MTL - Peach and Plum Do Not Speak (The Silent Cherry And Plum Blossoms)-Chapter 104

Yan Xi stared at the huge cockroach in horror, flapping its wings in the air, and resting on the wall leisurely.

She received a lot of shock, but first of all, she had to get rid of the itch on her legs. She just went back to the house and took the toilet water, poured it into her palms, and wiped her legs evenly with a slightly rude movement. With lingering fears, I took out anti-mosquito spray and sprayed it in the bedroom.

Fortunately, the bed was blocked by a mosquito net, so mosquitoes should not enter.

Just as she was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard a strange "puff puff" sound in her ears again, which was some kind of creature flapping its wings cheerfully.

As soon as Yan Xi turned around, a flying insect with thick black thorns pricked her face. Yan Xi was taken aback and threw a punch when the condition was launched. The flying insect was swept away by her, but the touch was extremely... disgusting.

Yan Xi wanted to wash his hands.

"Aunt... ah, what?" An Zhi was frightened by the flying insects in the air as soon as he walked into the room, "Moth?"

"Tao Tao, come here." Yan Xi beckoned her over nervously. The two of them stared at the insect that was parked on the wall and folded its two wings, its two long tentacles waving recklessly.

An Zhi tilted his head, with some impression, "Oh, cockroach."

Yan Xi: "It's much bigger than the ones in the north..." Yan Xi felt agitated.

An Zhi was not very afraid: "I'll drive it away." She was about to find something, but the cockroach flew out as if it sensed danger.

Yan Xi finally let go of her breath just now. She went to the bathroom to wash her hands. The red envelope on her leg was itchy again, and she frowned.

The night in the country is very quiet, and occasionally there will be one or two frogs, roosters, and dogs.

But Yan Xi woke up hot, covered with a layer of gray-yellow mosquito net in the small lamp, the neighbors borrowed their electric fans to hum, and the wind blowing out was warm.

Sweaty hair stuck to Yan Xi's neck, and it was very uncomfortable. The room was also stuffy, and the floor was mopped before going to bed, and he was sleeping on a mat.

Yan Xi looked at An Zhi, she slept next to her, separated by a little distance, An Zhi was more heat-resistant than her, and her body surface temperature was lower than her. At this time, she was sleeping soundly, wearing a tank top and shorts, naked and slender. Snow-white limbs.

The ice muscles are sweat-free, like a piece of iced toffee.

Yan Xi suppressed the idea of ​​holding her over to drive away the heat. They have to go to the nunnery tomorrow, Yan Xi didn't want to disturb her sleep, she quietly got up, walked out of the room, and went outside.

There was a cool night breeze just now, but now there is no wind at all. Yan Xi was frightened by the mosquitoes just now, and did not dare to stay for a long time, so he could only go to the bathroom to take a shower. When she was wiping away the water droplets, she glanced at the corner of the wall, and there was a cockroach with a thick black thumb, its tentacles beating.

Yan Ximei's heart skipped a beat, as if she didn't see anything.

Maybe tomorrow morning will be gone.

She didn't sleep much all night, and was woken up early in the morning by the scorching sun.

Yes, the sun came in from the window and spread out around her bed. Even the mosquito nets have golden spots.

The heat and brightness woke her up directly.

Yan Xi pressed his forehead painfully, and could only get up to wash his face and brush his teeth.

An Zhizao had already gone out to buy soy milk, fried dough sticks, steamed buns and mineral water.

Yan Xi couldn't eat anything, so he drank a few sips of water and reluctantly ate half a bun under An Zhi's persuasion.

An Zhi had asked her to rest at home, but Yan Xi insisted to accompany her. There are no taxis in rural areas, but the family of relatives, aunts, nephews and classmates have private cars. Anzhi asked him to take them on a ride and pay for the journey.

Yan Xi has a headache and wears sunglasses. He doesn't want to talk much when he gets in the car, but the driver is a young guy. Seeing how beautiful they are, he always likes to make a few jokes.

When he arrived at his destination, the air in the mountains was fresh and cool, and the green leaves were lush. Yan Xi finally felt more comfortable.

The mountain road is messy, there are no special roads, there are occasionally stone steps, occasionally there is no, and the mountains are steep. Yan Xi felt tired after walking for a while, his collar sweated slightly, and glanced at An Zhi. She was obviously the one who didn't like exercising, but at this moment the breeze was blowing her hair, and the sun had rimmed her fair face with gold, but instead she looked full of energy.

She even took the initiative to reach out and hold Yan Xi's hand, pulling her for a while.

The girl's hands were cool and soft, and Yan Xi's impetuous heart calmed down a lot.

