Su Yi murmured softly, "My parents are divorced."
Just when I was about to scold her, she became pitiful again.
Lan Fuchu sighed inwardly.
Su Yi said: "Dad doesn't love Mom, so he cheated on her. He kept a mistress outside, and kept one after another... Mom loved Dad very much, so she was very miserable and got bipolar disorder. Do you know what bipolar disorder is?"
"Bipolar disorder is a combination of mania and depression. She is very excited and confident for a few days, but wants to die the next day and becomes very negative. When her father treats her well, she becomes excited and confident. When her father treats her badly, she becomes negative and depressed. She takes a lot of medicine every day. I just want to save her and liberate her, but... Mom blames me, she blames me..."
"I always feel that if this continues, Mom's illness will never be cured. Why can't she get over it? Since Dad doesn't love her, forget it. If we continue like this, it will only torture each other. It's better to end it in peace, put the illness on the agenda, and treat it properly for a while, don't you think?"
Lan Fuchu looked at the tears flashing in the corners of her eyes, his eyes darkened, "Yes."
"Am I right or wrong?" She looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"You did nothing wrong. You did the right thing."
"Then why does she blame me?"
“The authorities are the most confused.”
Su Yi was stunned for a moment, then she lay down beside him, changed her position, put her face close to his heart, and said sullenly, "If possible, I also hope that my parents' love will remain the same. Unfortunately, there are not so many perfect people in this world..."
Lan Fuchu said softly: "Well, don't blame yourself, you did nothing wrong."
The girl in his arms was no longer moving.
Lan Fuchu lowered his eyebrows. Su Yi had fallen asleep, with her little head resting on his collarbone. She looked really tired, with dark circles under her eyes and breathing heavily.
Lan Fuchu's heart suddenly softened.
He picked her up and walked out of the kitchen. He glanced around the first floor and went up to the second floor. There were several rooms in front of him. Lan Fuchu opened the door every few steps to see which one was Su Yi's room.
Although the sheets in every room are white, the decoration is different. When Lan Fuchu opened the second room, he saw several long bookcases filled with books. He knew that this room that looked like a library belonged to Su Yi.
Because apart from her, he couldn't think of anyone else who would arrange the room like this.
Lan Fuchu carried her in and saw her school uniform and schoolbag. He was basically certain that this room was Su Yi's.
He gently put Su Yi on the bed, took off his shoes and covered her with a quilt.
When he pulled the quilt up, his head did not move away immediately, but stopped very close to her face, their breathing entangled together.
His eyes unconsciously fell on that fair and beautiful face, and he did not move away for a long time.
If she hadn't taken the initiative to treat him so well, perhaps he would never have had such a heart-pounding feeling and experience in his entire life. Looking at her silently, it seemed difficult to pull his eyes away, and his heart was even more turbulent.
He thought that liking someone was not as worth looking forward to as she said.
Thinking of this, he sighed, and was about to turn around and leave when his hand was grabbed by the sleeping person.
"Don't go..." Su Yi held his hand tightly, her voice lazy and sleepy.
Lan Fuchu glanced at the hand she was holding, and felt a softness in his heart. The corners of his lips raised slightly, and he lowered his voice, "You didn't sleep?"
"I want to sleep, but I have a headache and can't fall asleep." She replied in a low voice. In the silent midnight, there was only the sound of two young people talking.
"Are you drunk or not?"
"I was a little drunk, but your words 'people in the know are confused' woke me up." There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
Lan Fuchu smiled faintly and touched her head. "Don't bear the responsibility that you shouldn't bear. Go to sleep, dear..."
He seldom whispered so tenderly.
The last time I saw him, I was already surprised enough. This time, Su Yi felt his heart was burning. After a long while, he said, "I want to sleep, but as soon as I close my eyes, I will think about these things. I dare not sleep."
Lan Fuchu was silent for a moment, then held her hand tightly. "Perhaps, I can tell you a story?"
"Okay." Although the current behavior was too intimate, Su Yi could not refuse, because her cold and lonely heart needed care and warmth.
Lan Fuchu told her a story about Cinderella.
Although Su Yi's head was dizzy, he still frowned and complained: "I'm talking to Xiao Daibi."
"Um?"
"Do you think I've never read fairy tales? Why did you choose to tell me this story?" She pulled the pillow with a look of disgust.
