The second personality got the certificate behind my back [Entertainment]

At that time Zhuo Yumo was only fourteen or fifteen years old and was in junior high school.His home is not far from the river, and the school he attends is also nearby. He is a sports student, and after training every night, he has to run a few times on the bridge with his classmates before returning home.During that time, there was a big case that caused a sensation in the city. Zhuo Hang was worried that the child would be outside for too long at night, so he would ride his bicycle to the bridge to pick up Zhuo Yumo home every night.

One night, after training at school, Zhuo Yumo ran on the bridge with his classmates as usual.There is a river wind blowing on the bridge at night. The bridge is very long and the bridge deck is open. From time to time, there are long humming sounds from passing cargo ships.This is his favorite time of day, free and comfortable.

He ran back and forth twice with his classmates, and in the middle of the third lap, he noticed a little boy standing beside the railing of the bridge for a long time.The boy was not tall, and because he was facing the river, Zhuo Yumo couldn't see what he looked like, so he could barely make out his fair skin under the illumination of the street lamps.

The big case that happened in the city recently was a serial murder case. One of the victims was a little girl who lived with her mother. When her mother heard the news of her daughter's death, she

Feeling ashamed, he committed suicide by jumping into the river.Zhuo Yumo still remembered that when he ran on the bridge a few days ago, he could hear passers-by discussing the mother from time to time.

Looking at the boy now, his heart suddenly skipped a beat, and somehow he remembered the aunt who jumped into the river.Uneasy, he followed his classmates to the other side of the bridge and turned back. He searched deliberately and found that the child was still standing there, vaguely as if he was about to climb the railing.

"Hey," he hastily tugged at his classmate, "What's wrong with that little Douding?"

The classmate followed and stopped, standing not far away and staring at the boy.After watching for a while, the classmate thought he was watching a joke, so he laughed and beat him, telling him not to talk nonsense.Zhuo Yumo was beaten for no reason, and rubbed his shoulders aggrievedly, still not at ease, let his classmates continue to run, he walked slowly to the side, pretended to be tired from running, sat down to rest, and quietly observed the boy.

If only he cared.

That child doesn't look very old, what about his family?

Zhuo Yumo sat on the side and thought wildly, but he didn't dare to take his eyes off the boy at all.After a while, he found that the child seemed to have really started to climb the railing, so he got up and rushed over, hugged the boy's shoulders, rubbed his hair, and laughed loudly: "I caught it! "

He noticed the boy in his arms tremble, and then began to struggle.He rubbed the boy's hair again and forcefully pulled him back. Then he showed a surprised and embarrassed expression and let go of the boy.

"Ouch, I misidentified the person. I'm sorry, little brother." Noticing that the little boy seemed to be very shy, he backed away while talking, but his eyes were still fixed on him, afraid that he would make some dangerous move again.

The little boy seemed to be really frightened, and looked at him stupidly with red eyes.Fortunately, after such a commotion, the little boy didn't seem to dare to climb the railing anymore, but he didn't leave either. He squatted down on the spot, grabbed the railing and lowered his head to stare blankly at the rushing river.

Zhuo Yumo simply sat down with his legs crossed on the floor, peeking at the boy from time to time.

The two children, one big and one small, have their own ulterior motives, but they stare at the river together tacitly.The sky is full of stars, the evening breeze on the river is gentle, and the waterfowl have already rested. Only the freighters passing by occasionally leave water marks on the river.Zhuo Yumo likes this kind of scenery very much. Even if there is something unhappy in his heart, his gloomy mood will gradually improve when he looks at the rushing river.He secretly hoped that the little boy beside him would be like him and never make any dangerous moves again.

Not long after, Zhuo Hang came to pick up his son on a bicycle.The weather is still very hot now, so he bought three popsicles every day and brought them over. His son had two popsicles and he had one. After eating, the father and son promised each other that they would never tell their mother.Now he was pushing the cart over, and his son saw him from a distance, jumped up and ran over, took three popsicles from him, and said "Dad, wait for me", and said Fart turned back.

Zhuo Hang was stunned for a moment, watching his son run to the railing in confusion, and gave all three popsicles in his hand to a strange little boy.

The boy looked at the popsicle handed over by his elder brother, gave him a timid look, and first shook his head and muttered "No", but his elder brother insisted so much that he had no choice but to accept it, and curiously opened one, but he didn't know how to eat it.

"Like this," Zhuo Yumo squatted beside the boy, broke off the popsicle from his hand, and handed it over, "It's ready to eat."

The boy seemed to have never eaten this kind of thing. He carefully licked the cool popsicle, tasted it carefully, and found it delicious.Glancing at his elder brother again, he thought about it, and shyly gave half of it to him.

The two children sat on the bridge and ate up three popsicles together. Zhuo Yumo got up and asked the boy to wait for him, and then ran to tell his father that this kid was a little strange, he seemed to want to throw himself into the river just now.When Zhuo Hang heard that it was okay, he quickly called the police, and asked his son to accompany the boy to wait for the police to come.

