in the river island

Fu Rong is used to being a strong woman. In recent years, although she has been helped to retreat to the second line and return to the family, she spends more time with her younger daughter on weekdays. Facing the eldest son Lu Zaihe, Fu Rong does not know how to open her heart to him There was a huge wall between them, and Fu Rong couldn't get over it.

A variety show was playing on a station that was pressed casually, the host and guests laughed together, the voices were mixed, but Fu Rong could clearly hear the sound of Lu Zaihe eating in the background sound.

Chopsticks hitting the bowl, the sound of warm water being poured into the glass, and his restrained movements.

Fu Rong's nasal cavity was sore, and he turned his face to the TV screen.

She suddenly realized that she was like a half-baked distant relative who came to the master's house as a guest, but instead made the master feel nervous.

As the night darkened, the funny variety show ended soon, cheerful music sounded, accompanied by scrolling subtitles, and the sound of cleaning up the dishes came from my ears. Fu Rong looked to the source of the sound, and Lu Zaihe stood up holding the dishes, He looked tall and straight in gray home clothes.

"Do you want some fruit?" Lu Zaihe brought the bowls and chopsticks to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator door and asked.

He doesn't eat fruit very much, and basically doesn't know how to buy it at home. The stock in the refrigerator is what Song Yizhou brought with him when he came back from the boat, and Lu Zaihe hasn't eaten it yet.

"I don't want to eat. I was full before I came here." Fu Rong's mobile phone screen lit up intermittently, and there were always messages coming in. She frowned and read a part of it, and her eyebrows condensed into a summary. Before the news was finished, there was another call When the call came, Fu Rong cut off the bell as soon as it rang.She put down the remote control, picked up her bag, stood up and said to Lu Zaihe, "Zahe, mom will be back today, I'm busy for a while, I'll come to accompany you when I'm done."

When the call came again, Fu Rong's face was filled with anger, but she still cut it off.

She wanted to see clearly Lu Zaihe's expression and his attitude when he told her to leave, but Lu Zaihe turned his back to her, so she couldn't see it at all.

The more sensible and considerate Lu Zaihe was, the more uncomfortable Fu Rong was. When Lu Zaihe calmly said "That's not my home", his tone was obviously softened, but it was still like a belated accusation.

Fu Rong was suffering in her heart, as if she was sitting on pins and needles, she couldn't stay any longer, she wanted to light a cigarette before leaving, but saw Lu Zaihe put away the cigarette again.

Fu Rong is indeed busy, but not that busy, but Fu Rong doesn't know what kind of mood to stay here, she can't bear the unfamiliarity of mother and son's restraint.

Even if this is the result of her own hand, she should have expected the result.

Lu Zaihe put back the strawberry he picked up to its original position, took a moment to slow down, turned around with a smile on his face and said, "Okay."

When he turned around, Fu Rong finally saw Lu Zaihe's expression clearly. Seeing his smile, Fu Rong couldn't tell whether it was discomfort or joy, like knocking over a five-flavored bottle.

Fu Rong walked towards him very quickly, and stretched out his arms to hug him under Lu Zaihe's watchful eyes. Lu Zaihe was stunned for two seconds, leaned close to Fu Rong, and stretched out his hand.

The phone rang again, and the ringtone beeped. Fu Rong said, "Then I'm leaving now."

"Well, I'll take you down."

"No, just two steps, you stay here, don't see me off." Fu Rong let go of him, and walked out the door quickly, Lu Zaihe followed two steps, opened the door and looked at her back.

"Go back." Fu Rong pressed the elevator and waved to Lu Zaihe. Lu Zaihe nodded and watched Fu Rong enter the elevator before closing the door.

Soon he was the only one left in the room, Lu Zaihe leaned his back against the door, lowered his eyes and squeezed the no-clean disinfectant on the shoe cabinet, rubbing his fingertips evenly, the space was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Fu Rong's visit was very sudden, and his departure was also very quick, but Lu Zaihe was not as calm as he appeared on the surface, he was like the surface of a lake being blown by the wind, and his thoughts were restless.

After studying at the door for a while, suppressing all the emotions in his heart, Lu Zaihe went back to the kitchen to wash off the empty plate, and took today's medicine according to the dose. The TV was already playing a program, and there was a pattering sound outside the window, and it was raining up.

Lu Zaihe looked out, took out his mobile phone and wanted to send a message to Fu Rong to ask if he had brought an umbrella, and when he clicked into the chat box, he realized that Fu Rong came by car.

It is too much to say this.

I don't know what to send, Lu Zaihe looked over the past chat records between him and Fu Rong, they were busy, they talked very little, the last chat was more than ten days ago, when Fu Rong was on a business trip, he sent a photo to Lu Zaihe, in the photo There are figures of her present and youngest daughter.

Lu Zaihe slowly closed his eyelids, pressed the center of his eyebrows to exit the chat box, crossed out "Take medicine" to be done today, and ticked the end.

He rarely feels lonely, but Lu Zaihe doesn't feel strange when this kind of emotion strikes.

Staying alone in the room, staring at the TV and listening to the sound of rain outside the window, this is a scene he has experienced countless times over the years, but Fu Rong's arrival and departure seem to intensify his loneliness.

Lu Zaihe stared at the void in a daze, and closed his eyes after a long time.