"It's not that I think you haven't read this story." His cool fingers gently stroked her long hair, as if coaxing a child, "It's that I've never told anyone a bedtime story, and I don't know what to tell. What if I tell you a bedtime story that I think is suitable, but in your heart, you don't think it's a suitable story?"
Su Yi thought about it and felt that it made sense, then she laughed and looked at his face with a mischievous look in her eyes, "Hey, this is the first time I've seen you talk so much."
Lan Fuchu didn't say anything, just lowered his eyelashes and drank a sip of water.
Su Yi tilted her head toward the ceiling, placed her hands on her stomach, and said softly, "But I am already very satisfied that you told me this. After all, let alone a bedtime story, even if it is an ordinary story, you would not condescend to tell it to others, right?"
"almost."
Hearing this, Su Yi couldn't help laughing, "Little idiot, do you know that you are the person who talks the least I have ever met?"
"Eighty percent of what people say in their lifetime is nonsense. According to this theory, I have simply reduced the time I spend talking nonsense."
"Please! Could you please not be so rigid when you speak? It makes you seem like you have low emotional intelligence, you know that?" Su Yi rolled his eyes in disgust.
Lan Fuchu smiled quietly, his temperament quite calm and reserved, "Really?"
"Isn't it? Even if these words are true, but putting her in front of an interesting woman, don't you think that being stiff makes her look like an engineering guy?"
"..." Lan Fuchu frowned, "Interesting woman? You?"
"Am I not interesting?" Su Yi was dissatisfied with what he said. She was talented and humorous, so how could she not be interesting
Lan Fuchu shook his head, his attitude indifferent, "I don't think so."
Su Yi sat up immediately, "Damn it, do you dare to speak according to your conscience again?"
"..." Lan Fuchu's mouth twitched, "I wouldn't do such a stupid thing."
"You're not stupid? Who was it that seriously read out the numbers on the phone when you applied for WeChat before you were stupid? Who was it?"
The center of Lan Fuchu's forehead was slightly dark.
"Hahaha... You still don't admit it, right? It's okay, I have a trick up my sleeve. Remember that time when you went to get some water? We had a fight for some reason, and you even forgot to bring your cup. And you still say you're not stupid? Not dumb? Ha? You're hopelessly dumb. Even someone as humorous as me can be rejected by your poor eyesight. Just tell me, how dumb and stupid are you..."
"..." Lan Fuchu's face darkened as he listened. Finally, he said sinisterly, "I didn't bring my cup that time. Don't you know the reason?"
"The reason is that you are stupid, what else could it be? Haha..."
"..." Lan Fuchu suddenly had the urge to strangle her to death. She closed her eyes, and her aura became more gloomy than ever before. So until now, she didn't know why she was angry? When she took the initiative to lean over and kiss him, wasn't it to show her feelings
So, what is their relationship now
"You never knew why I was angry?" The young man stared at her with his eyes as clear as glass. For the first time, he felt mixed emotions.
"Is there really a reason?" Seeing his serious expression, Su Yi also felt something was wrong. He turned his head and looked him in the eye.
Lan Fuchu was speechless, and even subconsciously felt that Su Yi had no heart at all.
He pursed his lips slightly, looking as if he couldn't suppress his anger.
Su Yi's smile also faded, because she had a premonition that the moody little Daibi was about to come online again!
The warm and peaceful atmosphere between the two of them just disappeared without a trace in an instant.
Lan Fuchu tightened his chin, and a deep voice came out from his thin lips, "You take a rest, I'll go down first."
"What's wrong with you?" Su Yi sat up.
Lan Fuchu turned around with a cold look and went downstairs.
For the first time, Su Yi did not follow him out. He slowly placed one hand on the pillow, supporting his cheek. It was unknown what he was thinking, and there were flickering emotions in his eyes.
Then she stood up, took out a long down jacket from the closet, put it on quickly, braided her waist-length hair into a braid, put on a black hat, and went downstairs fully armed.
But she did not go after Lan Fuchu. Instead, she called a car on her cell phone, carried a travel bag, and went out.
It's snowing outside.
Lan Fuchu had already left, so she no longer needed to wait for him to come back. She stepped into the snow, moving forward with a sometimes deep, sometimes shallow pace...
(End of this chapter)