crossing the dangerous bridge

Lin Jianxi had a very long dream.

I can't remember all the content of the dream, and when I open my eyes, I can only feel a heavy sense of exhaustion.

Uh... open your eyes?

How could he still open his eyes?Isn't he already dead?

He glanced around blankly, and was surrounded by the Lin Family's courtyard that he was all too familiar with. The light was still on, and the faint light seemed to ripple.

Is this also a dream?

He was ignorant, and when he realized something, he turned his head instinctively and looked a little behind him.

There stood a little boy.

A child he knew all too well.

The little boy hugged the lamb doll and looked at him blankly and timidly.

When Lin Jianxi saw him, the phrase "You shouldn't be nice to me" that someone who didn't know good or bad said to him flashed through his mind, and he couldn't get angry, and he opened his mouth and asked, "Where is Xiao Ye from?" dog?"

The little boy seemed to be frightened, with endless tears pouring out of his chubby eyes, he took a step back, grabbed the lamb's ears firmly, and replied with sobs, "Woo...woof!"

Lin Jianxi: "..."

Why is this dream so smart?

He was just about to reach out and pinch the puppy's chubby face when the voice from outside the door made him freeze in place.

"Lin Lin, why are you standing still in the yard with your brother? Come in, there are mosquitoes outside."

Lin Jianxi suddenly turned her head and saw Zhao Yunqi and Lin Zhiming get out of the car carrying paper bags, and walked over with a smile: "Why do you look at Mom and Dad like this, don't you know each other after a few days?"

This is Zhao Yunqi and Lin Zhiming, and they are quite different from the ones in his last memory.

They still look very young now, without the sense of calm and solemnity accumulated over the years, and their clean faces are not buried by blood and sand.

"..." Lin Jianxi called softly again and again, as if afraid of waking up from a dream: "Father...Mom..."

"Hey," Zhao Yunqi responded, holding a child in each hand, and walked into the house: "Let's go, go home."

Her palms were too warm to be a dream.

Lin Jianxi followed her in a daze. Only then did he realize that his hands were as small as a child's.

How is this going?His mind was empty, he couldn't think of any thoughts, whether it was a dream or not, he no longer had the ability to distinguish.

After entering the house, warm yellow lights came rushing towards her face, Lin Jianxi finally saw herself in the mirror, a childish self.

It looks too young, it seems to be only seven or eight years old.

"Lin Lin," Zhao Yunqi looked at him worriedly, "Why are you in a daze?"

Before deciding to bring Jiang Yu home, she made a phone call with her son, lest she suddenly bring a younger brother back to make him angry. Lin Lin on the phone was very happy, which made her feel a little relieved.

When she got home, she asked Jiang Yu to get to know her brother first, but the atmosphere between the two children was very strange, Lin Lin didn't look happy at all, and Jiang Yu seemed to be very afraid of him, and didn't dare to approach him at all.

Could it be that it was a lie that the son wanted his younger brother every day?Would he be unhappy if he really had a younger brother?

Ms. Zhao's heart was full of alarm bells, and she kept watching the two children, fearing that they would fight if they disagreed.

"Ah," Lin Jianxi recovered slightly, "I'm not in a daze..."

He was too uncomfortable with the milky voice now, so he resisted the awkwardness and said, "I'm sleepy and want to sleep."

"Really?" Zhao Yunqi still didn't quite believe it. She glanced at Jiang Yu who was sitting obediently on the sofa. There were still tears in the child's eyes, and she kept grabbing the lamb's ears with her hands, but her eyes kept looking at her brother. , like wanting to get close but not daring to get close.

Zhao Yunqi couldn't bear to look away, and took Lin Jianxi's hand: "Lin Lin, come with mom, mom has something to tell you."

"Oh." Lin Jianxi instinctively followed her.

Jiang Yu turned his head and watched the figures of the two slowly walk away. Even though they were gone, he still stared at the corner of the wall where Lin Jianxi disappeared, looking and looking persistently.

After a while, he turned back, lowered his head in grievance, and mechanically grabbed the lamb's wool.

"Lin Lin," Zhao Yunqi walked to the end of the corridor, and then asked with confidence: "Do you not like your brother?"

Lin Jianxi blinked and shook her head: "...There is no dislike."

"But you look very unhappy." Zhao Yunqi said: "If you don't like your brother, tell your mother, don't hold back, it's not good for you and brother, you know?"

Lin Jianxi's voice was a little softer, but she still said, "I don't like it."

He just didn't know how to face all this.

Everything that seemed absurd but real also didn't know how to face Jiang Yu now.

He just said that he was a little wild dog, but the illusion that he thought was a dream woke up, and he finally realized that everything now is not a dream, and he returned to his childhood, although he didn't understand why.

Now it's... the night when Jiang Yu first came to Lin's house. At this time, Jiang Yu had no parents and was scolded by him. No wonder he cried so hard.

His heart was in a mess, the past, the past, life and death rushed in one after another, blocking him uncomfortable.

"Mom," he said lowly, "can I, can I hug you?"

