Lu Qi'an played with Lin Feng until almost ten o'clock, and when he was about to go home, he was detained by his aunt Lu Wanqing.
"Just stay here for one night. I'll ask the driver to pick up your things for you. Tell me what you want."
Lu Qi'an said, "There's nothing I need, so don't bother the driver."
Lu Wanqing smiled: " There is really nothing you need, here is always what you want, if you need it urgently, you can 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 fit in your clothes? You are three years younger and you always don't like to eat. Now you are two sizes thinner than Qi An."
Lin Feng retorted dissatisfiedly: "I just I can't eat it!"
Unexpectedly, her son would answer like this, Lu Wanqing felt a pain in her heart, and quickly changed the subject: "Which room does Qi An want to sleep in today?"
Lin Fengxun hurriedly said, "Brother Qi An, sleep with me."
Lu Qi'an refused He said: "I'll still watch you from the side of the bed as before, and wait for you to fall asleep before leaving."
Lin Fengxun knew that his waywardness could not be completely indulged, but he could be tolerated to the maximum extent. He was actually very happy in his heart, but he still had to pretend to be a little dissatisfied: "Okay then."
Lu Qi'an did what he said, and stayed beside Lin Fengxun's bed to accompany him to sleep after washing up.
Looking at this scene, Lu Wanqing felt an indescribable warmth in her heart.
Lin Fengxun has never left home since he was a child. He 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 was fourteen years old, and he was still clinging to Lu Qi'an like a child.
Fortunately, Lu Qi'an is also a good boy. Introverted and reticent since childhood, but extremely patient with Lin Fengxun.
Lu Wanqing said, "Good night."
Lin Fengxun waved to her: "Good night, mother."
Lu Qi'an also said: "Good night, aunt."
Lu Wanqing smiled and closed the door.
Hearing the sound of her aunt's footsteps going away, Lu Qi'an tucked in the quilt for Lin Fengxun: "Now 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."
"Him?"
"Fu Jia." Lin Fengxun spat out the name with difficulty, as if it polluted his tongue.
Lu Qi'an didn't speak.
Lin Fengxun continued: "Yesterday he was by the living room on the first floor, and he seemed to be looking for Mrs. Chen."
Lu Qi'an remained silent.
Lin Fengxun sat up for a while: "Brother Qi'an, why don't you speak for me?"
Lu Qi'an helped him pull up the quilt and wrapped it around his shoulders: "What do you want me to say?"
Lin Fengxun choked instead. What does he want to hear? He doesn't know either.
He decided early on that he would treat Fu Jia as a transparent person, not even a trace of hatred or dislike, in order to show his complete rejection of him. But he still couldn't do it, and he still hated him so much that he felt like throwing up when he saw him.
He desperately hoped that someone could scold Fu Jia with dirty 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 He patted the mattress hard: "I just hate him!" The swollen dissatisfaction in his heart had nowhere to vent, making him uncomfortable all over.
Seeing that his face turned pale, Lu Qi'an held his hand: "Fengfeng, lie down."
Lin Fengxun hesitated, and swore, "I don't."
Lu Qi'an patted his tense back, "If you don't want to see him, ask Aunt Chen to convey to him, and try to avoid you in the future."
Lin Fengxun covered him with a quilt Covering half of his face: "I even hate Mrs. 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 now, going to bed late is not good for your health." Lu Qi'an's voice became soft again. It seemed that he wasn't the one who uttered those two words coldly just now.
Lin Fengxun breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to be stubborn anymore, and lay down obediently. But he didn't feel sleepy at all, and he became more awake after the disturbance 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 he didn't understand: "You can hate him, but don't let this emotion affect yourself."
Lin Fengxun 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 Feng hadn't kicked the quilt, he quietly exited the room.
Lin Fengxun's room was on the third floor, and the guest room was on the second floor. He went down the small stairs on the side of the villa and ran into Mrs. Chen who was cleaning the handrail.
Mrs. Chen nodded to him.
Lu Qi'an stopped in his tracks: "Sister-in-law Chen, I have something to ask you."
After hearing what he said, sister-in-law Chen held her hands and put them in front of her cautiously: "Hey, tell me."
"Please tell Fu Jia more Be careful, don't get close to the living room on the first floor, and you will use the back door when you go in and out." Lu Qi'an said.
Before Mrs. Chen finished listening to him, she nodded repeatedly, as if she had predicted the whole paragraph when she heard the first word.
"Thank you Mrs. Chen."
"No thanks, it's a small thing, a small thing." For this thank you, Mrs. Chen was a little apprehensive.
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, spraying with one hand and a rag in the other, repeating the action of spraying three times and wiping with a rag.
Lu Qi'an's movement was not small, he could not have noticed it, but he was unmoved, and he didn't even look up.
He is 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 or so high schools in the city. The only thing he could do well was basketball, which used to be his strong opponent in the city league.
The only person in the villa who can wear school uniforms is Fu Jia.
Lu Qi'an said, "Excuse me." The
spare staircase was pitifully narrow, and Fu Jia was blocked on the steps, making it impossible for him to pass.
Fu Jia didn't move.
Aunt Chen heard the voice and ran over quickly. Seeing Fu Jia, her eyes widened: "Didn't I ask you to clean the first floor? Why did you come here? Get out of the way."
Fu Jia still didn't look up, but stopped, and put his hands on the floor.
Lu Qi'an was condescending, and he could see the back of his neck and the protruding shoulder blades on his thin back.
Sister-in-law Chen: "Fu Jia?"
Fu Jia finally responded, "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 the light did not enter.
