Yamano's Letter

Yan Ting×Jiang Zhi (both sides make sense) A man with a bad nature and gloomy attack × a "mute" patient suffering from post-traumatic sequelae To be honest, Yan Ting didn't want to come to the village that his grandmother missed most when she was alive. He should pick up a kitchen knife and kill his wolf-hearted father, then surrender and spend his life in prison. Oh, if he was sentenced to death, he would admit it. He has already planned where to start—— From the neck? No, that would make the man burp in an instant, which would give him an advantage. But it happened that his grandmother, who had been with him since childhood, held his hand before she passed away. She was nagging her mother with her head in a daze. Only then did Yan Ting realize that his grandmother, who had devoted almost all her efforts to him, was originally a child who was loved and cared for. When Yan Ting came out of the crematorium holding her grandmother's ashes, she heard the news that her father had been hit by a car and died. Haha—I said I drank too much and didn't pay attention to the passing vehicles when I was crossing the road. Ever since, the owner of the crematorium saw the young man who had left with a jar of ashes the day before come to him again with a corpse. A few days later, after scrawling the man's funeral arrangements, Yan Ting carefully took his grandmother's ashes back to the village surrounded by mountains. Unfortunately, it was a student holiday when he went back. The township bus back to the village only had 24 seats, and there were fifty people packed in, not including the driver and the conductor. This is seriously overloaded. Whether we can return to that village alive depends on whether today's King of Hell wants to improve his performance. But that's okay, there's no need to waste air if someone like him dies. When something in the arms of the tall man next to him hit his head for the fifth time, Jiang Zhi still raised his head. The young man opposite had a "calm" look on his face and just silently tightened the backpack in his arms. "Bang!" The sixth time. It was obvious that Jiang Zhi's forehead was already red. "..." "..." The solution was that the backpack containing the urns was supported by Jiang Zhi and quietly piled in Jiang Zhi's arms. After getting off the car and walking into the village, Yan Ting realized that the boy was also in his grandmother's village. When he followed the village chief to his grandmother's house, Yan Ting found out that the boy's home was only half a walk away from his home. After getting along for a few days, Yan Ting found out that this young man was named Jiang Zhi. He was mute and had a "mute" personality. He was too silent, as if he didn't care what the people around him said to him. He didn't express anything and it was difficult to get angry. "It's hard to be angry. You can put it another way. After all, our seeded player, Yan Ting, as expected, quickly set a new record and made people angry twice in three days." Amitabha, very good, very good. Yan Ting felt that it was better to accumulate some virtue for her grandmother so that she could live a better life down there, so she had no choice but to go up the mountain to collect firewood for others. He saw that Jiang Zhi's family seemed to still use the stove to cook. Every time it was meal time, there was smoke coming out of the chimney next door. Facts tell us that when entering the mountains for the first time, please follow others, especially those who are "out of touch" with their sense of direction. At dusk, Yan Ting, who had walked around countless times, squatted under the tree and silently played with the lighter in his hand. If it weren't for the fact that smoking was prohibited in the mountains, there would have been piles of cigarette butts at his feet. Jiang Zhi found the person later. In fact, it was not difficult to get out of the mountain. Just walk in a straight line. This made Yan Ting even more silent. When they set foot on the cement road in the village again, the young man walking in front suddenly turned around and almost bumped into Yan Ting, who was carrying two bundles of dry firewood behind him. "... My home uses a gas stove and burns firewood... There is a whole room full of dry firewood." Yan Ting raised her eyebrows and looked at him, not because she was shocked by her busy afternoon, but because she was thinking—— Wow~ This fool turns out to be not a mute? Later, he asked someone to find out that Jiang Zhi's "muteness" was related to the campus violence he encountered in junior high school. At that time, his character was not as taciturn as it is now, and at least he could communicate with others. Yan Ting thought it was just a poor little bird. "But the group at the back also suffered retribution. When the junior from the Jiang family resisted, he beat the group so badly that one of them almost didn't survive." Very good. If it were Yan Ting, he could throw people directly from the stairs. After returning home, Yan Ting thought carefully and took out a lighter from his pocket. Just as he was about to light it for himself, he saw Jiang Zhi staring at the cigarette case in his hand. "Want to smoke?" Yan Ting shook the box with only two cigarettes left. Jiang Zhi remained silent, just looking at him quietly. "If you want to, how about getting closer?" When Jiang Zhi really got closer, Yan Ting threw the box of cigarettes aside. He suddenly felt that there seemed to be one thing more interesting than smoking. In the narrow and suffocating space, some kind of unspeakable emotion used Yan Ting's behavior as fertile ground and grew wildly. The moment Jiang Zhi hugged him back, Yan Ting confirmed her thoughts even more. The full text is oriented toward healing and is a little bit funny. There are few plot lines, I just want to write about the emotional pull between the two. Rural pastoral style, private property, may be somewhat inconsistent with reality Intention: Find a quiet place in a fast life