1: His parents divorced. Xie Yu followed his unreliable and bankrupt father to his grandmother's house in the countryside. The young master from the city entered the village and felt uncomfortable all over.
Under the scorching sun, I was walking in a mud pit carrying twenty kilograms of luggage. The dust was rising and my mouth was filled with the smell of earth.
Xie Yu stood on the roadside and vented his anger on a broken tree root.
The three wheels behind him squeaked twice, and dirt flew past his feet.
The boy in the car was sitting on the carriage, with his arms on his knees, wearing a black waistcoat. He was tanned, short-cut, muscular, with a straight face, and his sharp eyes slid across Xie Yu's face. The two looked at each other for a few seconds.
As soon as the wind rose, Xie Yu took another mouthful of dirt.
2: Xie Yu has been here for three days and feels as uncomfortable as jumping off a building every day.
That day, after taking a shower, Xie Yu squatted in the yard and ate noodles, holding a bowl in one hand and scratching the mosquito bites on his calves with the other.
When the young master went to the countryside, he lost all his handsome image.
Grandma held two persimmons in her hand and smiled, "Xiaoyu, someone is coming."
Xie Yu didn't even bite off the noodles in his mouth. He looked up at the person and met Ren Chi, a shirtless man who had just finished swimming in the river.
Grandma: "I'm two years older than you, so my name is Brother Xiaochi."
"Ahem..." Xie Yu choked, and the noodles spurted out and kicked Ren Chi.
3: Later, Ren Chi left for a week because of the death of a relative at home.
Xie Yu has a secret base, which is actually a small warehouse made of iron sheets. He usually likes to sit inside and tinker with the workers.
That night he sat inside the small door of the tin house, which was slightly open.
He was holding a small object in his hand and whispered to himself, calling Ren Chi's name more than a dozen times.
"Brother Chi, I miss you so much."
That day, Ren Chi stood stunned at the door, holding a warm pot helmet in his hand, and heard everything.
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