【ABO】I should love you

When he was in the hospital, Quan Youze had already noticed Luo Mu's subtle emotions. He was not as happy as he knew the result, and there were many worries on his sad face.

Luo Mu is kind, maybe he has already prepared the idea of ​​leaving him, but he doesn't know how to say it. Instead of making him feel so embarrassed, it's better for him to say it himself. When we meet again after many years, maybe we can also talk to ordinary friends. Same hello.

After taking a bath, Luo Mu looked very tired. After running around for a day and his poor health, Luo Mu went back to the room to rest early. Quan Youze did not cross the line, and he still squatted at the door as before. Put the rope with the iron ring on the doorknob, and tie the other on your finger, so that if you fall asleep, Luo Mu will wake up as long as you open the door. Now that you don’t need these things, Quan Youze can’t fall asleep up.

He didn't want to be separated from Luo Mu in the last few days. He wished that every minute and every second of his life would be with Luo Mu. After knowing that he would leave, the remaining time seemed particularly precious.

The most uncomfortable thing is not the sudden loss, but adding time before the loss, which makes people feel powerless in panic, but cannot stop the passage of time.

Early the next morning, Luo Mu quietly opened the door as usual, and Quan Youze leaned his chair against the wall. He seemed to have haggarded a lot overnight, and he no longer had the high-spirited appearance he had when he was in school.

"...are you awake?"

Luo Mu squatted in front of Quan Youze and asked, "The doctor said I'm fine, why don't you go back to your room to rest?"

"I... I'm afraid that if I open my eyes... I won't be able to see you..."

"Didn't I promise you to celebrate the New Year together?"

"I once made an appointment to meet..." Quan Youze didn't say this sentence, because he knew that Luo Mu had tried his best, and there were always some unexpected things in the world that made people powerless.

"Youze, I want...to discuss something with you?"

Quan Youze looked at Luo Mu blankly. Ever since he knew that Luo Mu was ill, Quan Youze basically responded to his requests, but now he was discussing with himself with a face of embarrassment. He didn't understand what made Luo Mu feel Difficult.

"you say..."

"..."

Hearing Luo Mu express his thoughts, Quan Youze jumped up excitedly and asked, "Are you crazy? Why do you want to see him?"

Luo Mu lowered his head and said aggrievedly: "It's almost Chinese New Year, I want to visit him..."

"But he treated you like that, have you forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten..." Luo Mu said, "I know what he did, but he is my family, and I don't want to lose anyone..."

Luo Mu's words pierced into Quan Youze's heart like silver needles. It turned out that he still hadn't let go of the pain of losing his child, that's why he said that he didn't want to lose anyone.

"Okay! I'll take you there, but you can't keep in touch with him for too long, and I'll wait for you outside!"

Even though he was unwilling to let Luo Mu go, he still didn't want to see him sad in the end. It took time to communicate with the prison guards. Quan Youze also worked hard to help Luo Mu, so it was already afternoon when he came to the prison.

Quan Youze was worried about Luo Mu, and told him repeatedly after the car stopped, and finally he let Luo Mu in after getting a guarantee.

Carrying big bags and small bags into the tall wall, there are people standing guard everywhere inside. The people detained here are not the heinous people, but the management is also extremely strict.

Under the leadership of the prison guards, Luo Mu came to a room opposite to a place separated by a large glass. There was a phone on the platform on both sides of the glass for communication. Luo Mu sat on a chair and looked at the oppressive environment around him. , it is hard to imagine how they spend their days here.

After a while, the door of the small cell on the other side of the glass opened, and the prison guard walked over slowly with a man with handcuffs on his hands and feet. The man was also much older, and the sideburns of his hair had already turned gray, and he did not walk like before. He held his chest up like that, but now he is bent over, and he walks staggeringly.

After Luo Zhijun saw Luo Mu, he showed obvious disdain, sat lazily on the chair, picked up the phone and asked, "What? You came here specially to see my jokes?"

Luo Mu said calmly: "Before I was ill, I didn't have a chance to come and see you. Now that I'm well, I want to come and see what you lack..."

Hearing Luo Mu's tone, Luo Zhijun lined up at the table and stood up angrily and said, "Don't think you've won if you get Xinghua back, it's only two years, after two years I'll still make a comeback!"

Looking at the ferocious man in front of him, no one could imagine how gentle he used to be. Luo Mu lowered his head and asked, "Why did it become like this? Why do you hate me so much all of a sudden?"

Luo Zhijun smiled. He thought Luo Mu might be a fool: "No one thinks money is too hot these days. Your parents are so rich, and they suddenly suffered a disaster and left such a large sum of money. Even without me, everyone else I will be jealous, I just acted a little faster, if you ask why I hate you, because you are dead, Xinghua is mine, I am not afraid that anyone will take it away... So Luo Mu, why don't you die ? Why don't you die?"

Hearing Luo Zhijun's resentful words, Luo Mu was shocked. He never thought that his uncle would hate him to this extent.

"I just... want to keep something from my parents. Xinghua is the result of their life's hard work. He is not mine..."

"Stop being hypocritical. If it wasn't for that Quan Youze, I wouldn't have fallen into your hands, but Luo Mu, you'd better be careful. I'll come out after two years. Xinghua is still mine... "

Facing Luo Zhijun like this, Luo Mu couldn't help crying. He never knew that a confrontation between relatives would make him so sad.

Luo Mu didn't say anything, he just handed some daily necessities he brought to the prison guards, and asked the prison guards to help them bring them in. Seeing that Luo Mu didn't come to laugh at him, Luo Zhijun asked, "Didn't you come here?" Laughing at me?"

Luo Mu raised his head, wiped away the tears on his face, smiled innocently at Luo Zhijun and said, "No matter how you treated me back then, I always remember when I was riding on your shoulders when I was young, at least that Time...you don't hate me, do you!"

Luo Mu's words suddenly reminded Luo Zhijun of many years ago. At that time, Luo Mu was only seven or eight years old. Every time he went to his house as a guest, Luo Mu would rush out of the room and throw himself into his arms. And I really liked him at that time, and I liked to play with him, let him ride on my shoulders, or give him a horse to ride. At that time, I had no children, so I always loved Luo Mu as my own child. , but I don’t know when it started, this love no longer exists.

Seeing Luo Mu's back slowly leaving, Luo Zhijun stretched out his hand in Luo Mu's direction with red eyes, as if he wanted to touch the little doll, but he was still speechless.