Yin Yang paper

The outskirts of City H are surrounded by mountains. It is more appropriate to say that it is a temple fair than a "mountain fair". The large and small pavements stretch from the foot of the mountain upwards, and there are all kinds of traditional crafts, which are really dazzling.

Yang Ao and Zhou Xingye got out of the car and walked up to the previous stall to look at the stalls. Anyway, they didn't want to buy anything, but they came to join in the fun, which was exactly what Yang Ao always wanted to have a two-person world.

An old man in front who bought candied haws yelled, "Fresh hawthorns~~sweet candy balls~~"

Yang Ao's eyes lit up and he pulled Zhou Xingye to run over, picked the biggest one and said, "I want to eat!"

Zhou Xingye told him very seriously: "You just pulled your teeth last year, so eat less sweet and sour food."

The corners of Yang Ao's eyes twitched, he held up the candy ball and bit his teeth halfway: "I just ate it, what the hell!"

Zhou Xingye looked at him calmly, reached out and took out his wallet: "How much?"

Yang Ao raised his nostrils arrogantly and walked up, as if he broke into another world.

The acrobatics and monkeys that have disappeared in the market for a long time, and the sugar figurines, clay sculptures, and paper-cuts that have gradually withdrawn from the market, seem to be carefully hidden in a corner of this unknown city by an old man who loves collecting. Put them out one by one to bask in the sun, for people to come and pay their respects.

Yang Ao looked over with special interest, and suddenly saw a stand alone under the banyan tree, a square table with a large white paper pressed on it with stones, and a flag erected beside the table, which read: Palmistry, fortune telling.

Yang Ao was so happy, the candied haws on his lips were tasteless, and Zhou Xingye rushed to crack down on counterfeiting: "Blind man, look quickly, a job grabber."

Zhou Xingye glanced faintly, the man was wearing a long gown, a melon skin hat, and a pair of round-rimmed glasses like those in the period of the Republic of China, which looked quite similar.

"En." Zhou Xingye responded, meaning he saw it.

"Hey, do you think he really knows how to fake it?"

Zhou Xingye adjusted his glasses and said, "I don't know, Fu Mao should know something."

"Then... why don't you go make a fuss?" Yang Aote wanted to watch a play, feeling itchy.

"Don't go."

"why?"

"That's his way of making a living. I can't use coercive means to cut off his livelihood."

Yang Ao curled his lips, thinking that Zhou Xingye was really boring, he didn't ask him to fight, he just wanted him to use his knowledge. . .Have a fight. . .

Yang Ao's eyeballs rolled around: "Hey blind man, it is said that the big taboo of fortune-telling is to count yourself. Since you can't count yourself, then others can?"

Zhou Xingye tilted his head in confusion and said, "What do you mean?"

Yang Ao snapped his fingers, stuffed candied haws into Zhou Xingye's hand, ran over and sat opposite the fortune-teller: "Master, tell your fortune."

I don't know if this master is a real master, anyway, Yang Ao is polite, and the real master is still getting him sugar balls later.

The people who set up the stall were enthusiastic when they saw customers, and poured out a bunch of belongings: "Is it still a peach blossom if you approve a horoscope? You can draw a lot if you want, or you can write a word and let me see? Don't worry, no." for free."

Yang Ao silently took off the title of master for him: "Ah...not me, but for him."

As he spoke, he pointed to Zhou Xingye, who was slowly approaching behind him: "Calculate his recent fortune."

The vendor squinted his eyes and poked his glasses: "Okay, customer, let's write something."

Zhou Xingye shook his head: "Let's draw a lot."

If he wrote the words, he must also have a glimpse of his own thoughts from the side, and it is not allowed to write once he has this thought.

The stall owner was very talkative, and flicked the sieves to make room for him, and put the stick on the table with a snap: "Please."

Holding candied haws in his left hand, Zhou Xingye swayed the stick with his right hand, picked out one he liked and handed it over: "This is it."

The stall owner smiled and took it with both hands, just glanced at the sign, and his expression became a little more serious: "This..."

Zhou Xingye said: "But it's okay to say."

The stall owner was only in his thirties, and the old god touched his chin (he didn't have a beard, so he didn't know what to touch), shook his head and said, "It's an ominous sign, this is the lottery."

Yang Ao was not happy when he heard it, hey, it’s not bad for you, he dared to slander my blind man, and his tone became dissatisfied: "Fart, you just say 123, I will listen!"

