Lu Qi'an accompanied Lin Fengxun until nearly ten o'clock. When he was about to go home, he was kept by his aunt Lu Wanqing.
"Just stay here for one night. I'll ask the driver to bring you home to pick up something. Tell me what you want."
Lu Qi'an said, "I don't need anything, don't bother the driver to take a trip."
Lu Wanqing smiled: "It's really not necessary. The things you want are always prepared here. If there is any urgent need, you can also use Fengfeng's."
Lin Fengxun echoed: "Yes, yes, Brother Qi An can wear my pajamas."
Lu Wanqing looked at her son helplessly: "How can Qi An wear your clothes? You are three years younger, and you still don't like to eat. Now you are two sizes thinner than Qi An."
Lin Fengxun retorted dissatisfiedly: "I just can't eat it!"
Not expecting her son to answer like this, Lu Wanqing felt a pain in her heart, and quickly changed the subject: "Which room would Qi An want to sleep in today?"
Lin Fengxun hurriedly said, "Brother Qi An, sleep with me."
Lu Qi'an refused: "I'm still watching you from the side of the bed as before, and I'll leave when you fall asleep."
Lin Fengxun knew that his willfulness could not be tolerated completely, but he could be tolerated to the maximum extent. He was actually very happy in his heart, but he had to pretend to be a little dissatisfied: "That's fine."
Lu Qi'an did what he said, and after washing up, he stayed beside Lin Fengxun's bed to accompany him to sleep.
Looking at this scene, Lu Wanqing felt indescribably warm in her heart.
Lin Fengxun has never left home since he was a child, has no classroom life that his peers would have, no classmates, and no experience of playing outside with friends. Only Lu Qi'an played with him all the time, and gradually became his only playmate. So he is fourteen years old and still sticks to Lu Qi'an like a child.
Fortunately, Lu Qi'an was also a good boy. Since he was a child, he was reserved and reticent, but he was extremely patient with Lin Fengxun.
Lu Wanqing said, "Good night."
Lin Fengxun waved to her: "Good night mom."
Lu Qi'an also said, "Good night, aunt."
Lu Wanqing smiled and closed the door.
Listening to the footsteps of her aunt walking away, Lu Qi'an tucked the quilt for Lin Fengxun: "Now that my aunt is gone, let's talk about the reason why you vomited in the morning."
Lin Fengxun frowned, showing a disgusted expression: "Because I saw him."
"he?"
"Fu Jia." Lin Fengxun spat out the name with difficulty, as if it had contaminated his tongue.
Lu Qi'an didn't speak.
Lin Fengxun continued: "Yesterday he was on the edge of the living room on the first floor, it seemed he was looking for Sister Chen."
Lu Qi'an remained silent.
Lin Feng looked for a while and sat up: "Brother Qi An, why don't you speak for me?"
Lu Qi'an helped him pull the quilt up and wrap it around his shoulders: "What do you want me to say?"
Lin Fengxun choked instead. What does he want to hear? He didn't know either.
He decided early on that he would see Fu Jia as a transparent person, without even a trace of hatred or disgust, to show his complete rejection of him. But he still couldn't do it, he still disliked him so much that he felt sick when he saw him.
He desperately hoped that someone could scold Fu Jia with swear words that he had never thought of, the dirtier the better.
"Just say something." Lin Fengxun softened his tone and began to act coquettishly, "Tell me what he hates."
Lu Qi'an shook his head: "I don't know him well, so I have nothing to say."
Lin Fengxun slapped the mattress hard: "I just hate him!" The bloated dissatisfaction in his heart had nowhere to vent, making him uncomfortable.
Seeing his pale face, Lu Qi'an took his hand: "Feng Feng, lie down."
Lin Feng looked awkward and swore, "I don't."
Lu Qi'an patted his tense back: "If you don't want to see him, just ask Sister-in-law Chen to convey to him, and try to avoid you in the future."
Lin Fengxun covered half of his face with a quilt: "I even hate Sister Chen now."
Lu Qi'an frowned slightly: "Fengfeng, lie down."
"I won't."
"Lie down." Lu Qi'an's voice changed.
Lin Fengxun was stunned and looked at him cautiously: "Brother Qi An..."
