"Yes, he is a poor one."
Uncle Li also sighed. He had just asked Ou Shaowen if he needed to buy anything this morning. Ou Shaowen thought for a while and made a request that made him feel both funny and sad.
"I'm a little embarrassed, but can I have a remote control racing car? I saw others play with it a few times when I was a kid."
Seeing that Li Bo was silent, he typed out an explanation: "It's a mini car that is controlled by a handle, about the same size as a mobile phone."
"Oh, I know that. Okay, I'll buy a few for you when I go out this afternoon." Uncle Li nodded repeatedly, indicating that he had remembered them.
After hearing what he said, Aunt Zhou sighed and said, "We have to buy food for the house too. I'll go with you this afternoon. How can we just buy him a few remote-controlled cars? I see he didn't bring any luggage, so we have to buy him some clothes. His figure is similar to Mr. Ou's, so we can just buy him the same styles as Mr. Ou."
"Okay, I'll call you when I leave."
After lunch, Ou Shaowen was the only one left in the huge villa. Aunt Zhou was afraid that he would be restrained, so she told him that he could go to all the rooms in the villa. So he strolled around the room one by one. Every small ornament could make him curious and happy. Finally, he stopped in the study.
He stood at the door, looking at the bookcase that took up an entire wall and was filled with books crammed in there randomly. He frowned slightly, walked to the bookshelf and looked up for a long time. Although he knew that the rich man would most likely not respond to him, he still sent him a text message.
"Can I touch your book?"
After sending the text message, he sat quietly at his desk. There was a financial magazine on the table. He couldn't understand it very well, but he still read the two pages carefully many times. Then he turned his head and scanned the titles of books on the bookshelf row by row.
Ou Renjin had just finished a meeting and was leaning back in his chair, loosening his tie a little uncomfortably. He asked his secretary to make him a cup of black tea, rubbed his stiff neck, and glanced at his cell phone.
In fact, he had already seen the text message Ou Shaowen sent last night, but he was not in the mood to respond to him at that time. Now he was in a good mood. He chuckled softly, replied "Please feel free", and turned on the real-time monitoring on the computer.
After activating the two cameras in the study, he saw the black man appear in the picture. He was sitting on a chair, looking at the bookcase beside him in a daze, motionless. After a few seconds, Ou Renjin logged out and logged in again. The black man was still in the same posture that made his neck sore. He was sure that the stillness of the picture was not caused by the poor network.
He found it a little amusing and was just about to see how long he could stay still when he saw the little black man suddenly lower his head and pick up his cell phone.
The surveillance video is several dozen seconds behind the reality. He thought that he must have received the text message he replied to.
In fact, Ou Shaowen did not expect to receive a text message from Ou Renjin, so he was very happy to see his reply. He repeated those words two or three times between his lips. He stood up contentedly, moved the chair under him to the bookshelf, took off his shoes, climbed up, and started to pull out books from the first row and sorted them out.
After a few minutes, Ou Renjin broke away from the densely packed English pages and glanced at the lower right corner of the screen to zoom out. The first row of the bookshelf was already fully displayed. All the books were arranged from small to large, with the same color placed together. It looked neat and orderly at a glance, which made people feel refreshed.
What a strange person! Ou Renjin originally thought that he sent the text message to show his desire for knowledge and love for books, to show his ambition, curiosity and curiosity about the world. He didn't care whether it was true or false. The residents of the villas before had shown these things, which was also one of the meanings of the existence of this whole bookcase.
But he didn't expect that what he showed him now was his somewhat strange obsessive-compulsive disorder and his strong ability to act as soon as he said he would.
He stood there like a collection of contradictions, or like a half-hidden secret.
Ou Shaowen was still standing on the chair, stretching out his arms, pulling out books one by one, and putting them back one by one. There was a comfortable rhythm and charm in his movements.
It was obviously a very boring picture, with no secrets, no gossip, no jokes, and no drama, but Ou Renjin still did not close the page. He did not focus all his attention on it, but would just casually glance at the lower right corner during his work.
Ou Shaowen quickly tidied up an entire wall of books. He moved the chair away, took two steps back, looked up at the fruits of his labor, and began to stand still like a statue again.
Ou Renjin smiled, and as if wanting to break his state, he sent another text message.
"Can I come over to have dinner with you tonight?"
Sure enough, after a while, the little black household finally moved again and looked at the phone. This time, Ou Renjin cut out the camera on the bookcase, enlarged the picture, and clearly saw the little black household's expression.
