Elliot Huang and the Whisper of Fate Chapter 7

When Rowan Li passed by, Elliot Huang was still awake and enjoying the cool air in the courtyard. He had figured out a pattern and went to sleep in the house after ten o'clock, which was much cooler.

Before ten o'clock, I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to, and my back was so hot that there were sparks.

The native is used to rough bamboo mats and cattail fans, which squeak when shaken. Yellow sheets are not enough. He has a constitution that is resistant to frost and heat.

If it is winter, the yellow slip will be very easy.

There is mainly no farm work, and it is a relatively leisurely season for farmers.

Elliot Huang sat on a small bamboo chair and looked at the stars in the sky. Not only did he enjoy the cool night, he was also waiting for someone.

There was a sudden knock on the door outside the hospital, and he asked, "Who?"

A voice answered, "Me."

Elliot Huang raised his eyebrows, someone was coming.

He stood up, opened the door bolt, and stuck his head out. The smell of Qixi brand tobacco hit his nostrils. The man stood at the door blowing out smoke, "Brother, it's so late, why did you come here?"

"I'll tell you tonight... Fcuk, why is there chicken Sh!t all over the place in front of your house?"

Rowan Li kept rubbing his shoes on the threshold, holding on to the chicken Sh!t lying on the soles, but it was still rubbed to pieces.

Elliot Huang said, "I fed the chickens at the door."

Rowan Li, ...

Elliot Huang asked, "Brother, what did you just say?"

Rowan Li said, "I'll sleep with you tonight."

Elliot Huang said, "Oh."

He rubbed his nose and asked, "Brother, have you taken a shower?"

Rowan Li crossed the threshold and asked sideways, "Why, I can't get into your bed without taking a shower?"

Elliot Huang said, "I didn't wash it either."

Rowan Li, ...

He suddenly bent his back and put his nose to Elliot Huang's hair, "I told you why your head stinks so much and your body is so rotten. Take a shower quickly and then go to bed."

Elliot Huang twitched his mouth.

Who is sharing a bed with whom? I don't even dislike you for smelling like cigarettes, but you still dislike it.

Elliot Huang went to the pond to fetch water before dark. The water from the pond was poured into the water tank. The impurities would slowly sink to the bottom of the tank. The water would be very clear and sweet, which could only be drunk in rural areas of this era. .

The moonlight was bright and white, and there were crisp sounds from time to time in the small shed on the west side of the yard. Two or three chickens and ducks were worried and insomniac, and they were causing havoc there.

Elliot Huang came out with a bucket, squatted on the ground and poured water on himself with a water ladle.

Rowan Li sat on the bamboo chair with his legs crossed, his upper body leaning forward, his elbows supporting his knees, and the smoke flickering between his fingers.

This situation is strange no matter how you look at it.

Wow---

Elliot Huang poured half a bucket of water on his head. The water slid down the ends of his hair, hit his shoulders in an orderly manner, dripped down his chest and back, and dripped down to Elliot Huang's feet. The earth was soaked and turned into mud.

In Rowan Li's field of vision, the young man's back was facing him, his back was thin, and he had not much flesh on his body. He was not much to look at. He took a puff of cigarette and his eyes unconsciously fell on the two pieces of white.

There is no sunlight, so the skin is not damaged by the sun. Compared with other places, it looks very white. It is not used when working and there will be no calluses.

The young man stood up halfway and bent down to collect the bucket and water ladle. The angle suddenly changed. The cigarette in Rowan Li's mouth flickered and the ashes fell on his chest. He jumped up and moved so radically that the bamboo chair fell backwards.

Rowan Li stumbled on the bamboo chair and almost fell to the ground. He didn't care to steady himself and ran to open the back door of the yard and go out.

Yellow slip, ...

He threw away the water ladle and said, "Mr. System, is Rowan Li hard?"

System, "I have poor eyesight."

... Elliot Huang asked, "Is Rowan Li gay?"

System, "Sorry, Mr. Huang, I don't have the authority to answer."

Elliot Huang shook his head and sighed. This system was of no use other than issuing tasks to him. He could only rely on himself.

He put on his coat and pants. Whether Rowan Li was gay or not would have little impact on him finding out who was the murderer of Li Dagui, so he decided not to worry about it.

When Elliot Huang went to bed in the dark, Rowan Li came back. He kicked off his shoes and went to bed. As soon as he lay down in a big shape, he seemed to be in his own room. The series of movements were very natural.

Elliot Huang found the cattail leaf fan and lay down next to the man.

The bed is not big. If two adults lie together, their arms and legs will touch each other.

Summer is already hot, and people's body temperature is too high. It gets even hotter when you are next to it, and you will be sweating and sticky after a while.