Zhao Yunqi squatted down with a smile, and gently hugged him into her arms: "Why are you acting like a baby with your mother and getting shy?"

Lin Jianxi rubbed her face like a cat, not ashamed to tell her that her precious son is no longer a seven-year-old coquette, but an adult with an adult soul.

When he returned to the living room, the lamb in Jiang Yu's hand was almost bald.

Lin Zhiming and Aunt Wang coaxed him at a loss, but no matter how they coaxed him, he looked like he was about to cry. Hearing the sound of footsteps, the three of them turned their heads together. The two adults were helpless, and one small eye lit up. He lowered his head awkwardly and continued to torment the doll in his hand.

Zhao Yunqi understood at a glance that Jiang Yu obviously wanted to play with his brother, but was afraid that his brother would not like him.

She lowered her eyes and looked at Lin Jianxi, without urging, but quietly waiting for him to choose.

Lin Jianxi had a strange feeling in her heart.

He could vaguely feel that Jiang Yu was looking forward to him, but he had just scolded him. Did this little brat hold no grudges at all, or was it because he had no family? Even though his brother looked bad, he still tried to treat him as a Someone to depend on?

...however, they all look pitiful.

He walked over uncomfortably and sat beside Jiang Yu: "...Jiang Yu."

Jiang Yu froze for a few seconds, then raised his head uneasily: "Brother...Brother."

A five-year-old kid's voice is still milky.Lin Jianxi looked at him, his thoughts were confused for a moment, and it was difficult to connect this short, round-cheeked, cute kid in every way with the lawless bastard in the future.

How Jiang Yu mutated into the gloomy and perverted psychopath that he was later on is very hard for the young master to understand.

Perhaps it was because he had been thinking for a long time, and Jiang Yu began to pluck the lamb's wool again in a daze.

"Jiang Yu." Lin Jianxi called out again.

Jiang Yu immediately looked at him, his movement reflex was faster than the military training students hearing the instructor's password.

"I didn't mean to say that to you just now, I'm sorry."

Jiang Yu pursed his lips, wanting to cry or not, and said, "I thought... my brother hated me."

"I don't hate you." Lin Jianxi thought for a while, then reached out and pinched Jiang Yu's soft face: "I don't hate you."

Jiang Yu's face was pulled, and he couldn't speak clearly again, and he didn't want to talk, he just wanted to look at Lin Jianxi.

The adults who had a heart-to-heart talk with the two children at the end of the game saw the two cubs playing together, so they came over and called them: "Lin Lin, Xiao Yu, are you hungry? Come over and have some supper?"

"Okay." Lin Jianxi replied, stood up, and was about to go to the restaurant when she stopped and glanced at Jiang Yu.

Between life and death, some things still become different.

In the past, he would carefully hold Jiang Yu's hand and go together, but now he won't.

He will wait for him, just don't hold him anymore.

Jiang Yu's mind went blank, he mechanically put the doll aside, and followed Lin Jianxi.

He looked at Lin Jianxi's empty hand, and stretched out his hand cautiously, trying to grab it, but when they were about to touch each other, he still took his hand back.

He didn't dare to hold his hand anymore.

After supper, Zhao Yunqi took the two children upstairs.

"Did my brother choose a room for my younger brother?" Zhao Yunqi said with a smile, "Let's go and see if my younger brother likes it."

Lin Jianxi walked away for a while.

It was the same way before, he chose a room for Jiang Yu, but Jiang Yu was afraid of the dark and alone, so in the end he slept with him for several years.

Was it the years of sharing the same bed that planted the root of evil in Jiang Yu's heart?Should he cut off the root cause?

The young master fell into deep thought again, hesitating between yes and no, then he suddenly turned his head and met Shang Jiang Yu's eyes.

His eyes were very round and wet at this time, like a puppy caught in the rain.

He is only five years old, without his parents, and has not yet become the little nerve that will be afraid of the dark.

He's just a little kid who doesn't know anything now.

"Sleep with me," Lin Jianxi made a decision: "Brother will be scared by himself."

"Where is my brother, do you want to sleep with my brother?" Zhao Yunqi asked gently.

"..." Jiang Yu opened his mouth and said very lightly, "I want to."

"Then it's settled," Zhao Yunqi sent the two of them back to the room, and patted the heads of the two children: "Go to bed early, little ones, good night."

She turned on the light, closed the door thoughtfully, and left.

Living back in this well-decorated children's room, Lin Jianxi felt very dreamy.

The room is full of carefully selected children's furniture, small table, small chair, small bed, thick wool carpet on the floor, it will not hurt if you accidentally fall, childish paintings are hung on the wall, and there are still pictures on the table. A pile of blocks that he didn't finish.

Everything suddenly seemed like a dream, but it was not a dream.

Lin Jianxi walked in slowly, looked around nostalgicly, until he reached the small sofa on the balcony, only then did he notice that Jiang Yu was always standing by the door, not moving a step.

"Why are you standing at the door?" Lin Jianxi smiled, "Come in."