After Shen Jue left, the yard became quieter again. Originally, Yi Mo was reticent, Liu Yanshao was even silent, and Shen Jue was the only one in the family who talked a lot and was noisy all day long. Now that Shen Jue left, even Yi Mo felt a little strange in the quiet courtyard. Seems to have sensed something, Liu Yan, who never spoke, began to speak. As if babbling and parroting, first say word by word: good, no, walk, eat, sleep, hug.
Usually he opens his arms, and when he wants Yi Mo to hug him, Yi Mo will pick him up, walk for a while and then put him down.
But now it is much stickier, she put it down without moving, just poked it straight in front of Yi Mo, saying: Yi Mo, hug.
When you are sleepy, you will say: Yi Mo, sleep. When you are hungry, you will say: Yimo, I am hungry.
Over time, Yi Mo found that before he spoke, he had to bring his own name. As if there was some kind of stubbornness, as long as he said anything, he would call his name. Even if it has nothing to do with him, for example, he sees a bird on the mountain, even if Yi Mo is not by his side, he will still say: Yi Mo, fly.
This day, when Liu Yan was squatting by the stream watching the tadpoles, he said to himself again: Yi Mo, hide. What he meant was that the tadpoles got under the aquatic plants and disappeared. Yi Mo stood behind him, Wen Yan couldn't help pulling Liu Yan's shoulder, pulled him up, and turned to face her.
Liu Yan was stupid, being pulled up suddenly, she didn't know what to do, she still maintained the posture of looking down at the tadpole, not knowing how to raise her face.
Yi Mo clamped his chin, forcing him to raise his face, looked into those innocent eyes, and asked, "Why do you call me every time?"
Liu Yan looked at him stupidly, seemed to understand his question, but also didn't seem to understand, she just looked at that pretty face, moved her lips for a long time, seemed to want to answer something, but couldn't say it, finally, held back for a long time , and only choked out two words: Yimo.
"Yi Mo," Liu Yan said, and put his arms around his neck, the young man's thin body pressed against his chest, and said, "Yi Mo."
No matter how Yi Mo asked, how to interrogate, Liu Yan only opened a pair of dull and innocent eyes, and called him over and over again: "Yi Mo."
He said these two words very clearly, with his tongue pressed against his lower teeth, his lips flattened, and he slowly called out his last name, then pursed his lips and parted, and spoke out his name.
"Yi Mo." He called, his voice murmured, full of attachment, like a love language.
Yi Mo closed his eyes, not knowing whether he was really stupid or fake. Finally opened his eyes, he had nothing to say, hugged the boy in front of him, and whispered: "You idiot."
After hearing this, Liu Yan buried herself in his chest. After a long time, she muffled her voice and said something he had never said before.
Liu Yan said: "You, no, like, me, because, I'm stupid, don't you?"
It was the first time he spoke such a long sentence, and he spoke intermittently, but Yi Mo couldn't help being startled. In the past few years, he never said that he didn't like him, and of course, he never said that he liked him.
Yi Mo couldn't do such a silly child, so he overlapped with Shen Qingxuan in his mind. Such an intelligent Shen Qingxuan, even if he is reincarnated as Ji Jiu, his intelligence will not diminish, and his beauty will be even greater. How could it be compared to the fool in front of him? If it weren't for the more and more similar eyebrows and eyes, and the grain of cinnabar on his chest, Yi Mo hardly knew how to convince himself that this fool was the person he was looking for.
What can be done is to take care of him and treat him well. More, but can't do it. Yi Mo admitted that he resisted and resisted this silly Liu Yan.
Especially when they meet those eyes that are no longer agile, this resistance becomes even stronger.
But he didn't know when it started, Liu Yan, who seemed stupid and stupid, already knew his resistance, and in his simple thinking, this resistance transformed into a more direct "dislike".
Seeing that he didn't answer, Liu Yan lowered her head and stopped talking. Without a soul and a soul, he is already stupid than ordinary people, and his movements are slow and slow, so even if he is sad, he will not express it. He just lowered his head, like a young animal that has lost its shelter, helpless in front of the reality in front of him.
In the end, Yi Mo hugged him, lowered her head and kissed the top of his hair, and said in a low voice, "I don't like it."
Liu Yan didn't respond for a long time, Yi Mo knew that he would be slow no matter what he did, so he waited quietly. The brook was gurgling, and the forest wind was shaking the treetops. In the lush green, a man in a black robe hugged the boy in front of him. Both sides were motionless. Liu Yan hooked his neck and snuggled up to his chest. What a sad day, so bright.
After a long time, Liu Yan said: "I'm stupid, so I, no, like me."