The air around him was filled with sparks, and Rowan Li felt a burning fire in his heart. His whole body felt hot, and his breath was hot. He took the cattail leaf fan from Elliot Huang's hand and waved his arms to fan it vigorously.

The yellow sheet beside me is so comfortable, "Brother, you can sleep with me tomorrow night." Someone is fanning him, which is much stronger than fanning himself. The key is that the other person is stronger and the wind is stronger.

Rowan Li turned his head suddenly, and the dim light obscured the shock on his face, "What?"

Elliot Huang said, "It's cool."

Understanding the meaning of the young man's words, Rowan Li's face turned pale and he threw the cattail leaf fan at him, "...slap yourself away!"

Elliot Huang moved over and put the fan back into the man's hand, "Follow me."

Rowan Li scolded in a low voice, almost like yelling, "Stay away from your brother!"

Instead of confronting the man head-on, Huang Shen moved to the edge of the bed, not forgetting to say, "Then continue fanning yourself."

Rowan Li heard the young man muttering that it was so hot. The veins on his forehead were pulsing. No one was as hot as him. He was almost dying of heat.

What a Fcuking evil thing.

Eaten too many leeks? Rowan Li fanned himself while reciting the Three-Character Sutra.

Not long after, Elliot Huang's breathing became even and he fell asleep.

There was a sound of breathing in his ears, one after another, and his neck was a little itchy. Rowan Li couldn't bear it and sat up, scratching his head hard. Damn it.

He lay back down like a broken jar.

After a while, Rowan Li's straight body trembled a few times, and his spine relaxed. He took off his vest and wiped it on the mat, quickly destroying the corpse and removing traces of it.

Taking a heavy breath, Rowan Li smelled a strong fishy smell. It wasn't the leeks, but because he was old and his vegetarian diet was no longer enough. He was about to start eating meat, and even the Three-Character Classic couldn't save him.

But you can't have such a big reaction to a man. He came twice, and the second time the reaction was bigger than the first, just like a young boy.

Isn't this a disease?

Rowan Li touched the cigarette and matchbox, stepped out to smoke, and lay down on the floor in the main room.

Every household in the village has lost the noise during the day, and the insects in the grass are chirping one after another. Their night has just begun.

The heat wave slowly faded away, and the coolness seeped out.

Isla Wu was sorting out her collection of poems under the kerosene lamp. When she came out to go to the latrine, she moved her hands and feet very lightly for fear of disturbing Wang Yuemei in the room.

"Sister Isla Wu."

Isla Wu was startled by the sudden sound. She turned around and saw Rowan Li's classmate Zhou Zhaodi, with long hair and a white skirt, looking like a female ghost.

Zhou Zhaodi said with a smile on his face, "You didn't sleep either."

Isla Wu said no.

When she came back from going to the latrine, she saw Brother Zhou Zhao standing in the main room, as if waiting for her.

Zhou Zhaodi whispered, "There are so many mosquitoes in the house that I can't sleep. Sister Isla Wu, can we chat for a while?"

Isla Wu said okay.

When Zhou Zhaodi and Isla Wu entered the house, she was a little surprised, but also seemed to expect it. Brother Rowan Li's house was not as big as Rowan Li's, and there were few furnitures. It was obvious that he was partial.

Isla Wu put all the poetry collections on the wooden table into a drawer and asked Zhou Zhaodi if he wanted a drink of water.

Zhou Zhaodi shook his head. She looked around the room curiously. The walls were bare, unlike Rowan Li's room, which had many certificates posted on it. There was a big chair by the window, and she didn't know what it was for.

"By the way, sister Isla Wu, I saw the photo posted on Rowan Li's wardrobe. He had a round face and eyes when he was a child. He was so cute."

Isla Wu said, "Yeah."

"Rowan Li and his younger brother look very similar. Some people believe they are twins." Zhou Zhaodi picked up the mosquito bag on the back of his hand, "The two brothers are carved from the same mold."

Isla Wu said, "When I grow up, I won't look like him anymore."

Zhou Zhaodi said, "Yes."

Both brothers are handsome, but Li Dagui just ruined his good hand. He seemed to be deliberately playing devil's advocate and venting his dissatisfaction to everyone. He insisted on being himself and not following his brother's footsteps.

It's a pity that he died too easily and too early.

Who would have thought that a young, strong, arrogant and domineering person who even God dared to scold would fall into the pond and drown.

The atmosphere was inexplicably stuffy.

Zhou Zhaodi did not continue, but changed the topic, "Sister Isla Wu, I heard that you are good at writing poems. Can you show it to me?"

Isla Wu said, "I wrote it just for fun."

Zhou Zhaodi said he wanted to read it. Isla Wu frowned slightly and took out a book of poems from the drawer.

"Sister Isla Wu is really talented."