Zhou Xingye squinted at Yang Ao, dissatisfied with his foul language.

The stall owner turned the sign over and read it to him: "The dragon sings and the phoenix breathes, the water floods the lower pit, the house leaks and the boat sinks, misfortune and fortune depend on each other."

Yang Ao had a headache from being surrounded by this string of words, and when he looked at Zhou Xingye behind him, he looked a little uneasy.

"Can you explain?" Yang Ao asked shamelessly.

"This lottery isn't bad, but it's really not good." The stall owner shook his head and saw that Yang Ao was about to go to the table to scold him before he explained seriously: "This dragon sings and the phoenix breathes, and the dragon will sing." It's this handsome guy, as for this phoenix, it naturally refers to this handsome guy's spouse, ah yes, are you married?"

Yang Ao picked up a fan and smashed it on his head: "It's none of your business! No!"

"Oh, oh, then, it doesn't matter, but according to the lottery, this phoenix should have already appeared, so you should pay more attention."

Yang Ao's eyes were about to burst into flames, where did Feng come from!I'll break her wings for her!

"Go on!"

"Oh oh oh, let me say the last two sentences, you two should know that the water is flooding the lower Pi, it seems that this disaster is unstoppable, it is coming menacingly, and the house is leaking and the boat is sinking, it means that it cannot be avoided, it is God's will, According to this situation, handsome guy, I am afraid that you, Feng, will be full of disasters, and also, since ancient times, there have been many troubles for women, so it is impossible to come to you in a smooth sailing, you have to wait."

"Damn!" Yang Ao cursed with folded arms.

"Um... But you don't need to worry, isn't there a last sentence of blessings and misfortunes? After passing this hurdle, you will see a rainbow after the storm, and the dragon and phoenix will sing together! Then, let's congratulate the handsome guy in advance, haha. Hug the beauty back as soon as possible!"

Yang Ao's fingers creaked and creaked, and he hugged the beauty as soon as possible?Oh, hug you big head ghost! ! !

Just as he raised his fist and wanted to brainwash the attendant, Zhou Xingye stopped his hand in the air, and Zhou Xingye took out a red ticket and handed it over: "I entrust you with a good word."

In the cheerful farewell of the stall owner, he dragged Yang Ao away, from under the banyan tree to the end of the Banpo temple fair.

"Let go of me! Blind man, why are you stopping me? That stinky fortune-teller is talking nonsense about him! If I don't give him a hard look, he thinks he's a god!" Yang Ao cursed and had nowhere to vent his anger, and kicked him aside. On the big rock, then grinned and hugged his legs and started jumping high.

Zhou Xingye didn't make a sound, but he was thinking about the sticks just now while he was twisting the sticks of candied haws that were about to melt.

When he smoked, he didn't think of anything else, but Yang Ao.

This lottery is different from writing. You can assign several meanings in writing, and you can say anything from one horizontal stroke to another, but this lottery is a given. If Zhou Xingye approves this lottery, he can only explain it. worse.

If the dragon refers to himself, then the phoenix. . .

Zhou Xingye looked at Yang Ao who was still jumping, his eyes behind the sunglasses were so deep that he couldn't see clearly.

"Let's go." After a while, he said.

"Huh? So let's let go of the man who is talking about running the train?"

Zhou Xingye took Yang Ao's hand and led him down the mountain: "Or else? My Zhou family won't have trouble with the stalls where people eat."

Yang Ao hummed and chirped twice, forgiving the man because Zhou Xingye took the initiative to lead him.

Zhou Xingye said: "Let's go back tomorrow, Zixiu's study must continue."

"Okay..." Yang Ao was a little reluctant.

Down the mountain road, I happened to meet a team of lanterns on the mountain. Rows of red lanterns lined up from the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, forming a big "zigzag" shape with red light near the evening.

Yang Ao thought it was very beautiful, and turned his head to look at Zhou Xingye with a smile. Zhou Xingye's face seemed to melt into the fog in the evening in the mountains, and the wide sunglasses reflected the redness in the distance, like clusters of candles.

Yang Ao thought, where would this person be and what would he see to show a different expression?Instead of being so calm like a lake, the wind does not wrinkle the surface of the lake, and Yang Ao laughs and scolds at the side, but it can't splash a little water.

After watching the lighting ceremony, it was almost 07:30. Zhou Xingye drove Yang Ao to Qu’s house in a car. Zhou Zixiu had to be around at night. The child was slightly claustrophobic. Someone is with you.