Zhuo Yumo went over to accompany the little boy and waited until the police arrived before leaving.Before he left, he also noticed that the boy was very self-conscious about picking up the trash they left after eating the popsicles, and kept looking around for the trash can.

When he went for a run on the bridge later, he never saw the boy again.He also specifically asked his father to pay attention to the news, but for a long time afterwards, there was no news about the suicide of a little boy. take things too hard.

To Zhuo Yumo, this incident was actually not particularly important, not to say that life and death were not important, but rather than the glory of saving lives, he felt that the little boy's well-being was more important.If the boy had a good life after that, he even hoped that the boy would never forget that he wanted to throw himself into the river at a young age.Later, he was also busy with his studies and life, and his parents and friends preferred to tell his embarrassing stories, but he forgot about them.

It was a little odd in itself that such a thing should suddenly come to mind at such a time.

What's even weirder is that, after thinking about it, he actually felt that the boy was a bit like Zhong Mu and Luo Ting, that kind of innocent and completely irresistible look in his eyes was exactly the same.He couldn't help guessing the boy's age, compared it in his heart, and found that if the boy grew up, he would indeed be as old as Luo Ting and the others.

"What are you thinking?" Noticing Zhuo Yumo's distraction, Luo Ting waited for a while, and when his expression gradually loosened, he asked aloud.

Pulled back from his thoughts by Luo Ting's voice, Zhuo Yumo glanced at him subconsciously, and happened to meet his gaze.

At this time, Luo Ting was looking at him with such gentle and innocent eyes that he couldn't bear to refuse at all. Zhuo Yumo couldn't help but began to compare the appearance of Luo Ting with the boy in his memory.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but he looks more and more like him.

After hesitating for a while in his heart, he still mentioned the boy's matter to Luo Ting.After he finished speaking, Luo Ting's eyes had changed, becoming distant and deep, and more affectionate.

"So you remember how I know why you like to eat popsicles?" Luo Ting smiled slightly, and there seemed to be a bit of joy in the arc of the corner of his mouth.

What he said was undoubtedly an admission.

That boy back then was indeed him——Zhong Mu.

Zhuo Yumo took a light breath.

"Then, is that really you?" He still refused to believe it.

"It's not me." Luo Ting admitted generously, "It's Zhong Mu. He is the kind of person who loves to cry, is cowardly, and wants to die when he encounters problems that cannot be solved. Moreover, you see, he doesn't remember at all. You, he's not worth what you've done for him, and you're not worth lying to me for him."

Luo Ting's last sentence almost made it clear that he guessed that Zhuo Yumo's going out in the afternoon was not to meet friends at all.

Zhuo Yumo was stunned while holding the chopsticks, and suddenly panicked.He hesitated whether to hang his neck and pretend he didn't understand, or simply admit that he went to see Dr. Bai in the afternoon.He felt that it would be too much to continue lying to Luo Ting at this time, but just as he was about to admit it, Luo Ting put a piece of chicken feet in soy sauce into his bowl and said with a smile: "Eat it, what do you want to say?" Let's talk after eating."

Now that the other party said that, even if the words came to his lips, Zhuo Yumo had no choice but to swallow them first.

Originally, I thought that the atmosphere of this meal would not get better, but under the dual effects of delicious dishes and Luo Ting's various anecdotes about leftover beans, Zhuo Yumo's mood gradually opened up again.

"I used to be a sports student. Although my grades in cultural subjects were not bad, I seldom read books after college." He looked at Luo Ting with one hand on his chin, with curiosity and admiration in his eyes, "How do you know so much?" Interesting thing?"

Luo Ting was very pleased with Zhuo Yumo's gaze. He also followed Zhuo Yumo's example and put his hand on his chin, and said with a smile: "I'm writing a book, right? I always need to find information, look for it, I can always find some weird and interesting anecdotes. I guess it's because of the writing of the book?" He said, looking at Zhuo Yumo meaningfully.

If Luo Ting is Tu Xing, then he researched the information for writing the maze series. Could it be that... Luo Ting became so knowledgeable and interesting for writing his stories?

Just thinking about it like this made Zhuo Yumo's back burn with shame.He hurriedly picked up the cup and took a sip of tea, then continued to bury his head in the bowl and eat hard.

After the two of them finished their meal, Zhuo Yumo thought about whether he should confess to Luo Ting, but on the way back, Luo Ting kept asking him about his impressions of several cities.Zhuo Yumo thought that he was collecting material for a novel again, so he suddenly became nervous, and thought carefully about every question he asked before answering cautiously.

After hearing this, Luo Ting tilted his head and thought for a while, then suddenly said: "You just finished filming a movie, you are going on vacation, right?"

Zhuo Yumo didn't understand why he asked such a question, but nodded honestly.

"Shall we go on vacation together?"

What?