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Chapter 11 Chapter 11

Follow the old man along the long bluestone road, surrounded by houses made of stones, and even the distant mountains are blocked.

The old man still lives in an old house, with large stones piled up layer by layer, as if building a fortress, and the ventilation windows are only separated by a few wooden blocks.

"Don't dislike it. This is an old house. Those villages below have long been replaced with wooden houses. The foundation of our stone city cannot be disturbed, and it has not been repaired."

Qu Shuo thanked the grandfather and started to help with the work. The two of them picked vegetables and chatted on the steps in front of the house after pulling the mat.

Qu He walked around the house excitedly with the steamed buns, and was pleasantly surprised to find that there was an attic above, which was also built with wooden boards later. There are even louder footsteps on the wooden boards of the attic.

There is nothing on it, most of it is piled up with some sundries and some grains. It is estimated that it is afraid of mold, and it is placed higher for drying.

But what Qu He likes most is the rattan chair by the window, facing the window, outside is a small platform made of stones, the position is higher, and finally you can see a section of the Great Wall not far away, pitch black The red beacon tower is hidden in the fog in the evening, revealing a sense of desolation.

"Hey, the young man is still quite sad." Yang Ao walked up with a piece of cucumber in his mouth, and sat down on the wicker chair carelessly.

"boom!"

Qu He opened his eyes and looked sympathetically at Yang Ao who was clutching his buttocks and crying: "I just wanted to remind you."

Yang Ao stood up clutching his buttocks, picked up the cucumber butt that fell aside and waved at Qu He: "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Don't think too much," Qu He said immediately, "I'm worried about their chairs."

The good wicker chair, with one broken leg, limped there in a very miserable posture.

Downstairs, Qu Shuo was urging the two of them to go down for dinner, Qu He agreed and said to Yang Ao: "Repair or compensation, you choose."

Yang Ao threw the cucumber butt into his mouth with a mournful face: "Xiu! I can do it!"

Qu He was in a good mood, whistling and took the steamed buns down the attic.

Yang Ao sniffed and followed, and he still had to eat.

A large wooden table, dim light bulbs, several people sat around the table under the darkening sky.

The old man has lived here alone for more than 40 years. He has never left Stone City, and the farthest he has gone is the edge of Fenghuang County.

"You don't have a wife either?" Qu Shuo asked.

The old man smiled, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to be works of art that have been carved for many years: "If you don't have craftsmanship, you can't afford to support Ameier."

Qu Shuo understood, and also smiled: "You can take it easy."

"It's good to get used to it. The older you are, the more you can see it. You are still young and don't understand."

The old man didn't eat much, and the special Miao food on the table was prepared for Qu Shuo and the others. Perhaps he was tired, so he moved a horse and sat by the door to lean, took out a cigarette pouch, and stroked along the stone wall Light a match.

"Huh~~" A few wisps of light smoke lingered in his nose, and his hunched back bent into an arc.

Qu Shuo quietly held his chopsticks and didn't move a few dishes. He just quietly looked at the old man's back, as if he was experiencing the tranquility of old age.

After the meal, several people took the initiative to put away the bowls and chopsticks, said goodnight to the old man, and each of them washed up and prepared to go to bed early.

Yang Ao thought about going to the attic to repair the rattan chair, so he went to take a shower first, and then stared blankly in front of the mirror at the tortoise with its teeth and claws on his face that he didn't know how long.

"Quhe!!!" Yang Ao roared and rushed into the room, pointing with a twitching face and asking, "What is this?!"

Qu He was playing a game with Mantou, his whole body pressed against Mantou's body, the dog's head with his chin resting on Mantou stared up at Yang Ao with sparkling eyes, with an innocent and pure face: "What's the matter?"

Yang Ao thought that it was time for the old man in the other room to sleep, so he lowered his voice and approached, roaring angrily, "Where did the turtle on my face come from?"

"Ah? Wow, yes, Yang Ao, you were so careless, why did you go out like this?" Qu He was even more innocent.

Yang Ao's liver hurts from anger. What's funny is that he still teased Qu Shuo today, and half of the credit is due to him cooperating with the sisters in the afternoon who laughed and blushed!

Throw me to death! !

Yang Ao pulled the innocent Qu He's collar with a dark face, not knowing where to start, and Qu Shuo came in from the door: "What are you doing? Let me go!"