There were not many cars on the road, and Zhou Xingye opened the window to take advantage of the evening wind. The two of them silently watched the passing trees and the asphalt road that seemed to have no end.

Yang Ao struggled with the seat belt buckle for a long time, and finally said, "Blind man, do you really like me?"

Zhou Xingye was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't expect Yang Ao to ask such a question suddenly, he paused before nodding: "Yes, I like you."

"But... why didn't I feel it??" Yang Ao complained.

Not that he thought so, but the fact that he couldn't help thinking so.

Three years ago when Zhou Xingye revealed the truth about his falling into the pond, it was also a confession from the side. The two seemed to know each other, but Yang Ao still had a bit of shyness in it, so he never took the initiative to take a step forward.

And Zhou Xingye didn't go any further.

The lives of the two people were not the same after that, and because of Zhou Zixiu's joining, their getting along with each other was even shorter.Compared with Qu He and Qu Shuo's sticky greasy getting closer, they seem to have paused in place, and there is a tendency to elongate in the opposite direction.

Yang Ao didn't study any books, and he didn't have any great wisdom or cleverness. He didn't know how to resolve this embarrassment, and he was afraid of messing up Zhou Xingye's arrangements.

But now, the children can make soy sauce, and they don't even kiss a single one.

The more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more angry he became, the more wronged he became. Yang Ao silently swallowed his snot and swallowed: "You and I are not happy together, at least, you are very unhappy."

Zhou Xingye's hand holding the steering wheel slipped and then stopped, turning his head to look at Yang Ao who turned his face to look out the window: "Is that how you see it?"

"Ah, otherwise? What's the matter with us!" Maybe it was stimulated by Qu He, maybe it was because the lanterns and candles I saw today were so beautiful, maybe it was because the surroundings are quiet and the breeze is good, Yang Ao held back his words for a long time He spit it all out: "Originally, your family couldn't agree with you and me, so I acted as if I was close to the door. You didn't even say a word of confession, and I just followed you and didn't leave, but the two of us What is it? Are you in a relationship? What have you been talking about for three years? You see, Qu He and the others are in love, and they are not tired of living. Do we seem to be able to live? What if I live? Being able to live with you without saying a few words all day long, I am no different from being a widow..."

"Squeak———" Yang Ao's words were interrupted. He opened his eyes wide and tightened his seat belt to look at someone who suddenly turned to the side road and braked suddenly: "You, you, you, kill and silence you!"

Zhou Xingye turned off the fire and took a deep breath, slowly took off his sunglasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, he smiled softly and said, "I thought you liked me like this."

"Huh? What?"

Yang Ao was still immersed in Zhou Xingye's sudden brake.

Zhou Xingye stared sideways into Yang Ao's eyes, and Yang Ao's heart beat uncontrollably: "You once said that a man should be mature to be liked, and children are the most annoying."

Yang Ao thought strangely, I said so?When did you say that?Didn't I say it when I was drunk, why don't I remember. . .

Zhou Xingye curled the corners of his mouth, and the corners of his eyes followed suit: "I'm younger than you, Yang Ao, but I want to be your reliance, not an immature kid who can only talk about love. Education does not allow me to do this, and I don't think you will like me just because I act like a baby or cling to you."

Yang Ao swallowed and listened to Zhou Xingye continue: "I have been to so many places with you since I was a child, whether it is the beach, the snow mountain or the waterfall, you like everything, but I don't like it, I am a quiet person. People who can't speak, are not good at talking, but in fact, I also have something I like very much."

Yang Ao moved his lips: "...Where? Where?"

Stars bloomed in Zhou Xingye's eyes, scattered from the dark night, and landed on Yang Ao's heart with a crackling sound: "I like the place where you are."

Yang Ao's breathing stopped suddenly.

"So I can't see how lively the beach is, what else is growing on the snow-capped mountains, whether there is a treasure cave behind the waterfall, I just need to see you." Zhou Xingye slightly lowered his head and smiled wryly: "I... don't have Qu Shuo I am not as lively as Qu He, and I am not as lively as Qu He, and I am just me. From the age of three to the age of 23, until the last second I can live in this world, I will only like you You, watch you, protect you."

Yang Ao's neck was choked by tears unsatisfactorily: "Speaking is better than singing."

Zhou Xingye smiled and stretched out his hands to pinch Yang Ao's cheeks on both sides and stretched out: "Zhou family, don't lie."