Luo Yang has always known that he is stupid, and he always thinks, if only he could be a little smarter, just a little bit smarter.
But now that he is really smart, he feels that it would be great if he could be a little more stupid.
Rong Yu pushed the door and walked in from the outside, snowflakes drifted into the house with the wind, and disappeared immediately.
Being blown by this cold wind, Luo Yang shrank his neck, as if he was very afraid of the cold, he tightly covered the small quilt on his body.
Rong Yu hurriedly closed the door, "What's wrong? It's cold?"
Luo Yang stretched out his hand from the quilt and held it on the back of Rong Yu's hand, "Brother Rong, I don't know why, but my hands can't be warmed, it's so cold."
Luo Yang's hands were not as big as Rong Yu's palms, they were fat and fat, but when he held them, the backs of his palms were icy cold.
Rong Yu rubbed his palms for him, "It's okay, Brother Rong rubs it for you, and you won't be cold soon."
Luo Yang seemed to be at a loss, looking at Rong Yu in dismay, "Brother Rong, I had another dream yesterday, I wanted to ask my brother about something just now, but he left without listening to me, can you tell me? "
Rong Yu's hands froze for a moment, but the next second he continued to rub the palms and backs of his hands as if nothing had happened until they became hot.
"what do you wish to ask?"
Luo Yang stared at the corner of the wall, still recalling the dream he had last night, "I had a dream last night. I dreamed that a child was in this room. I don't know his name, but he was bleeding a lot. , It's so cold, I asked him where his family is and he didn't answer me, he is so pitiful."
"It's just a dream."
Luo Yang looked away from the corner of the wall, as if he had stared at it for a long time, his eyes were red and moist, "But that person looks exactly like me, and he is still writing in that diary, he said he was He has lived here for a long time, and he said he doesn't want to live here anymore, Brother Rong, do you know who he is?"
Luo Yang's eyes gradually became moist, and he firmly grasped Luo Chen's palm with both hands, with a gesture of not giving up until he asked for an answer, "Brother Rong, you said that you would not lie to me, right, can you tell me?" , that person... he..."
Rong Yu sighed silently.
He originally hoped that Luo Yang would remember, but the more he got here, the more afraid he was, afraid that one day Luo Yang would remember, think of those unrecognizable pasts, those blood-stained pasts.
But there is no way, no matter how much he doesn't want Luo Yang to think about it, one day, he will still think about it.
The only thing Rong Yu can do now is to drag it on, as long as possible.
It is a day to be able to delay.
"He is the little nine-tailed fox."
Luo Yang was stunned.
"Little Fox?"
"Yes," Rong Yu's face remained the same, rubbing his little head and even smiling, "Do you still remember the photo you saw on my desk before, it was him, brother Rong didn't tell you before, because he didn't want you to be disappointed, This house used to be where the little fox lived, and before you kept clamoring to find that little fox, thinking about it day and night, dreaming about it at night, that’s why you dreamed of him.”
Luo Yang wanted to believe, but also doubted, he wrinkled his face in confusion and asked, "But why does he look the same as me?"
"Because you are dreaming, and those dreams are usually fabricated by yourself. The person in the dream is naturally imagined by yourself. Think about it, you have never seen what that little fox looks like. You How could you dream of him?"
Luo Yang stared at him blankly, frowning, and seemed to think there was some truth.
Seeing that Luo Yang's mood was loose, Rong Yu continued: "So, don't think about it, wait for Brother Rong to find the whereabouts of the little fox in two days, and take you to find him, okay?"
Luo Yang seemed to be moved by Rong Yu's words.
Thinking about it carefully, it seems that this is really possible.
"Then what I just said to brother..." Luo Yang became anxious again, "Brother Rong, will brother blame me? I was angry at brother just now."
"It's okay, he won't blame you, don't worry."
"But my brother left just now impatiently. He said he came to see me, but he left in anger."
There is something to eat in Rong Yu's heart.
In fact, ever since Luo Chen reappeared in Luo Yang's life, he has been uncomfortable.
But now he still has to comfort him, "Your brother is just in a hurry, why is he angry with you?"
Luo Yang's mood gradually calmed down, remembering that he got angry with Luo Chen for no reason just now, he was anxious and angry, but now it was snowing outside the house, Rong Yu would definitely not agree to him going to find Luo Chen.
Anxious and annoyed, Luo Yang buried his head in the bed, covered himself tightly, and said in a muffled voice: "Brother Rong, I said something wrong just now, let me reflect on myself."
Rong and the idea were immediately relieved, and worried that he was stuffing himself, "Reflect on why you stuff yourself in the quilt, come out quickly, and be careful not to get stuffy."
Luo Yang showed his hairy little head, and looked at him with a pair of big wet eyes, "Brother Rong, can you let me stay by myself for a while?"
Rong smiled at him, "The little guy is still pretending to be deep."
Seeing Luo Yang buried his head in the bed and said nothing, Rong Yu stopped talking, tucked the quilt for him and left.
However, after he left, Luo Yang slowly crawled out of the quilt. He sat on the edge of the bed blankly, seemingly a little confused, staring at the ground for a moment.
"Brother Rong won't lie to me."
It seems that there is not much confidence in what he said.
Perhaps to make himself agree with this sentence, Luo Yang said it again, "Brother Rong will not lie to me."
And he couldn't believe it, the child in the dream was really too miserable, he would rather believe that it was just a dream than believe it was real.
After a long time, Luo Yang recovered from the silence, his eyes suddenly looked at the diary on the table, Luo Yang's heart skipped a beat, he remembered what the child wrote in the diary.
Luo Yang rationally felt that he shouldn't open that diary again, but like a ghost, he walked to the table, saw the slightly yellowed and dilapidated diary in front of him, and started to open it.
The childish and scribbled words are in disorder, and the traces of tearing are particularly obvious.
Luo Yang, however, was careful not to let go of a single word, turning over page by page and reading on.
The simple and stale atmosphere, every word, every sentence, seems to carry some unbearable past.
Until he turned to one of the pages, it said.
My brother doesn't like annoying people, I am not annoying, so my brother likes me.