Yi Mo frowned and asked, "No one likes you?"
After another long time, Liu Yan replied: "Father, mother, Yi Mo."
Yi Mo was stunned, somewhat disbelieving. He was only four years old when he was carried up the mountain, and ordinary children shouldn't remember things so early. How could this idiot remember so clearly
Yi Mo asked again: "Do you still remember the past? Your mother, your father?"
Liu Yan tried her best to turn her dull brain to answer him: "Father, mother, it's not good. Yi Mo, good." He grabbed Yi Mo's lapel again, and said stupidly: "I don't like it, idiot, Yi Mo also, good."
With just such a sentence, Yi Mo suddenly felt sad and asked him, "How am I?"
Liu Yan said affirmatively, "Okay."
Yi Mo asked again: "Do you like me?"
Liu Yan said, "I like it."
It's hard to tell what the reason is, Yi Mo lowered his head and said, "I don't like fools."
This was the first time he saw Liu Yan cry. From birth to now, Liu Yan had never cried, but today she cried. Put away the arm hooked around his neck, hang it by his side, then look at Yi Mo's eyes, the round eyes are covered with mist, condensed into beads, falling down one by one. He opened his mouth, but did not cry out. Silently, even crying, like a complete fool.
Yi Mo looked at his tears quietly, not knowing why she said such words, nor why, seeing him crying, her heart was relieved a lot strangely.
Dabbing the teardrop with his finger, Yi Mo put it in his mouth and licked it, it was salty and astringent.
The idiot was still crying, a lot of rain ran out of his eyes without saying a word, and two water marks were brushed on his fair face. The water drops hung on his chin and ran to the ground non-stop.
After crying like this for a long time, Yi Mo hugged him into his arms again and brought him home. All the time, there was no sound of comfort.
Tired of crying, Liu Yan curled up on the bed and fell asleep. Yi Mo sat beside him, looking at the face that was crying in his sleep for a long time, and then said to himself in a low voice: "This is the third time you cry for me."
When I woke up the next day, the idiot was sitting on the bed, hugging his knees, his red and swollen eyes were still covered with mist, and tears kept streaming down his face, as if the tears he had stored up over the years had finally found a gap, pouring out to consume do. Yi Mo dressed him, he was crying, Yi Mo tied his hair, he was still crying, the water droplets couldn't be wiped off when he washed, and Liu Yan's eyes were swollen and couldn't open when he was feeding.
Finally Yi Mo said: "It's very ugly."
Liu Yan cried and looked at him.
Yi Mo said: "I lied to you." Stretching out his hand to touch those red and swollen eyes, Yi Mo sighed softly: "I also want to be a fool."
Liu Yan didn't understand what he said, and was still crying silently. Yi Mo rubbed his head, hugged Liu Yan into her arms, hugged him tightly for a while, and then threatened in a cold voice: "Cry again!" I don't want you."
After a while, Liu Yan's tears stopped.
Yi Mo said, "Don't cry in the future."
Liu Yan leaned against his chest, as if she was terrified that he would not want her, she held onto his skirt tightly and nodded her head.
Seeing this, Yi Mo patted him on the back, carefully comforting him, but still didn't know how stupid he was. Saying that he is stupid, but remembering things so early, saying that he is not stupid, and being downright stupid, he can cry for a day with just a word.
The silly Shen Qingxuan, Yi Mo thought about it, and felt that he wasn't too bad.
Yi Mo said: "Fool."
Liu Yan raised her head, not knowing why he called her.
Yi Mo said: "The eyes are swollen, ugly, very ugly."
Liu Yan slowly understood, knowing that he disliked him again, he pulled his lapel aggrievedly, leaned his face towards him, and said, "Yi Mo, dear, it hurts."
Yi Mo smiled, kissed his eyelid, then kissed his right eyelid, and asked, "Where does it hurt?"
Liu Yanfa was stunned for a long time before he could answer his question, and said intermittently: "Yi Mo, no, I like it, idiot, I, here, hurt." As he spoke, he grabbed his hand, placed it on his heart, and confirmed Seriously and honestly tell him: "Here, it hurts."
The skin under his hands was warm, no longer skinny, but soft and smooth to the touch, Immor paused, his fingers scratched the vermilion spot on his heart, and whispered: "Then it hurts more..."
As he spoke, he kissed his ear, and said word by word: "It hurts more for me. I feel better when you hurt."
Liu Yan stared at him obsessively, then lowered his head, looked at the slender fingers scratching his chest, looked at him for a moment, and agreed, "Okay" even though he didn't understand.
Because of his sincere agreement, Yi Mo looked at him for a long time, and finally said: "Fool."