To be honest, the expressions on his face are very small, and he looks very calm from a distance, but when you zoom in, you will find that he has a pair of eyes that can speak.
Those eyes allowed Ou Renjin to easily detect his surprise and hesitation, as well as his full joy and happiness.
"Sure." Ou Renjin received his reply.
No matter what, there's always something self-satisfying about meeting someone who's happy about you.
When Ou Renjin returned to the villa, Ou Shaowen was squatting in the corridor on the second floor playing with his remote control racing car. This toy was once the favorite toy of the youngest son of a professor in the laboratory. When he was restrained in the hospital bed and unable to move, he was always attracted by the sound of its motor.
The child was very well behaved. At that time, he always played with this old and outdated remote control racing car in the corridor, playing back and forth for a whole afternoon. There was only a glass between them, and Ou Shaowen's eyes were always on the racing car. The pictures in his eyes were still, except for the racing car, which was moving, moving so happily and unrestrainedly.
Ou Renjin stood at the stairs for a while, watching Ou Shaowen control the racing car in front of him to circle regularly, and the trajectory of each circle seemed to overlap.
The trajectory goes on and on, never stopping.
He took two steps forward and squatted down. He stretched out his finger and gently pushed the car. The direction of the car was disrupted and it crashed into the wall on one side. It turned over with a "bang" and the four wheels were spinning weakly.
Ou Shaowen raised his head and saw him. He didn't show any displeasure about the destroyed toys. He stood up with his bright eyes blinking.
"Is it fun?"
He nodded.
"I'll take you to something more fun some other day."
Ou Shaowen obviously wanted to curl up the corners of his mouth, although he didn't do it in the end, but everyone could see that he was happy.
It's so easy to satisfy! I just don't know if I will always be so easily satisfied!
While eating, Ou Renjin suddenly asked, "The doctor said before that there is no physical problem with your throat, so what happened that made you unwilling to speak?"
When he asked this question, he didn't look at him, as if he was just saying it casually and didn't mean to know the answer.
But Ou Shaowen put down his bowl and chopsticks very solemnly, thought for a moment, and typed on his mobile phone - It’s not that I don’t want to talk, it’s just that no one has talked to me.
The moment he saw this answer, Ou Renjin paused, then looked up and smiled at him, with a soft light in his dark eyes, "I'd love to talk to you. I've always wanted to hear your voice."
It was like a huge wave hit Ou Shaowen and completely submerged him. He felt a little breathless, but soon, the waves that enveloped him turned pink. The air tasted sweet, and his nose felt a little sour for some reason.
"Okay, I'll let you hear my voice soon." He pretended to be calm and didn't let his hands tremble as he typed.
What a childish statement, it seems that all the difficulties and obstacles in the world can be easily overcome.
Ou Renjin smiled and reached out to touch Ou Shaowen's cheek, "Don't worry, I can wait for you to take your time."
"I've been very busy these past two days and may not have time to come and accompany you. Tomorrow I'll ask Guan Qijun to come and take you to get some documents. Be good and cooperate with him, okay?"
Ou Shaowen actually didn’t quite understand what the item meant, but when he asked him to be good, he nodded quickly.
After dinner, Ou Renjin sat on the sofa and watched TV with him for a while. Before leaving, he seemed to suddenly remember something, took out an exquisitely packaged box from his pocket and handed it to him.
Ou Shaowen didn't move, just looked at him in confusion.
"Here, this is your gift."
It's a gift! Ou Shaowen knew the meaning of this word, but it was the first time he heard someone say these two words to him. He looked a little dazed, took the box, and held it tightly with his fingers.
The way he lowered his eyebrows and drooped his eyelashes was extremely moving. If it was not from the heart, then he must be the best actor Ou Renjin had ever seen.
"Next time we meet, you have to gain a little weight. You are thinner than me." Ou Renjin finally put his arm around his waist and turned away.
Ou Shaowen stood at the door, silently looking in the direction he left. During this time, Aunt Zhou passed by the living room once and said with a smile: "It's been a long time since he left. Don't look at him. Mr. Ou will come to see you when he has time."
Ou Shaowen turned around and looked over there in confusion. He didn't hear clearly what she said. He just nodded slightly and looked in that direction without moving.
For some reason, Aunt Zhou suddenly felt very uncomfortable. This child was too stupid. This villa could not accommodate such a stupid person. This would not be his home.
She sighed, shook her head and walked away.
Ou Shaowen stood holding the box for a long time, and finally opened the package gently. In the box was a piece of emerald green jade, in the shape of bamboo, tied with dark green knots.