Pick up an escargot and stew it home

But in just a few days, Yang Yuelou was so thin that he was about to be blown away by the wind.

The yard of the Yang family is much cleaner than before, and the weeds have been removed by the hardworking Yang Yuelou.Mother Yang was sitting on the rattan chair in the yard, slowly shaking her fingers but not stopping, she was doing needlework flexibly with a crochet needle.Who would have thought that a few days ago, she was still looking sick.

It's just such a leisurely afternoon, but because of the little light and shadow, it is stained with a little desolation.

Yang Yuelou was sitting at the door in a daze. Even in the back room, Qiu Qianzhong broke several bowls with nagging, but he couldn't turn his head away.She sat quietly on the threshold, looking at the thread in Mother Yang's hand.

"Xiaolou," Yang's mother turned her head and smiled faintly, "Bring my mother a bowl of tea, it's a bit thirsty these days."

Yang Yuelou stood up all of a sudden, walked quickly to the back room, and poured out the tea.

"Mother, the water is here." He walked to Mother Yang's side.After a while, she leaned back on the rattan chair and fell asleep.

"Clap" sound.

Broken bowl.

Yang Yuelou squatted beside Yang's mother, "Mother, the water you want..." He was trembling all over, reached out his hand, tremblingly, and touched Yang's mother's breath.

Like a still wind, still.

Looking at Yang's mother's face, from the radiant look to the yellow and black of the terminally ill, I feel terrified.There were tears in his dark eyes, and after a while, he put his finger on Yang's mother's shoulder, like a lonely child, shouting hoarsely, "Mother!"

"Your father is a martial artist, and you are his son, so you must be fine."

"Xiaolou, I'm sorry for you, I can't afford to support you anymore, I can only send you to sing an opera, it's my fault."

"Xiaolou is amazing. The King Xiang you played is much more powerful than your father." She sighed, "Hey, but, if you can participate in martial arts, will you definitely be able to go to high school?"

"Mom, don't leave me alone..." He coughed violently, and a fragment echoed in his mind. It was a midwinter night, his mother took him to a yard, and brought him to a master. .

At that time, he was still young, no matter how much he cried and made trouble, his mother just trembled and didn't speak, and walked very fast.Soon, there were only his mother's footprints left in the snow, and there was no one else.After a while, not even a footprint was left.

"Mother promised you that she will take you back..."

Now, her mother said that she would wait for him on Huangquan Road, and accept him as her son in the next life.

Can,

How could he not believe her at all.He angrily turned to Yang's mother, "You didn't come back after you left last time. If your son hadn't found you, how long would it take you to come to me? This time, are you going to abandon me again?"

In the quiet courtyard, no one could answer his question.

Yang Yuelou saw his mother's face getting darker and darker, and finally couldn't help crying like a lonely little animal, "Are you so anxious to see your father? Why, why can't you Spend more time with me, mother."

In the pitch-black eyes, a layer of scarlet light was gradually dyed.He yelled "Ah" at the sky!

The sky was getting dark, and a bright moon hung in mid-air above.

In the Yang family's yard, Yang Yuelou still kept his original posture and half leaned against the rattan chair.Beside him, Yang's mother had already died, and he was not afraid, even holding Yang's mother's cuff with one hand.

His hair has been loose, and his back is broad and stern, with black hair hanging down his back.When he walked to the front, his face was covered with scum, and his eyes were decadent, completely different from his previous appearance.This kind of Yang Yuelou was something Hou Xiaoyun had never seen before.

Hou Xiaoyun groaned in his heart, ran over a few steps, and threw himself in front of him, his lips moved, but he couldn't think of a word to comfort him.

He has spent the longest time with Yang Yuelou, and he knows his temperament the best, so how can he know what kind of position his mother holds in his heart.

Hou Xiaoyun pulled Yang Yuelou's hand back on Mother Yang's body.He didn't resist either, and looked at Hou Xiaoyun quietly, his pitch-black eyes seemed to have fallen into endless darkness, earnestly yet filled with endless tenderness, "Xiaoyun, now, I'm really an orphan. "

Such eyes are lacking in spirit, maybe it is because of the mourning that is greater than the death of heart, more like a dead person than him than his mother.

Hou Xiaoyun said, "Brother Shi, you still have me."

"Senior brother, those who die cannot be brought back to life, my condolences."

He turned his head and looked at the sky full of stars, his voice was almost hollow, "Okay."

But at that moment, Hou Xiaoyun clearly felt the trembling from Yang Yuelou.But his face was still like a deep pool, without waves.

With Hou Xiaoyun's hand, he stood up vigorously, and after staggering two steps, he showed him a warm smile in the past, "It's been too long, my legs are numb." He said again, "My mother loved watching my performances before she was alive. Wang. Junior Brother, you are just in time, join me, and we will sing "Farewell My Concubine" as a farewell to my mother."