He began to miss the busyness before the accident, he had to spin like a spinning top, so Lu Zaihe had no time to worry about the people and things around him.

Once he stopped, his emotions had an opportunity to catch up with him. He didn't even have the strength to dodge, so he could only bear it straight.

After posting for an unknown period of time, Lu Zaihe was awakened by the vibration of his mobile phone. He clicked on the message and found that it was Song Yizhou who replied. Song Yizhou gave him a thumbs up for his cooking skills and sent a table full of dinner in return. The dishes and soup are as rich as a festival.

Lu Zaihe gave him a thumbs up.

There are a lot fewer people looking for him these days. They come and go. After replying to Song Yizhou's news, Lu Zaihe discovered that Yu Zhou also sent a message. He clicked on it and changed the note of the little anchor to his real name. Just read the news.

Yu Zhou: CD Project

Yu Zhou posted a photo of the empty dishes.

The news was sent a few minutes ago, Lu Zaihe calculated the time, it should be when he was washing dishes in the kitchen.

Lu Zaihe: Response

Lu Zaihe: But the dishes have just been washed

Yu Zhou: Hahaha

Lu Zaihe panicked, moved his fingers to refresh a few times, and Yu Zhou's profile picture jumped, changing from a cool color to a warm-colored little fish. The simple strokes could not be more simple, and the scribble was a bit cute.

Lu Zaihe: The new avatar is good

Yu Zhou: Really?

Yu Zhou: I think so too!

He immediately sent a screenshot, and Lu Zaihe opened it to view it. The screenshot was the private message interface of the live broadcast app. Someone sent Yu Zhou a picture, saying it was for him.

Yu Zhou replied to the other party with six exclamation marks, seven crying expressions, and a series of countless thanks.

Lu Zaihe stared at the message of Yu Zhou's reply on the screenshot, and suddenly raised his lips and smiled.

Zhang Zhen didn't come back at night, and he didn't know where he went. Yu Zhou packed up the dishes and went back to his room, and changed the stick figure he received as his avatar on the whole platform. It was the first time someone drew a picture for him, and it was specially drawn for him. , the meaning is too precious.

He doesn't have any acquaintances, only Yang Meng and Lu Zaihe have been in touch lately, but Yang Meng is a girl's family after all, Yu Zhou is embarrassed to ask her to tell her what he has, and wants to send it to Lu Zaihe, but Lu Zaihe didn't reply to him A piece of news, his eagerness to share was suppressed again.

Yu Zhou couldn't grasp the scale of chatting, worried that too much enthusiasm would annoy Lu Zaihe, who knew that Lu Zaihe noticed his new avatar first, and just passed the words to Yu Zhou.

After he was happy, Yu Zhou held his mobile phone and typed slowly. The room was only turned on with a small light, and it was very dark. The light from the mobile phone screen reflected on his face, showing his expression of joy and anticipation.

Yu Zhou: Do you want to call and listen to the voice at night?

He lost his mind, forgot those letters, and remembered the beginning of A.

Fortunately, Lu Zaihe had a tacit understanding and understood what he meant.

Lu Zaihe: Too much trouble for you

Yu Zhou has been working alone for so many years, and he can still hear the subtext. When he saw Lu Zaihe's words, he knew that the other party must want to, but he was embarrassed to answer, so he hurriedly typed.

Yu Zhou: No trouble no trouble

Yu Zhou: You can still help me investigate, Staff Staff

Besides, Lu Zaihe is also the number one in his live broadcast room, so it is not impossible to give some benefits in private, there is no reason for trouble.

Lu Zaihe: good

Lu Zaihe: I will work hard for you that night

Looking at the news, Yu Zhou grinned happily.

It was still early after dinner, and the two made an appointment for a later time. Yu Zhou specially set an alarm clock for this, and when the alarm clock rang, Yu Zhou made a voice call.

The other end quickly picked up, Yu Zhou turned on the hands-free, and the sound of cloth rubbing and gentle breathing came through the speaker.

"Good evening anchor." Lu Zaihe greeted, with a smile in his words, his clear male voice was even more attractive in the empty room, maybe it was because he couldn't speak, Yu Zhou had no resistance to nice voices, His ears warmed up, he clicked on the message box, and quickly replied good evening.

Yu Zhou: What sound do you want to hear?

He took out a picture from the photo album and sent it over. In the picture was all the sound props he had sorted out today.

Glue sticks, ear picking, the sound of running water...he made a list of all the materials he had.

Yu Zhoufa went over and began to wait for Lu Zaihe's reply. A few seconds later, he heard Lu Zaihe sigh.

Just as Yu Zhou was about to type to inquire, he heard Lu Zaihe ask, "What should I do?"

"Suddenly I feel that there are too few rewards for you," Lu Zaihe said sincerely, "It's worth the money."

Yu Zhou blinked his wide eyes, and he finally had a chance to type.

Yu Zhou: How could it be so good?

"Excellent."

Lu Zaihe's praise was too sincere, which made Yu Zhou feel a little embarrassed.

He held back twice, but didn't hold back, showing a very pleasant smile, his eyes arched in arcs.

Yu Zhou was sitting on the edge of the bed. He tilted his face and lowered his head, silently rubbing his hair and feverish ears on the pillow.