"Squeak"

Hong Butian pushed open his house. The familiar room made him feel dazed for a moment, and the dust-laden memories opened up along with the room.

Although the wooden furniture is old, it is clean and dust-free. It seems that it has been wiped frequently. My parents know that he will come back one day. In fact, he has not been away for long.

It wasn’t even as long as the time when my father went out to work hard and left home when he was young. His father’s stories were often mentioned again and again at the dinner table. He said that it was a youth worth remembering.

Not knowing what he thought of, Hong Butian raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, until he saw a letter on the table and his smile froze.

Pulling out the envelope that was almost torn, it had obviously been read time and time again, but it was still placed where he had left the letter when he left home.

It seems that this way I can repeat the day of farewell again and again. Before opening the envelope every day, it seems as if my son is still sleeping soundly in the house.

Opening the envelope, my son's laughter came from my ears: Mom and Dad, I'm going out and I'll be back soon.

"Tick"

When something dripped, Hong Butian put his arm in front of his forehead and slowly put the letter back.

It’s as if if you don’t open it, those days of lovesickness won’t exist.

But the years are still flowing, but this cannot be deceived.

Thinking of something else, a complex emotion flashed in Hong Butian's eyes, and a ring was placed on the table, just like where it was originally placed.

But at this time, it will no longer jump up angrily like it did before, and then argue with Hong Butian until its voice trembles.

"Wow"

The door was gently pushed open again, and Zhao Zhuji stuck her head out and said cautiously: "Can I come in? This is your room?"

"Of course."

Hong Butian nodded and chuckled: "It's my bedroom, well, it's actually also a study."

After all, not everyone is like his cousin who has a small room dedicated to storing his books.

His father does have his own study room, but Hong Butian rarely goes there, and the contents of the books there are not very attractive to him.

Even some books about strange things that recorded anecdotes did not bring him as much pleasure as practicing marksmanship for several hours.

Practicing martial arts is his favorite thing, and his second favorite thing is to sit on the steps and watch Xiaoyang Xiaoli running over occasionally, fighting and quarreling with each other.

Ha, forgive him for being an older brother who really doesn’t want to go up and break up the fight.

In fact, there is no need for him to persuade them, Hong Butian knows that they have a sense of proportion.

At least Xiaoyang is measured. That child has been mature and steady since he was a child, but as he grows older, he becomes more childish and naive.

There was a time when Hong Butian even thought that Xiaoyang was his elder brother, while he became his cousin.

"That's it..."

Zhao Zhuji nodded thoughtfully, looked around, and commented with a smile: "Not bad!"

"That must be good."

Hong Butian accepted the compliment unceremoniously.

"I mean, at least it's neat!"

"It's not just about tidiness."

"..."

"..."

"I will die if you don't fight me!"

"No."

"Huh... okay, okay."

Zhao Zhuji sighed, suddenly thought of something, and whispered: "Speaking of which, uncle and aunt, um, I mean, where are your parents?

Why didn't I see you when I came back? Don't you live together?"

"Ah, that's not true."

Hong Butian waved his hand: "It's broad daylight, and there's no notice when I come back. It's normal for them not to be at home. After all, they have to be busy with work."

"But then again..."

Hong Butian looked at Zhao Zhuji speechlessly: "Do you like to be an outlaw after you practice?

I was still knocking on the door, but you jumped over the wall."

"Ah this... uh..."

Zhao Zhuji turned her head away with a guilty conscience and whispered: "Well, isn't it your home? And you are still there, so it doesn't count as breaking into a private house.

Didn’t I just want to wait until I get in and open the door for you?"

"But how did you open the door? I didn't see it just now..."

Zhao Zhuji looked at Hong Butian curiously and guessed: "You always carry the key to your home. When you are outside holding the key to your home, it seems that you are connected to your distant home?"

"Well, not so poetic and melancholy..."

Hong Butian waved his hand with an awkward smile: "I'm kidding, I ran away from home in such a hurry, I didn't have time to get the key."

"To be honest..."

Hong Butian sighed, laughed and sighed: "I didn't know if I could come back alive at the beginning. Wouldn't holding the house key make me even more intimidated?"

"Then you..."

"Oh, let me tell you a little secret."

Hong Butian whispered: "There are nine out of ten houses in Five Color City, and the side wall tiles inside the gate will be more or less empty to store spare keys.

As for the remaining one, well, they didn’t even bother to close.”

"???"

A row of question marks appeared on Zhao Zhuji's head: "Then what difference does it make whether you lock the door or not? Everyone doesn't know..."

"I don't know, strangers don't know."

Hong Butian waved his hand and said leisurely: "Besides, who really wants to be a thief is the one who walks through the door!

They are flying over eaves, walking over walls, drilling dog holes, digging holes in the ground, etc. The gate is really just a decoration."

"Just like you."

Hong Butian looked at Zhao Zhuji and said, "Just by climbing over the wall, it proves that the gate has played its role, doesn't it?"

"Ah, this is reasonable and reasonable, and cannot be refuted."

Zhao Zhuji showed her half-moon eyes and was speechless.

"..."

"..."

Inexplicably, the two of them suddenly stopped and fell into an eerie silence.

Just like in a classroom where chatting is in full swing, no one shouts "The teacher is here", but suddenly there will be a strange silence from time to time, and everyone becomes quiet together.

Then everyone looked at each other with lingering fears and laughed, hahahaha, which shocked me, and continued to laugh, cough, cough!

At this time, the atmosphere in the suddenly quiet room suddenly became a little strange.

The two people accidentally looked at each other, and the little peach blossoms in the vision were fluttering wildly, and the background color turned pink for a while.

Reading with rice balls

"That..."

Zhao Zhuji whispered: "Uncle, aunt and others, how are their tempers?"

"Ha, that must mean you have a good temper."

Hong Butian smiled and pointed at himself: "I have lived to this age and have not been beaten to death. Doesn't that mean something?"

Zhao Zhuji: "..."

"That's right..."

Zhao Zhuji sighed.

"You...what are you doing???"

Zhao Zhuji looked at the hand that was suddenly placed on her shoulder and the face of someone who was approaching instantly. She was immediately frightened and her face turned pale, and her mind went blank.

What should we do now?

Not to resist? Not to resist? Or to resist and then surrender? Or to pretend that you can’t resist?

"Zhuji!"

Hong Butian took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Zhuji seriously: "Well, I want to tell you..."

"Well..."
To be continued...