my dad said he likes you

After eating, Xie An was going to wash his rice bowl, but before turning on the water, he was driven back to the house by Lu Yao who came over.

"Your things were just moved here, go and clean up the room first, you are not needed here."

Seeing that Lu Yao had already occupied his original position, he was silent for two seconds, then turned and walked towards the room specially cleaned up by the other party.

Things were packed and packed in a moving cardboard box, and the items inside were also neatly placed.

Seeing those belonging to Zhang Yu in the pile of clothes, his hands trembled, but he still couldn't calm down completely.

……

He didn't move Zhang Yu's things, he tidied up a little bit of his own, and saw a photo frame at the bottom.

Inside was the only photo of him and Zhang Yu taken together in a photo studio.

He took it out and put it on the table.

Everything has been sorted out, and there is one last thing left.

As soon as Xie An pushed the door open, he ran into Lu Yao who was about to knock on the door.

He paused for a second with his raised hand, and retracted it to his side: "I'm going to the clinic now, and I'll be back around five o'clock. You are waiting for me at home. I put the key on the porch. If you want to go out, remember to take it with you."

"it is good."

Xie An walked into Lu Huai's room, carried the urn on the desk back to his room.

Most of his body has already entered the sea, the rest, Xie An can only feel at ease if he puts it by his side.

Putting the urn away, he looked around the room, fell back and threw himself onto the bed.

I don't want to wake up, I always feel that there is no Zhang Yu's world, and the colors around me have changed.

——It was all gray and white, without any brilliance.

He closed his eyes, and seemed to hear someone whispering in his ear: "Brother An."

The tone is immature, with a childlike innocence and liveliness.

……

When Lu Yao opened the door and entered the room, there was a dead silence in the room.

The key to the porch is still where it was.

——Xie An didn't go out.

After he changed his shoes, his stomach was already making warning sounds.

I wanted to go into the kitchen and cook the food first, but when I got halfway there, I sighed and turned around to go to Xie An's room.

The door is closed.

He tapped twice: "Xie An?"

There was no sound from inside.

After waiting for three seconds, he pressed the doorknob directly.

There was no light in the room, and there was night outside the window, but the room was terribly dark.

The person huddled under the quilt on the bed had such a faint breath that it was almost impossible to feel his presence.

As soon as Lu Yao approached, Xie An woke up.

The world in the dream was so beautiful that he was reluctant to leave. He hadn't fully enjoyed it yet, but there was a light sound coming out of nowhere, like a heavy hammer hitting the glass shell.

The glass shattered bit by bit, the surrounding scenes began to change, and the appearance of the people who were laughing and playing with him gradually became transparent.

He reached out to touch him, his fingertips pressed against his forehead, and penetrated uncontrollably.

At the same moment, the consciousness of reality returned, everything around him disappeared, his eyes were dark, and the sound of footsteps came from his ears, making him understand that he had returned to this world.

Xie An didn't get up, but turned his body slightly, looking at the approaching figure in the darkness.

He opened his mouth, hiding his fragility in his voice: "Uncle Yao, are you back?"

"Clap."

Lu Yao pressed the indoor light switch next to the bed, and the warm yellow light on the left turned on, illuminating the fine sweat on Xie An's forehead.

With just one glance, you can see the emotion in his eyes at the moment.

He half-bent down, touched the wet hair sticking to his forehead with slightly cool fingertips, and before he could speak, this simple movement seemed to have touched a switch on the boy's body, his body froze, In the next second, his head involuntarily leaned into his arms.

Xie An didn't speak, he just clung to his arms like insecure, so well-behaved that it made people feel distressed.

Lu Yao let him lean on him, and the expression in his eyes gradually deepened.

After a long time, he heard Xie An whisper: "Uncle Yao, give me a little more time."

He knows what he's talking about.

Help him deal with the funeral, take him home, and give him a place where he can settle down.

As an elder, what I have done for him is enough.

What he said while hugging him in the hospital that day was supposed to be his last comfort as an elder.

As for whether his current mental state has recovered or not, if we really talk about it in detail, he doesn't need to come to help and appease him.

But he suddenly seemed to be possessed, and the words he said were a little uncontrollable: "I said, I will be here until that day comes."

This is not the first time he has expressed the meaning of "you and me" to him. Some words seem to come from the heart, but the reason is unknown.

The child thanked him again, with unprecedented softness and trust in his voice: "Uncle Yao, thank you."

He lowered his eyes, his black eyes were like a dark and unfathomable deep sea. The emotions in his eyes were complex and changeable, like a hurricane blowing up on the sea. After a while, the wind and sea were calm, and the emotions in his eyes turned into nothingness.

That's it.

It is he who makes children learn to take off the disguise in front of him.

——Now, the child is obedient.

—he should be happy.

……

The soft face of the person lying on the bed suddenly became ferocious, as if he had encountered a nightmare, and his breathing began to be rapid. The hands that were originally flat on both sides grabbed the quilt tightly for a while, like a drowning person, struggling to think to escape.