Zhou Zhaodi opened it and read it, and couldn't help but marvel. She said with a smile, "Rowan Li likes talented women."

Isla Wu said, "Really?"

Zhou Zhaodi, okay, talking about things in college, the story about the school beauty chasing Rowan Li was the most famous example of a girl chasing a man in the school. She told it vividly, mixed with her own emotions, and she was jealous of the school beauty.

Isla Wu drank water and listened carefully.

The wind blew in through the window, the flame of the kerosene lamp swayed gently, and the night was getting darker.

Rowan Li, who was in the main room, was lying on the ground, which was full of pits and pits. He stood up, walked back and forth in the main room, rubbed his teeth and returned to the east room.

The young man lay on the bed, occupying a bed by himself, and slept like a dead pig.

Rowan Li's eyes fell on the young man's exposed waist. He frowned and pushed the young man's legs and arms, "Go inside and touch it."

Elliot Huang made a dissatisfied sound.

When Rowan Li saw that the young man was not moving, he immediately took action, pushed the young man into the bed, and lay down on it.

The young man had been lying in that position, and it was so hot that Rowan Li was about to get angry again. He cursed and went to the end of the bed to stay.

Early the next morning, the big rooster in the yard did not wake up Elliot Huang and Rowan Li. Meredith Chen's shouting did the trick. She shouted in the direction of the window with a loud voice, and the sky collapsed.

Rowan Li opened his eyes and was stunned.

Elliot Huang took a step back and opened his eyes, and was also stunned.

If Meredith Chen entered the room at this moment, or stood by the window and looked in, she would be scared to death.

The two people on the bed were entangled with their arms and legs, face to face, very close to each other, so close that it was ambiguous, giving people the feeling that they were either about to K!ss each other, or that they had just K!ssed each other.

"Winter, are you up yet?"

Meredith Chen shouted again, and Elliot Huang and Rowan Li came to their senses at the same time. They pulled away from each other in no particular order.

Elliot Huang, who was sleeping inside, hit the dirt wall with his back, and Rowan Li, who was sleeping outside, fell directly to the ground.

Rowan Li rubbed his B*tt and stood up, glared at Elliot Huang, "If you dare to say nonsense, I will kill you."

Elliot Huang blinked, "What did you say?"

Rowan Li's face twitched, "...just pretend I didn't say anything."

Elliot Huang yawned, "Brother, why don't you come over to sleep tonight."

Rowan Li thought to himself, I didn't want to die early if I slept all night and the fire burned me all night.

Elliot Huang found out what was going on when he went out. Meredith Chen put the chickens out in the morning and found that one was missing. It was an old hen. A weasel came last night.

She felt distressed and counted the chickens over and over again. She finally accepted the cruel reality that one old hen was missing, which meant that many eggs were missing, and asked Elliot Huang to fill in the hole in the courtyard wall.

The opening of the hole was originally meant for chickens and ducks to enter, but now it's closed, and it's also convenient for weasels. It needs to be blocked no matter what, and it's getting better and better.

Huang Shuang glanced at the entrance of the cave and then looked at the man, "Brother, can you get the bricks?"

Rowan Li said, "No."

Elliot Huang asked him, "Then how can I fill up this hole?"

Rowan Li said, "Fill it with something else."

Elliot Huang asked again, "What?"

Rowan Li put the tip of his tongue against his teeth and swallowed the words that reached his mouth, "Leave it alone, I'll fill it in for you later."

Why did these words feel a bit weird? He slapped himself hard. Isn't it just filling a hole in the corner? It was early in the morning, and something was stuck in my mind.

Elliot Huang's face was dull as he witnessed the man whipping him.

Before breakfast, Zhou Zhaodi said hello to Rowan Li and the others and left to go to relatives in Yinzhuang. She was afraid of meeting Rowan Li's mother. It was said that she was beautiful when she was young, and she is still very beautiful now. She felt that she had not washed herself. First of all, she was very beautiful. The impression will be bad.

In the morning, Wang Yuemei urged Isla Wu to go to Silas He's house.

Isla Wu took an old hen to Silas He's house in Shanghechang. She left the chicken and wanted to leave. Silas He's parents politely asked her to go to Silas He's house, almost half-nudging and half-begging.

It's hard to argue with a widow, it has a bad reputation.

Silas He's parents couldn't help it. They thought that if the person they liked came, their son might get better.

After Isla Wu entered the house, the door was closed. She smelled a medicinal smell mixed with other smells, which was very unpleasant.

Silas He on the bed has lost a lot of weight, his eye sockets are sunken, and his face is deathly gray. He is mumbling something to the void, and his appearance is extremely penetrating.

Isla Wu leaned against the door, stretched out her hand and patted it, "Uncle He, I really want to go back."

As soon as she spoke, Silas He was alarmed.