You Huo kicked the aluminum pot with charcoal in the corner, and Lao Yu carefully lit the fire, causing the hearth to turn orange-red.
Yu Wen squatted by the hearth and threw wooden sticks in it dejectedly.
The fire shook, and he watched dully for a while, feeling that it was necessary to talk to someone about his feelings before dying. As soon as he looked up, he saw his brother standing beside him roasting his hands with a cold look of lack of interest.
Yu Wen considered for two seconds and decided to die quietly.
…
"Hey, what is that?" Lao Yu suddenly said.
You Huo glanced over there.
"I don't know what to call you." Lao Yu patted the woman with a big belly on the shoulder: "How can you stand in a daze and freeze here with your belly up? It's too careless, go over and bake. Don't suffer the cold, go back and get it Both lose."
The woman with a big belly was stunned for a while when she heard the words, and tears fell.
Lao Yu was taken aback: "What are you doing, what's wrong?"
The woman cried lowly: "I don't know if there is life..."
Having said that, she moved her chair and sat by the fire.
The woman cried for a while, and finally stopped. She said to Lao Yu with a heavy nasal voice: "By the way, just call me Yu Yao."
Lao Yu worked hard and said with relief, "I didn't expect to be a native, I see you and me..."
He glanced at You Huo looking at him from the corner of his light, and twitched his tongue to change: "... my son is about the same age, and he is very destined. If you come back out of this hellish place, we will wrap a big red envelope for you to fight against the bad luck and ensure the safety of mother and son."
The tattooed man muttered with a sullen face: "It's fucking time, and I'm still interested in chatting... Fuck!"
When everyone heard the words, their expressions froze, and they scattered, rummaging around the house.
It's just that other people are rushing to the topic, and the tattooed man is rushing to all kinds of self-defense hunting gear.
Youhuozhan didn't walk away, he warmed his hands, smeared a few times on the wall with the title written on it, and lowered his head to touch the sundries on the stovetop.
There were several bottles and jars on it, a pile of blackened coins, a few oddly shaped pebbles, scattered chicken feathers, and even a moldy pacifier that had been missed from some century.
Yu Wen saw that You Huo hadn't left, and he didn't dare to move.
He remembered what the teacher told them before the college entrance examination, so that they should read the questions several times when they had no clue. So he stomped against the wall, muttering repeatedly.
“A group of tourists came to Snow Mountain…”
“Tourist…”
"Snow Mountain..."
"his..."
After reading it, he found that the room was very quiet, and everyone looked at him with bated breath.
Yu Wen: "...I just miss it."
Lao Yu has the same problems as traditional parents. When there are many people, he hopes that his child will be a monkey: "What did you think of? Tell me about it?"
Yu Wen rolled his eyes: "No."
Everyone's faces were disappointed, and they continued to rummage.
Only the tattooed man was unrelenting. He looked at Yu Wen suspiciously: "Really? Don't think of something to hide and tuck?"
Yu Wen: "Why do I hide it?"
The tattooed man stared at his eyes for a while, making people very unhappy.
"Okay, better not."
This little hooligan may be used to threatening people, and every sentence is not pleasing. After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the hunting gear.
Yu Wen silently stretched out a middle finger and said in his heart, "Silly comparison."
This classmate just came of age before the college entrance examination, and is at the peak of narcissism.
In fact, it has only been two years since he became familiar with You Huo. Lao Yu said Youhuo spent time abroad to recuperate before returning to China from time to time. Every time I come back, I will stay at his house for two days.
Adding up to two days, it's actually not that long.
But Yu Wen learned something with the spirit of study that he had never used in his studies.
For example, there is a problem with Wandering's memory, and he has no impression of the people he has encountered in a few years. Recuperating abroad is also because of this.
Another example is that several elders in the family are a little afraid of him.
This point is really incomprehensible to Yu Wen. He asked Lao Yu a few times, and Lao Yu said that he doesn't do business all day long and just think about it.
After a long time, he thought it was normal again.
After all, even the little hooligan who just met in this room is a little afraid of being confused.
Relying on his brother's presence, Yu Wen planned to yell at the tattooed hooligan and get mad at him twice. As a result, when he turned around, he found that You Huo had long since disappeared.
Yu Wen: "… Where's the person?"
Yu Yao with a big belly asked, "Who are you looking for?"
Her body is inconvenient to move frequently, and she can't rummage around the room.
Yu Wen: "My brother."
Yu Yao: "He went over there."
She pouted at the other side of the room.
…
This house is actually not small. There are three rooms on the first floor including the living room. There is an old wooden ladder in the shadow of the corner, which is connected to the small attic above.
It was really dark and crowded because there were too many things stacked and so many people crowded.
The bedroom doors on the first floor were locked, and the locks were mottled with rust and oddly constructed.
What's even weirder is that there are roosters hanging on one door and hens hanging on the other.
The two chickens were drained of blood, but their feathers were neatly combed, and their heads were smashed to the same direction, looking strangely terrifying.
When Yu Wen came over, You Huo stood in the shadow by the door.
Scary than chicken.
"Brother, what are you touching in your hand?" Yu Wen rubbed his goosebumps.
"Have you ever seen an axe?" You Huo raised his eyes lazily.
"Have seen..."
Yu Wenxin said that he panicked just because he had seen it. Why did you carry the axe so well
It's okay to carry it, You Huo is holding the small hand axe loosely, and the thumb of the other hand carelessly touches the blade.
"I walked around the house, did you think of any clues?" he asked without looking up.
"Ah?" Yu Wen was a little at a loss, "What should I think of?"
Youyou looked at him.