The wind in the small courtyard is quiet, the red candle is shaking slightly, the red crisp hands are singing around the beam, the water sleeves are flowing with clouds, and the waist is lightly wrapped.

Yang Yuelou lowered his head, looking at the beautiful figure on the ground with the help of the moonlight.

Hou Xiaoyun lowered the cuffs he was holding, revealing a part, his bright eyes were like streamers, and his charming face was beyond stunning.

He sang, more seriously than ever before, with a calm tone and a low voice.

Yang Yuelou sang along with him, his eyes were resolute and sharp, and his eyes were sharp, like a hero at the end of his life, what his mother wanted him to be.

Before he finished singing, Yang Yuelou couldn't continue, he stepped forward, and suddenly hugged Hou Xiaoyun vigorously, as if he was about to lose him.

Hou Xiaoyun had always had some other feelings for him, but he thought that his senior brother might be a little fragile when something like this happened again under such a dark night.

He huddled in Yang Yuelou's embrace, listening to Yang Yuelou's heartbeat quietly.This is the first time, when both of them are awake, they are so close, so intimate.

It's just that Hou Xiaoyun's calculations were wrong, no matter how weak he was, it was impossible for him to have a sudden kiss.

Hou Xiaoyun raised his head stiffly, looking at Yang Yuelou's eyes, he always felt that he was going to absorb them all.He coughed lightly, and then took half a step back.

"Don't move," he sighed slightly, as if he was extremely weak, "junior brother, let me lean on for a while." After he finished speaking, he held his wrist with more force, and Hou Xiaoyun felt that his entire back was leaning against the wall superior.

After a long time of mouth-to-mouth contact, Hou Xiaoyun couldn't help but let out a low moan. He sang Hua Dan, and his voice was already charming.

Just when Yang Yuelou saw him off, he suddenly came back to his senses, and felt the breeze passing by for a split second.

The air seemed to be still, after a long time, Hou Xiaoyun suddenly cleared his throat, bit his lip halfway, and finally said the words he felt aggrieved, "Brother, I think we should have a good talk. "

Yang Yuelou's ancient pool-like pupils became deeper and deeper, and he gave a soft "hmm", "What do you want to tell me?"

My mind is still blank, but I have already spoken instinctively, "Let's not count the kiss at night when you were drunk, but what you said that morning, I also have the right to assume that you have not woken up from the wine and are still in a hangover." Finger Clamping against the wall, getting deeper and deeper, he gritted his teeth and finished the rest of the sentence, "Then tell me, what is your situation today, is it because you are really sad? Or," he said a little Not going down, lowered his head very low, "Just this time, you, just tell me, do you like me? I mean that kind of like."

This question was so anxious that he even dropped one of the accessories he was carrying.

Yang Yuelou looked down at his flushed face, picked up the bracelet on the ground, put it on his palm, and parted her thin lips, "No, I don't like you."

Hou Xiaoyun's biting lip loosened, and he knew it would end like this.He should have expected it.Otherwise, he would not have cared so much about those girls in the past, and his heart was very heavy when none of them left.

It's sad, but it's also like a big rock has fallen to the ground.Since he didn't have this thought, he would never show his emotions in front of Yang Yuelou again.Then, he raised a stunning smile, "So that's it, I understand Senior Brother. But in the future," he touched his lips, "You can't touch this place casually, even if we are Senior Brothers, Senior Brother Brother, don't you think it's weird to do this?"

He must hide his heart, otherwise, he will only be slandered and turned into pieces of broken glass.

He thought for a while, stretched out his hand to hold the bracelet tightly in his palm, and laughed twice, "Really, two big men, what kind of question are you asking?"

"Fool," a soft voice escaped from Yang Yuelou's mouth.

"What?" Hou Xiaoyun was stunned for a while, and he really didn't understand it when he called a fool.

He just thought, when did his brother's speech become like this, every word he said was full of guesswork.

Yang Yuelou whispered, "When you were picked up by your master when you were young, and practiced singing with you, I thought, how can there be such good-looking boys in this world, they are really prettier than girls."

A round of moonlight in the sky radiated white light, listening to Yang Yuelou talking about the past, Hou Xiaoyun was a little distracted for a while.

"Being able to sing an opera with you is the greatest luck in my life. I think, every time I go to the temple to pray, besides making my mother recover, that's it. If I can succeed in this, it means that the temple is still It works."

Yang Yuelou saw that he moved a little further away from him unknowingly, frowned, touched his shoulder, and leaned him into her, "So, it's not as simple as liking, it's already love, you Do you understand?"

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