Yu Chu continued to scroll down, and there were some ordinary things behind, such as the little birds flying in the sky, the new dress at the same table, the fried chicken legs made by her mother, and when her father came to buy it for her eighth birthday. I bought a new toy... Those naive and ignorant words, recorded them in pieces.
The information he got between the lines was that Yu Chu didn't live on this island when he was a child, at least not before he was eight years old. He lives somewhere alone with his mother, leading a peaceful, simple but happy life. Yu Shiqing would visit their mother and son from time to time, but Yu Chu's mother didn't love Yu Shiqing, so it was probably forced to be together? Or for other reasons.
The diary was very thick, but most of it was written. Yu Chu was afraid that Zhou Mu from outside would suddenly come in, so she hurriedly flipped through it. When he turned to a certain page and the color of the handwriting suddenly changed, he stopped.
This page is no longer the pencil used, but a dark black water pen, with only a short line of words recorded on it.
2010.7.18 sunny
My mother was buried yesterday, and I followed my father to the island.
Yu Chu quickly turned back a page, and found that the previous diary was still on April 2, 2010, and she used a pencil.
2010.4.2 light rain
Mom was lying in the hospital and hadn't eaten. Dad came again and asked me to leave the ward and go downstairs to play, but it was too dark downstairs, so I hid in the stairwell and did not go down. I could hear Dad yelling at Mom to give him something. My mother had no energy to quarrel, and I was about to help her, when the doctor uncle went in, and I saw my father leave angrily.
For the next three months, there was no record in the diary, and the next one was that my mother died and followed my father to the island.
The sound of the mobile phone in the outer living room has disappeared, and Zhou Mu's footsteps can be heard. Yu Chu speeds up the browsing speed and looks behind. But it seems that after Xiao Yuchu arrived on the island, he no longer has the interest in keeping a diary, and there are not many in total.
2010.10.8
I'm sorry mom, I haven't written a diary for so long, not because I'm lazy, but because my hand hurts too much, it really hurts, and I can't hold the pen. He broke my finger, Mom, I'm so sorry. I am so sad. I am so sad that my heart hurts more than my fingers, am I going to die? I am so sad.
This diary was a bit incoherent, and kept repeating how sad I was. Yu Chu's hand holding the diary trembled, and her two deformed little fingers twitched a few times. He raised his left hand close to his eyes, staring at the slightly distorted little finger that couldn't merge with other fingers, thinking that the person who broke his finger should be Yu Feng.
Zhou Mu didn't know what he was doing again, the sofa was pulled by him and made a sound, Yu Chu hurriedly looked back.
2010.10.30
Today is my father's birthday, and many people came to the island. I thought that I was not allowed to go out of the room as before, but my father took me and my brother and stood at the gate together. Mom is sorry, I was still a little happy in my heart, so I made it by hand and gave it to him as a birthday present. I only allow the day I like him.
Bang bang bang, the bedroom door was knocked, Yu Chu quickly closed the notebook, inserted it into its original position, then gently closed the glass cabinet door, turned and went to bed.
"What?" He asked in a nasty voice lying on the bed.
Although the bedroom door wasn't closed tightly, leaving a gap, Zhou Mu didn't push the door open, but stood outside and said, "You've been asleep for almost two hours, if you sleep too much, you won't be able to fall asleep at night."
"So what? Now I even have to take a nap?"
Zhou Mu thought that he had woken him up anyway, so he stopped talking back, turned around and left and went to the living room. Yu Chu continued to lie on the bed in a fit of anger, tossing and turning over the contents of the diary in her mind, and only got up half an hour later.
The rain outside still didn't stop, Zhou Mu half leaned on the loveseat sofa and was playing his mobile game again, Yu Chu walked over and kicked his ass: "Get out of the way, this sofa is mine. "
Zhou Mu didn't care about his unreasonable behavior like a child, just glanced at those white and tender feet, and said lightly: "Go and put on your shoes."
Yu Chu ignored him, and just sat down on the sofa, and then lay down, his head would be in Zhou Mu's arms.
Zhou Mu had no choice but to stand up, go to the bedroom to take out Yu Chu's slippers, put them in front of the sofa, and then sit down on the single sofa next to her.
Yu Chu started watching TV. He likes watching TV dramas very much. Those fairy tale dramas flying around, divine dramas with bullets caught between two fingers, and boys and girls running in the rain in school uniforms are full of magical charm for him, which makes his curiosity arouse. Arrived with great satisfaction.
While watching, he asked Zhou Mu: "Where is the Lingtai? Is there really anyone who can reach the Golden Core stage? Why is he running faster than the train? Is the train so slow?"
Zhou Mu ignored him and played mobile games with his eyes downcast. He didn't really want an answer, so he asked himself and answered: "Fake, these TV dramas are so fake, they are not real at all."
"Aren't TV dramas fake?" Zhou Mu couldn't bear it anymore, "If you want to watch the real thing, you have to watch the news."
"No, the news is not good, it's too real."
When it was time to go to bed at night, the wind and rain finally stopped, Yu Chu took a bath, yawned and pushed open the bedroom door. When she saw the quilt unfolded on the carpet, she remembered that Zhou Mu was going to sleep in the same room as herself.
Zhou Mu was lying on the ground doing push-ups. With his movements, the smooth and lean back line was clearly outlined under the T-shirt, and there were lean muscles from the side of the neck to the shoulders. It was very easy for him to do it, without any effort. Yu Chu leaned on the door frame and looked at it for a while, then walked over and sat on his back.
Zhou Mu didn't stop because of the sudden weight of another person on his back, and still maintained the original frequency, so Yu Chu began to count for him. When Zhou Mu hadn't shown signs of fatigue when he counted to the early three hundred, Yu Chu felt a little envious, but also a little dissatisfied, and began to quietly pile the things at hand on his back.
First the pillows, then the cushions, and the quilt rolls were blatantly pushed up on the back. When he couldn't find a suitable thing left and right, and dragged the heavy wooden chair, Zhou Mu finally stopped: "You're going too far."
"It was mainly stimulated by you." Yu Chu leaned on the log chair and said with a smile.
Zhou Mu turned over and stood up, the quilt and pillow on his body rolled to the ground. The T-shirt on his body was soaked with sweat, so he took out clean clothes from the suitcase and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
When he came out of the shower, Yu Chu had already gone to bed. After seeing him, he lifted the quilt like last time, and patted the empty seat beside him vaguely.
Zhou Mu ignored him, straightened the floor with lowered eyes, turned off the light and lay down.