"It's getting late, going to bed late is not good for your health." Lu Qi'an's voice became soft again. As if the person who spit out those two words coldly just now was not him.
Lin Fengxun breathed a sigh of relief, did not dare to be stubborn any longer, and lay down obediently. But he didn't sleep at all, and he became more awake after the trouble just now.
Lu Qi'an said: "Fengfeng, you are a boy, you must know how to be open-minded."
"I see." Lin Fengxun responded perfunctorily.
Lu Qi'an knew that he didn't understand: "You can hate him, but don't let this emotion affect yourself."
Lin Fengxun just wanted to cover his ears.
Lu Qi'an continued the lecture for twenty minutes, and Lin Fengxun finally fell asleep exhausted. He sat for a while longer, and when he saw that Lin Fengxun didn't kick the quilt, he walked out of the room lightly.
Lin Fengxun's room was on the third floor, and the guest room was on the second floor. He went down the small stairs at the side of the villa and ran into Sister Chen who was wiping the handrail.
Sister Chen nodded to him.
Lu Qi'an stopped: "Sister Chen, I have something to ask you."
When Sister Chen heard his words, she put her hands away and placed it in front of her cautiously: "Hey, tell me."
"Please let Fu Jiaduo pay more attention, don't go near the living room on the first floor, and go through the back door in the future." Lu Qi'an said.
Sister-in-law Chen nodded her head several times before she could hear him, as if she had expected the whole paragraph when she heard the first word.
"Thank you, Sister Chen."
"No thanks, trivial matter, trivial matter." Sister Chen felt a little frightened for this thank you.
Lu Qi'an continued to go down, bypassing the middle platform of the stairs, and found that there was another person cleaning the stairs. He squatted on the steps, sprayed with a rag in one hand, and repeated the action of spraying it three times and wiping it with the rag.
Lu Qi'an's movement was not small, he couldn't have not noticed it, but he was unmoved, and he didn't even raise his head.
He was wearing a high school uniform. Lu Qi'an knew this school uniform. The No. 16 Middle School in the city had the lowest teaching quality among the dozen high schools in the city. The only thing he could do well was basketball, which was once his strong opponent in the city league.
The only person who could wear school uniforms in the villa could be Fu Jia.
Lu Qi'an said, "I borrowed it."
The spare stairs were pitifully small, and Fu Jia was blocked on the stairs, making it impossible for him to pass.
Fu Jia didn't move.
Sister Chen heard the voice and ran over quickly. Seeing Fu Jia, her eyes widened: "Didn't I tell you to clean the first floor, why did you come here? Get out of the way."
Fu Jia still didn't raise his head, but stopped moving, resting his hands on the floor.
Lu Qi'an was condescending, and he could see the back of his neck and the raised shoulder blades on his thin back.
Sister-in-law Chen: "Fu Jia?"
Fu Jia finally responded: "I'm sorry, my legs are numb, wait a minute."
He raised his head and looked at Lu Qi'an.
It was a pair of eyes that no light could penetrate.
This thought suddenly appeared in Lu Qi'an's mind, and he realized that he had made a wrong metaphor. Which pair of eyes can't get in the light? But Fu Jia's pupils were too dark, with a half-smiling expression, as if they had never been illuminated.
"I'll take another staircase." Lu Qi'an turned around.
Sister-in-law Chen stopped him: "Farewell, I told him to get out of the way, Fu Jia, get out of the way quickly."
Fu Jia rubbed his calf: "No, I still can't stand up, or you can just step over me like this, I don't mind." He smiled and showed his teeth.
Lu Qi'an frowned and didn't answer.
Fu Jia made a strange expression, raised his eyebrows, and turned down the corners of his mouth, as if to say, "What should I do?"
Lu Qi'an looked away from him: "Sister Chen, why did you let him clean up?"
Sister Chen and Fu Jia were stunned.
"I..." Mrs. Chen hesitated, unable to say clearly, "Because I'm late every day and he wants to help me, so..."
Lu Qi'an interrupted her: "He is my uncle's guest. It's unreasonable to ask him to help you clean. If I explain this to my uncle, he should dismiss you."
He said it beautifully: "uncle's guest".
Sister Chen's eyes became terrified.