Yang Ao was wronged immediately, pointing to his forehead and asking Qu Shuo, "Look, you don't care if your brother bullies me?"

Qu Shuo's expression was a little bit unnatural, only a little bit, and then he was extremely serious: "Why did you draw yourself a turtle?"

Yang Ao bit his lips and looked between the two of them, and came to a heart-wrenching conclusion: "You two brothers, you two are villains, you are both bad guys!!"

As he said, he picked up his little quilt and ran to the attic, not forgetting to lift his toes to avoid the "creaking" noise.

Qu He finally couldn't help but smiled and crookedly hugged the steamed bun: "Oh, I laughed so hard, he just found out hahahaha..."

Qu Shuo lowered his eyelids and rubbed Qu He's head, saying, "Don't bully people like this again."

Qu He nodded his head and squinted his eyes at Qu Shuo while rubbing the soft fur of the steamed bun: "Okay, brother, I'm very good."

When Qu He said this, he smiled happily, so the hidden laugh lines jumped out without warning, and playfully curved the corners of his eyes, picking out the charm in his eyes.

Qu Shuo looked down at this man in the dusky evening, somehow he remembered a Jiangnan dim sum made by Aunt An. A red bean wrapped in milk milk.

Qu Shuo couldn't remember Aunt An saying the name of the dim sum at that time, but he remembered the taste he tasted.

is sweet.

Qu Shuo made the bed, specially put some newspapers under the planks, then checked the time to remind Qu He, who was playing with his mobile phone, to sleep.

The steamed buns were tied to the head of the bed. Although Qu He didn't want to do this, but because of the old man's special instructions later, he did so.

Qu Shuo looked at the vacant place beside the bed: "Yang Ao hasn't come back yet?"

"Don't worry, he knows. Does he look like someone who treats me badly? Didn't you see him running away with the quilt? There is a rattan chair in the attic. As long as he repairs it, he will definitely sleep more comfortably than us."

Qu He turned over and wanted to lie on his back, but the wooden board under his body began to "squeak" non-stop, and because the board was too uneven, it happened to be scratching Qu He's protruding spine.As a last resort, Qu He rolled the quilt in half a circle and fell asleep on his side facing Qu Shuo.

"Brother, good night."

Qu Shuo hummed, breathing evenly.

Qu He's sleep has been very good, especially without Yang Ao's snoring, so he quickly fell asleep.

Qu Shuo just opened his eyes and looked at the person facing him.

This face is too similar to Qu Xiaofeng.

When Qu He closed his eyes, he looked more like Qu Xiaofeng, because he didn't have much expression and seemed a little alienated.

Qu Shuo's mind was empty, because he didn't know what to think, and he was afraid of what to think.Qu Xiaofeng has raised him for more than [-] years. Without a doubt, he has given Qu Shuo too much kindness that he cannot bear.

The phone, which had been on silent all the time, blinked twice in the dark, Qu Shuo quietly took it over, and clicked on the message on it.

[How about it, have you figured it out, Qu Xiaofeng is dead, you won't want to work for their family anymore, right?Come to me and I will give you more. 】

Qu Shuo's fingers paused on the keyboard for a while, and the reflection of the phone was reflected on his indifferent face. In the end, he still didn't reply, locked the screen and threw the phone aside.

The cold wind came in from the open window, Qu Shuo pulled half of the quilt from his body and covered Qu He, then stared at the old stone wall.

After a while, there was a sudden "bang" sound from the attic, and then, some panicked footsteps came from above and below.

Yang Ao seemed to have lost his soul, pushed open the door and jumped onto the bed, and got into Qu He's bed with a cold air.

Qu Shuo turned on the light, and looked at the cold Yang Ao with dissatisfaction: "What are you doing, making such a big noise?"

Qu He was startled awake, half-opening his eyes in a daze: "What's the matter? What's the matter?"

Yang Ao's teeth were chattering, his pupils were slightly dilated, and he looked at the two people shivering and wrapped in a quilt: "Zombie... I saw a zombie..."

Qu He's drowsiness was gone, he couldn't help but moved closer to Qu Shuo: "What is it?"

Qu Shuo grabbed Qu He and stood up. He looked at the tied bun, quickly got dressed, got out of bed and picked up the mahogany sword: "Come down, lead the way!"