When he arrived at the nunnery, it was not a big temple, and even Yan Xi felt that it was difficult to say whether the person he received was an outsider. The bricks on the walls were all gray and mottled. When An Zhi wanted to go in to visit, the receptionist spoke slowly in accented Mandarin, "Okay, fifty yuan."

After sweeping around them, he added, "Fifty dollars an hour."

They didn't want to talk to him, so they paid to go in. There are four walls inside, densely packed with urns with names written on them, and there is also another room.

The moment I walked in, I could see a lot of jars in my field of vision. I don’t know what happened, but I was in the same room. I didn’t know how long I stood still, maybe waiting for someone to visit, maybe this “visiting” desire was taken for granted by living people. of.

The consciousness of the soul has long since disappeared, and these are just the remains of the skin and body.

But the living will still be sad.

When the grandfather's urn was found, An Zhi, who had not cried in the ancestral hall, immediately wiped away her tears.

Yan Xi stood behind her, with her sunglasses on top of her head. She did not persuade her, and waited quietly for her to release her emotions.

"Grandpa, after I work...you don't have to be here..."

"I'm fine, someone takes care of me... Auntie."

Yan Xi stood a little further away and asked An Zhi to have a few words with her grandfather.

When they came out, the two walked silently.

It was almost noon, and the sky was like an upside-down stove, sultry and without a shred of wind.

Yan Xi walked harder and harder, and felt that her ankles were itchy again. She was probably bitten by mosquitoes again. She also put on pants and sprayed insect spray on purpose, but it didn't seem much better now.

"Forbearance, divert your attention," she kept repeating, as long as she put up with this itch, it would be fine.

After An Zhi finished the phone call, she reached out and held her, "Auntie, are you not feeling well?"

"I'm just a little thirsty," Yan Xi's face was red from the sun, and the tip of his nose was covered with sweat buds.

An Zhi gave her the water, Yan Xi took a sip, "The car will arrive soon, you can bear it."

"It's too hot..."

When he got in the car, Yan Qi was blowing the air conditioner, leaning weakly on An Zhi's shoulder, and listening to the young man talking: "Haha, it's alright, it's going to be a typhoon, and it will rain in the afternoon."

"There won't be a power outage...but...not necessarily haha, no big deal, just buy a few candles."

When she got home, Yan Xi felt better. She ate an apple and drank a small sip of Huoxiangzhengqi water.

An Zhi let her rest at home and ran out to buy things.

Yan Xi took a sip of water and sighed slightly, feeling that she was getting old, and instead wanted to take care of her in peace.

She went to take a shower and put on her nightgown. The long legs under the cotton skirt added a few more red packets. Yan Xi found that toilet water can only relieve itching and prevent mosquitoes, and it does not have much effect.

Unable to hold it any longer, she climbed into the bed, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

After sleeping for a while, she heard the sound of rain.

Yan Xi thought confusedly: It’s finally raining. After a few minutes, Yan Xi struggled, trying to make sure that An Zhi was back.

"Auntie..." An Zhi seemed to have sat on the bed and got under the mosquito net.

"Well...you're back." Yan Xi's voice was a little tired, she felt An Zhi was touching her legs, and then some cool medicinal paste was applied to the red envelopes on her legs.

Yan Xi reluctantly opened her eyes and saw that An Zhi was rubbing medicine on her seriously.

With a warm heart, Yan Xi asked her, "Did you get caught in the rain?"

An Zhi whispered: "It's okay. What a poisonous mosquito..."

Yan Xi just wanted to ask if you were bitten too, but she was so sleepy that her eyelids were covered again.

Half asleep and half awake, she could feel An Zhi's soft hand pressing lightly on her lap, she muttered "there is one more", and seemed to hesitate for a while before lifting her skirt.

Yan Xi seemed to have had a dream. She fell ill once when she was very young. Her grandparents were not at home, and Aunt Xin fed her medicine. She was sweating and chilling in bed alone, which was very uncomfortable.

"Mom..." She remembered Xiao Xiao called herself. The bed was very big and the quilt was very empty. She wanted a hug, but no one gave her.

There was the sound of the wind outside, and the ferocious raindrops kept hitting the window. Her legs were no longer itchy. A gentle hand touched her back, gently stroking her, surrounded by the warmth of love. Live her, the fragrant sweet breath falls on her face.

Like a gardenia still soaked in rain and dew hidden in the darkness, she kissed her face softly.

Yan Xi's breathing was long and even, and he fell asleep soon after.

I don't know how long I slept, but I woke up to the sound of rain and the wind.

The warm yellow light is separated by the mosquito net, and the table fan in the humble room is turning slowly.

Yan Xi got up and rubbed her eyes, her long hair was sticking beautifully to her nightdress, outlining her bumpy chest line and waist.

She was sitting dazedly, pressing her cheek, and her fingertips slowly brushed her lips.