The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes.

In the silent and dark room, only his heavy breathing sounded like the rest of his life.

The blood-stained picture is still imprinted in the brain and cannot be peeled off.

Panting, Xie An stretched out his hand and pressed the light.

The room was brightened up, but no one felt the warmth at all. Looking at the room where there was no one else but himself, I felt more lonely and helpless.

He sat up slowly, leaning his back against the head of the bed, his cloudy vision began to focus, and he saw the photo frame on the table in front of him, the boy's face in it began to overlap with the blood-stained face in the dream just now, he ran suddenly Get out of bed, go barefoot to pick up the photo frame, press it in your arms, and sit back on the bed.

The boy hugged the photo frame and sat on the bed. The dim yellow light above his head quietly hit him, casting a black shadow on the floor beside the bed.

All night, the lights never went out.

……

Xie An was like a prisoner imprisoned in the night, he didn't dare to move an inch before dawn.

Dawn broke in the sky, and a ray of light from the morning sun penetrated into the room through the undrawn curtains. He caught the extra bright breath in the room, and finally had a chance to breathe.

His body was numb from staying in the same posture for a long time. He sat and rested for a while, and felt that he was almost done. He got out of bed with the photo frame in his arms, and carefully placed it on the desk.

Looking at the person in the photo frame tenderly, he said good morning to him.

He went to the window again, pulled the curtains abruptly, and more light rushed into the room.

His breathing began to ease, and his expression, which had been numb all night, also relaxed slightly.

Xie An turned off the lights and walked out, the room was very quiet, it seemed that Lu Yao hadn't woken up yet.

He went to wash up first, looked at the haggard man in the mirror, and didn't force himself to twitch his mouth.

……

The kitchen was clean and the man kept everything in order.

Xie An opened the refrigerator, looked at the contents, and finally took out a package of noodles that had been opened.

Although he has never cooked anything, even if he is a novice in the kitchen, he should know how to cook noodles.

When the water was bubbling, he first put some condiments down, not too much, for fear that it would be too heavy, after seasoning, while the boiling water was still tumbling, he quickly poured the noodles into it.

Divide the cooked noodles into two bowls, pour the soup, and bring them to the table together.

He didn't know when Lu Yao would wake up, but the noodles would fall off if left for too long, so after thinking about it, he was going to wake someone up.

As soon as he turned around, he met Lu Yao who happened to appear at the door of the kitchen.

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized, and greeted the man: "Uncle Yao, are you awake?"

Lu Yao saw the noodles in the bowl, walked to the table and sat down: "Have you cooked the noodles?"

Xie An nodded, walked over with chopsticks and a spoon, and handed him a pair.

He sat down opposite the man, and instead of stretching out his chopsticks, he stared nervously at him with the chopsticks in his hand.

The man didn't move either, he looked down at the bland noodles in the bowl.

This is a bowl of clear soup noodles, a clear soup in the true sense, so clean that not even a little oil foam can be seen.

Even the color of the noodles is the purest white, which makes people really unable to arouse the slightest appetite.

Noticing that Lu Yao's gaze stayed for a long time, Xie An's hand holding the chopsticks tightened a little: "Uncle Yao, do the noodles look tasteless? This is the first time I cook."

Lu Yao didn't speak, took a spoon to take a sip of the soup, the taste was very bland, and it was impossible to taste whether there were any seasonings.

Xie An looked at him without blinking, seeing that his expression hadn't changed, his heart sank a little, but not completely, until the other party picked up the noodles and swallowed them without changing his expression, his uneasy heart stopped. Finally fell steadily.

Lu Yao glanced at him calmly, and saw that compared with yesterday, he had a slightly angry face, and there was a faint blue trace under the drooping eyelids.

"Did you sleep well last night?"

Xie An didn't dare to hide it, but he didn't confess it completely either: "It's a bit of a confession, just a couple of days to get used to it and it will be fine."

"Ah."

After a while, Xie An said hesitantly, "Uncle Yao, shall I cook in the future?"

Lu Yao helped him so much, but when he thought about it carefully, he didn't do anything for him.

With his current ability, the only thing he can help with is housework.

Lu Yao swallowed the last mouthful of noodles and the clear soup in the bowl, and after taking the first mouthful, he didn't touch it again.

"No, I'm not too busy at work to do housework."

"but--"

Lu Yao interrupted him directly: "If you have such thoughts, you might as well go back to school early and bring me a report card with a higher score at the end of the semester. It is far more gratifying than seeing you clean up the house."

Xie An was silent.

Lu Yao got up and put the bowl into the sink. When he came back, he saw Xie An staring straight at him, with a rekindled light in his eyes that could not be ignored.

"Uncle Yao, I understand, I will not let you down."

He didn't know what Xie An understood from his words, but he was relieved to dispel his idea of ​​not moving the kitchen anymore.

After all, the bowl of noodles cooked by Xie An was really unpalatable.

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