhoon and a heavy rain outside, but Yi Hui was drowning in a gentle village woven by a man named Dora Hem. It was like a dream but not awake, and a feeling of envy arose in his heart.
"Yes," he put aside the unforgettable pain for a while, and fantasized from the perspective of an outsider, "it should be..."
Who doesn't want to stay in their own home and be accompanied by their sweetheart like this
Even at the last moment of his life, he was still thinking that if that person opened the door now and came in, he would immediately forget the cold wind and rain he had endured and go home with him.
It's a pity that the door didn't open until the end, and the cold got into the cracks of the bones, soaking every inch of the bone marrow, and it couldn't be warmed again.
The typhoon came and went quickly. When I woke up the next morning, the sky was clear and the air was clear. The few clouds that refused to disperse blocked the sun in vain, but could not block the light that penetrated the clouds.
Last month, the town built an asphalt road that runs through the town. Several newly planted saplings were blown down overnight. Yi Hui took a shovel and replanted the fallen saplings with his neighbors.
A large piece of the fence at Aunt Qiu's house was also blown down. Yi Hui went to help after planting trees. He rode his bike to the hardware store in the town center to buy tools. By the way, he learned how to build a bamboo fence and what materials were needed.
Jiang Xuemei recently wanted to set up a plot of land in the yard to grow vegetables, so after Aunt Qiu's house was repaired, Yi Hui rushed to Zhennan without stopping to find a bamboo vendor under the instructions of passers-by, and negotiated the price according to the size and made an appointment. Just go home and pick it up tomorrow.
Yi Hui intends to learn to do it by himself, which not only saves money but also learns one more craft. In the evening, he told Dora Hem about it shyly. Knife? is it safe
"I'm not a child." Yi Hui said confidently, "Besides, I also hired foreign aid, so it's definitely fine."
Doraemon: Come on, Huihui!
Yi Hui, who hadn't heard his nickname for a long time, had a hot face, and said politely, "Hey, come on!"
In order to get the bamboo early, Yi Hui slept very early that night, but the boss who sold the bamboo was so enthusiastic that he took the initiative to bring the bamboo early the next morning.
The price negotiated yesterday did not include the labor fee. Yi Hui originally planned to ask Uncle Qiu to help him, but the owner of the house not only delivered the goods to his door, but also brought a full set of tools, saying that he would help him fix the fence before leaving.
Yi Hui was flattered. After thanking him, he tearfully posted a Weibo post saying "There are still many good people in the world."
There were not many fruit sellers in the early morning, and it took some time to pick watermelons. When I got home, the sun had already risen. Yi Hui walked through the back door and brought the bucket by the way, and just stepped into the yard when he vaguely heard the boss and his wife talking.
"Hurry up and leave when you're done. The price was high yesterday, but you can't really let him give the money."
"Do you only see money in your eyes? You've already negotiated a job. If you agree to someone else when you go back, you have to keep it a secret. I'll see how you explain it to people later."
"It's not easy, just say that I'm in a good mood today and I'm giving away an order for free. Who wouldn't want something free?"
"Also... That person is really strange. I've never seen such a request."
"Hey, who cares, people don't leave names when they do good deeds, we just need to get the money anyway."
…
Halfway through the chat, they found that Yi Hui had come in through the back door. The two of them immediately stopped talking, with embarrassed expressions on their faces.
Before noon, the bamboo fence was closed.
The husband and wife, who were busy for a long time, didn't have time to eat a bite of watermelon. They said that they still have to catch up with the next home, so they left in a hurry with the electric three-wheeler.
After sending the people away, Yi Hui went back to the yard and stared at the new fence for a while, recalling all the strange things he had ignored before, and his late doubts intensified.
Although the residents of the town are generally simple and warm, but they are so selfless and so good that they would rather help him regardless of their own interests
In the afternoon, when Jiang Yimang came back from school, Yi Hui followed her to her room. She planned to ask her if she had noticed anything weird recently, but she had no time to go to the movies with her classmates, so she put down her schoolbag and went out again: " Brother, I go out to buy drinks, and I won't come back for dinner at night, you remember to tell my mother for me."
After he finished speaking, he flicked his ponytail and slipped away.
Yi Hui had no choice but to ask another day. When I walked to the door, I heard Jiang Yimang's mobile phone issued a low battery alarm, thinking that it would not be safe for the little girl to go out at night if her mobile phone ran out of power, so she went back to pick up her mobile phone and plug it in to charge her.
After finally finding the charging head on the messy desk, the phone shook the moment it was plugged in. I thought it was the vibration feedback of charging, and I glanced at the screen inadvertently, and a new message came in.
Brother: I sent a new package, which is mosquito repellent. You have a bottle for your brother, and remind him to bring it when he goes out to sketch.
In a simple line of words, Yi Hui couldn't understand everything from the signature to the content. He didn't intend to spy on his sister's privacy, but he didn't understand it before the screen went dark, and subconsciously touched it with his thumb, and it was automatically unlocked.
Just stay in the chat interface, the familiar Weibo private message chat.
The moment he saw the familiar head portrait of Doraemon, what bothered Yi Hui all day was waiting for a blade to cut through the mess, and finally solved it.
Just not sure yet, with the idea of confirming, Yi Hui shook his hand and clicked on the avatar. The person who was chatting with Jiang Yimang was indeed called Dora Hem, and "Gover" was a note that Jiang Yimang added to him.
The most recent conversation happened last night.
- Everything is from you. To be honest, I feel like I'm cheating my brother every time... The brewing cycle for this surprise is too long, I can't hold it back anymore!
- Wait a minute, now is not the time.
- can I ask a question then
-Um.
-What the hell did you do to my brother in the past? You dare not reveal your identity even after you have done it? That's why my brother is stupid. I have no doubts at all. If it was someone else...
Nei Yihui didn't watch the next one, and couldn't watch it anymore.
For at least half a minute, his brain went blank, as if his soul had escaped from his shell, and he forgot to even breathe, except for a harsh buzzing in his ears.
When he recovered a little bit of consciousness, the word "liar" seemed to be infinitely copied, and then connected into a long and terrifying spell that bound his hands and feet involuntarily, trapping him in a narrow space that was tightly closed on all sides.
Yi Hui was so dizzy, his eyes turned black, and the chaos of heaven and earth was pitch black, comparable to the passing of a typhoon.
No, it is a hundred times more cruel than a typhoon, and everything it passes is razed to the ground, leaving no grass behind.
He thought that by changing his body and identity, he could get rid of the past and start over.
But he forgot how stupid he was. In his last life, he was deceived to death because of a false "like".
Going around, he actually walked back into the world woven by that person's lies.
It's also possible that it never came out.