He was tall, and he always looked half down. The eyes are clear and light brown again, and the eyelids are very thin. It looks good if it looks good, but when there is no expression, there is a sense of distance.
It's hard to say anything else, I can't feel the affection anyway.
Yu Wen was too cowardly: "You give an example."
Youyou: "What are the questions related to Snow Mountain?"
Yu Wen: "...I don't know much."
Youyou: "You didn't go to school?"
Yu Wen: "I'm on..."
You confused: "Is it for the dog?"
Yu Wen: "Learn a little skill... Three long and one short, choose the shortest, three short and one long, the longest, two long and two short, choose B, and unevenness, choose C. Physics basically depends on this."
Confused: "… "
Yu Wen: "There is one more important point."
Confused: "… "
Yu Wen: "Learn to give up."
Confused: "Go away."
Yu Wen suspected that if he continued, the axe would stick to his forehead, so he shyly shut up.
His dear cousin finally retracted his eyes, too lazy to look at him again.
After a while, Yu Wen couldn't hold back and asked another question: "Brother, what are you doing with this?"
"Looking for a pen." After You Huo finished speaking, he snorted coldly with a little disgust, and threw the small hand axe the size of a palm into a waste bucket.
Yu Wen stared at the axe: "What are you looking for???"
Youyou said, "Pen."
Yu Wen felt that there must be a madness between him and You Huo.
However, You Huo didn't pay much attention to him, and after that, he climbed up the attic along the wooden ladder.
…
Picking and picking, time flies extraordinarily fast.
The red-painted numbers on the walls are always changing inadvertently, from 6 to 5 to 4 again.
The time for the first roll-up is getting closer, and everyone is getting more and more anxious. There is no clue, no clue, and there is something similar to the countdown to the college entrance examination hanging there.
Under high pressure, there will always be people who are desperately ill and go to the doctor.
When You Huo came down from the attic, Yu Yao, a woman with a big belly, was dipping a small black bottle with her hand, trying to write something on the answering wall.
A strong sour smell emanated from the bottle, like inferior ink that had been left for a long time, but the color was a little different from the ink.
It's probably a little rusty brown because of the dim light.
"I...Is it okay for me to take pictures like this..." Yu Yao's face was disturbed and his voice was flustered, as if asking for confirmation from others, "It has nothing to do with physics..."
"The question has no information at all, who knows what can score!" A bald little middle-aged man scolded with a gloomy face: "I suspect that there is no fucking correct answer! It's empty now, wait until the end of six hours , empty or empty, if you can’t run left or right, you will die.”
He glared at Yu Yao again: "Do you have the guts to write? If you don't have the guts, I'll come!"
Yu Yao shivered, and her wet fingers still landed on the wall.
She made two strokes, but found that the water on her fingertips did not leave any traces on the wood and stone walls, and the strokes disappeared the moment she wrote them.
It was accompanied by a very subtle sound of water.
It's like being swallowed by that answer wall...
"I-I can't write..." Yu Yao panicked.
"How is that possible! Not enough ink?" Bald stepped forward, dipped a full finger in the ink bottle, and forcefully painted on the answering wall.
The result is the same as before.
The long slap had disappeared before it was dragged to the end.
The faint sound of water was looming.
Bald was stunned for a while, and his emotions suddenly lost control: "No... why can't I write? It must be that there is not enough ink... Not enough ink... Yes... "
He reached for the ink bottle.
Seeing that a whole bottle of ink was about to be splashed on the wall, his bald hand was suddenly held down.
He turned his head and looked at him, You Huo looked down at him, and shouted impatiently with a cold face: "Don't be crazy, the wall is not right!"
The bald head struggled subconsciously for a while, his face turned red, and he couldn't pull his hand back.
"Yu Wen." You Huo turned his head, "Give me the hemp rope by the wall."
The bald blushing and thick neck competed with him: "What are you doing?!"
You Huo flexibly tied a knot with one hand, and twitched it around him... and tied it together with his arms and hands.
Classmate Yu Wen was stunned: "Brother... What did you do before? How could you be so skilled at tying?"
Wandering light-colored eyes swept toward him.
Yu Wen just remembered... His brother may not know it himself.
Bald was thrown on the broken sofa, and Wandering recapped the bottle of "ink" that he didn't know what it was.
The moment the bottle cap was tightened, everyone in the room heard a soft sigh.
"Who?!"
Everyone's cold hair stood up.
After the last stain on the answering wall disappeared, a line of words suddenly appeared in the blank space:
Violation Warning: Not using qualified test stationery, the proctor has been notified.
Invigilator: 001, 154, 922
The rooster crowing suddenly sounded inside the house.
Yu Wen almost screamed in fright. He grabbed his brother's sleeve and turned his head to look at the source of the sound.
I saw the neck of the rooster hanging on the door turned a twisted angle, staring at the door with dead eyes.
You Huo raised his foot and was about to walk towards the gate, but Yu Wen fell on his sleeve like a dead dog, trying to drag him. In the end, he was taken with him to the gate.
Outside the window, in the heavy snow that was swept up in the wind, three figures quietly approached.
The one in the lead was tall, with short black hair and a slim coat. Even just the outline can see the figure is tall and strong. When he walked to the door, a gust of wind blew diagonally, and the snow mist was dazed.
He lowered his head and blinked slightly, and the snow particles fell from his eyebrows. When he raised his eyes again, the dark eyes reflected a little snow, which just collided with the wandering in the house.
You Huo touched the earring almost unconsciously.
Yu Wen whispered in his ear with a mosquito humming volume, "You don't know each other, do you?"
You Huo frowned and whispered, "Forget it."