This idea suddenly came to Lu Qi'an's mind, he knew that he had made a wrong analogy. Which pair of eyes does not see the light? But Fu Jia's pupils were too dark, and with his half-smile expression, it was as if they had never been illuminated.
"I'll take another staircase." Lu Qi'an turned around.
Mrs. Chen stopped him: "Come on, I told him to get out of the way, Fu Jia, get out of the way quickly."
Fu Jia rubbed her calf: "No, I still can't stand up, or you just step over me like this!" Let's go, I don't mind." He smiled, grinning.
Lu Qi'an frowned, but did not answer.
Fu Jia made a strange expression, raised his eyebrows, and curled the corners of his mouth, as if to say: "What should we do?"
Lu Qi'an looked away from him: "Sister-in-law Chen, why did you ask him to clean up?"
Aunt Chen and Fu Jia were both stunned.
"I…" Mrs. Chen faltered and couldn't explain clearly, "Because I stay late every day, and he wants to help me, so…"
Lu Qi'an interrupted her: "He is my uncle's guest, let him help me." It's really unreasonable for you to clean up, if I explain this to my uncle, he should fire you."
He said beautifully: "Uncle's guest".
Mrs. Chen's eyes became frightened.
Fu Jia stood up from the ground quickly, faster than a high jumper. He turned sideways, leaning against the wall, and motioned for Lu Qi'an to go over: "It's all right now, please come."
Lu Qi'an went downstairs and left without saying a word.
Sister-in-law Chen and Fu Jia who stayed in the same place were silent for a long time, and it took a long time for Sister-in-law Chen to say: "You heard it all, don't go to the living room in the future, you will go in and out through the back door."
Fu Jia hummed.
Aunt Chen looked at him, and something similar to pity appeared in her eyes again.
Fu Jia hated this look the most. This is how people look at abandoned cats and dogs on the side of the road, but they just look at them, feel sorry for them, and then turn away.
Mrs. Chen said, "Don't help me with anything in the future."
Fu Jia didn't respond.
Mrs. Chen hesitated for a moment, then put her hand lightly on his shoulder: "Do you want to move out?"
Fu Jia was very decisive: "No."
He absolutely did not want to move out.
He hasn't lost yet.
Fu Jia was taken home by his father at the age of eight, and since then there are only a few fragments of childhood memories.
His father's villa was very large, and there was a row of servants' rooms on the first floor. His father took him by the hand and said, "Stay here for a while."
This time is ten years.
He lives in the room of Mrs. Chen, the cleaning aunt, like a mouse in the villa. His father, his wife and children will stay far away when they see him.
Mrs. Chen's son would come over every night to eat. He would burn Fu Jia's hand with a cigarette butt, and threatened him not to cry out in pain. If he accidentally cried out, he would burn another cigarette. The most terrible thing is that Mrs. Chen happened to come over when he was smoking. At that time, he would use Fu Jia's hand as an ashtray, and let Fu Jia hold the burning cigarette butt in his palm and hide it.
When reminiscing, this clip will always be at the top, flashing back countless times, and tortured Fu Jia enough before going to the next one.
It was a cloudy day, Fu Jia hid in the courtyard and blew on the burnt scars on her hands, and heard the laughter of children from the other side of the room.
A little boy said: "Brother Qi'an, I want you to help me catch a dragonfly!"
Another boy's voice pretended to be old-fashioned: "Okay, you wait for me here.
" Walking through the garden, the brushing sound of grass and trees passing through clothes. When the sound stopped, Fu Jia looked in horror at the boy who found him by accident.
But the other party seemed very calm and didn't care about him, catching dragonflies was the key point.
He started to catch the dragonfly, and the dragonfly also started to jump around. At this moment, the sunlight became illogical, flickering with the boy's movements. But this is a memory after all, because it is a memory, so it was beautified by Fu Jia with all his imagination.
I don't know how long it took, the dragonfly rushed to Fu Jia's side, and he subconsciously reached out and grabbed it.
The boy stopped moving: "Can you give it to me?"
Fu Jia repeated: "Okay…ok."
He stretched out his hand, and the boy stretched out his hand, grabbed the dragonfly, and handed back a band-aid.
Cartoon shape, SpongeBob SquarePants.
Fu Jia's eyes widened in surprise.
"Your hand is hurt." After the boy finished speaking, he took the dragonfly away.
Fu Jia tore off the package of the band-aid in a daze, and stuck it on her hand. His movements were clumsy and the tape sections stuck to each other. But in the end it managed to cover the wound.
After returning to the room, Mrs. Chen looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly changed her face and yelled, "Where did you get this thing?"
She grabbed Fu Jia's hand, and looked at the sponge wrapped around his fingers in surprise and anger. Baby bandages.
Fu Jia smiled, but didn't speak, and wanted to be vague.
Mrs. Chen raised her hand, and with a slap, she slapped Fu Jia on the face.
She has been doing cleaning work all year round, and her hands are covered with thick calluses, which made Fu Jia shake in place and couldn't even scream.
"How can you steal Fengfeng's things!" Mrs. Chen scolded angrily.
"I didn't…" Fu Jia didn't dare to look into Mrs. Chen's angry eyes, and just defended in a low voice.
"You are still lying. I clearly saw this kind of bandage on Fengfeng's body today, and no one bought it for you. Did you steal it or how did you get it?" Mrs. Chen took Fu Jia's collar and brought him to the hospital. Standing at the corner of the wall, "It's true that Madam asked me to stare at you. If you dare to steal Fengfeng's things again, I will break your hand!"
Fu Jia's eyes were empty, and she just murmured: I didn't…