Fu Jia quickly stood up from the ground, faster than a high jumper. He turned sideways, leaned against the wall, and motioned for Lu Qi'an to go over: "It's alright now, please come over."
Lu Qi'an went downstairs and left without saying a word.
Sister Chen and Fu Jia, who stayed in the same place, didn't speak for a long time. After a long time, Sister Chen said, "You heard it. Don't go to the living room in the future, and go through the back door when you go in and out."
Fu Jia hummed.
Sister Chen looked at him, and something similar to compassion appeared in her eyes again.
Fu Jia hated this look the most. This is how people look at abandoned kittens and puppies on the side of the road, but they just look at them, take pity on them, and turn away.
Sister Chen said, "Don't help me in the future."
Fu Jia did not respond.
Sister Chen hesitated for a moment, then put her hand on his shoulder lightly: "Do you want to move out?"
Fu Jia is very decisive: "No."
He should never move out.
He hasn't lost yet.
Fu Jia was taken home by his father at the age of eight, and his childhood memories have only been a few fragments since then.
Father's villa is very big. There is a row of servants' rooms on the first floor. Father took him and said, "You stay here for a while."
This will be ten years.
He lives in the room of his cleaning aunt, Sister Chen, like a mouse in the villa, and his father, his wife and children will stay far away when they see him.
Sister Chen's son would come over to eat every night. He would burn Fu Jia's hand with a cigarette butt, and threatened him not to scream in pain. If he accidentally screamed, he would burn another one. The most terrible thing is that when he was smoking, Sister Chen happened to come over. At that time, he would use Fu Jia's hand as an ashtray, and let Fu Jia hide the burning cigarette butt in his palm.
When reminiscing, this clip will always be at the top, flashing back and forth countless times, tormenting Fu Jia enough before moving on to the next one.
It was a cloudy day. Fu Jia hid in the courtyard and blew on the scar on his hand that had just been scalded. He heard the laughter of children across the room.
A little boy said, "Brother Qi'an, I want you to catch a dragonfly for me!"
Another boy's voice pretended to be mature: "Okay, you wait for me here."
Next, someone pushed open the door, walked through the garden, and the sound of grass brushing over clothes. When the voice stopped, Fu Jia looked in horror at the boy who found him by accident.
However, the other party seemed very calm and didn't care about him, and catching dragonflies was the point.
He started to flutter the dragonfly, and the dragonfly began to flutter, and the sun began to seem illogical at this moment, flickering with the boy's movements. But this is a memory after all, and because it is a memory, Fu Jia devoted all his imagination to beautify it.
After an unknown amount of time, the dragonfly rushed to Fu Jia's side, and he subconsciously reached out and grabbed it.
The boy stopped. "Can you give it to me?"
Fu Jia said, "Okay... okay."
He stretched out his hand, and the boy reached over, grabbed the dragonfly, and handed back a Band-Aid.
Cartoon style, SpongeBob SquarePants.
Fu Jia's eyes widened in surprise.
"You have a wound on your hand," the boy said, and left with the dragonfly.
Fu Jia dazedly tore open the package of the Band-Aid and stuck it on his hand. His movements were clumsy and the tape parts were sticking to each other. But in the end it managed to cover the wound.
After returning to the room, Sister Chen looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly changed her face and shouted, "Where did you get this thing?"
She grabbed Fu Jia's hand and looked at the SpongeBob SquarePants Band-Aid wrapped around his fingers in shock and anger.
Fu Jia smiled and didn't say anything, wanting to be vague.
Sister Chen raised her hand, and with a snap, slapped Fu Jia's face.
She does cleaning work all the year round, and her hands are covered with thick calluses. Fu Jia swayed in place and couldn't even scream.
"How can you steal Fengfeng's things!" Chen Wei angrily reprimanded.
"I didn't..." Fu Jia didn't dare to look at Sister Chen's angry eyes, but just defended in a low voice.
"You're still lying, I clearly saw Feng Feng wearing this kind of Band-Aid today, and no one bought it for you. Was it stolen or how did you get it?" Sister Chen took Fu Jia by the collar and brought him to Standing in the corner, "It's true that my wife asked me to stare at you. If you dare to steal Fengfeng's things again, I will interrupt your hand!"
Fu Jia's eyes were blank, and he just murmured: I didn't...