Doomsday Wonderland Chapter 2384: The boy whose voice has not yet changed
Chapter 2390 The boy whose voice has not yet changed
"Do you want to watch it now?"
Fu Siro's voice was different from anything he had heard before, as soft and hoarse as smoke.
It’s as if... it has been scratched by something rough, and there is still an hallucination in the voice, a tolerance for the pain that has disappeared; it also seems that because of extreme fatigue, it has become indifferent and indifferent to the world, and even The voice no longer seemed like something from this world.
Lin Sanjiu was surrounded by mist-like sounds. He couldn't see anyone and didn't feel strange at all.
"Yeah...I want to see it." She responded, "Can you show it to me?"
She didn't answer through the sound of her lips and teeth, Lin Sanjiu realized.
Fu Xiro's question aroused the pure curiosity and desire deep in her heart; reason, thinking, logic...all disappeared. She wanted to see, so she answered truthfully - even if she was at this moment Her rational thinking had long since ebbed, and she actually couldn't remember what she wanted to see.
Looking for problems like Badou De is as far away as a dream I had a few years ago.
"...Well," Fusiro said in a low voice, "Isn't it a little early?"
What does "morning" mean?
It is strange that although the communication between the two is still in the form of "voice", she seems to be able to perceive more directly and clearly that everything that exists outside Fusila's language is either subtle or majestic. Emotions.
The content and logic expressed literally are no longer important. What is important is the waves beyond the words, like the sea.
"It doesn't matter, it's me," Lin Sanjiu comforted him softly, "Are you scared?"
Fu Xiluo said "hmm", her nasal voice suddenly became a little thick.
He didn't say anything, but Lin Sanjiu could feel him as well as her own mood and state.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, right?" Lin Sanjiu unknowingly used a tone as if he were treating a child, and said, "I will protect you. I will do whatever you want if I can." For you."
If heard by outsiders, her words must be very ridiculous; but she felt that this was the answer she should have to Fu Xilao's mood at the moment.
It seemed like a long time had passed before Fu Xiluo slowly sighed.
"...Okay," he whispered, seeming to be both hopeful and fearful, his voice almost trembling. "Then, let me show you."
Until this moment, Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized that she didn't know where she was.
There is no "environment" around her. There is no earth or sky above her feet - only at the same time when Fusiro finally nodded, the nothingness surrounding her suddenly receded rapidly, and countless Colors, smells, sounds, and touches surged forward like a flood; a strange space that quickly formed engulfed her in the blink of an eye, wrapping her into another layer of reality.
"...Fu Xilao?"
No response.
Lin Sanjiu blinked blankly, but did not feel her eyes.
Next to her was a desk, neatly filled with various pen and paper textbooks, reference books, and staffs... She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the things on the table, but no hand appeared. within one's own field of vision.
Looking down, she only saw a pale wooden floor.
She was no stranger to the current feeling.
Back in Ah Quan's copy, when she was experiencing Wu Yiliu's memoirs, she also temporarily "lost" her body. But the difference is that at that time, she seemed to be possessed by Wu Yiliu, following him and seeing what he saw; now she was a scattered soul, standing alone in a strange room.
The desk is next to the window, and outside is a backyard covered with grass; in the corner of the room is a single bed, with sheets and quilts spread tightly.
There were no posters of teams, stars or superheroes on the walls, just empty, clean white walls. A cello case leaned in the corner, and two small trophies were placed on the bookcase. Traces of life can be seen everywhere: a T-shirt that was taken off was thrown carelessly on the bed without a trace of wrinkles; a suit of student uniform, neatly ironed, hung on the closet door handle.
The books in the room were all quite unfamiliar to her, and seemed to contain the contents of another human world; she wanted to take out a book and take a closer look, but her hand went straight through the bookshelf. Past, like a real ghost.
Lin Sanjiu looked around for a few minutes, but could not tell how old the owner of the room was - this was a student's room, but not a child's.
"Fu Xilao?" she asked in a low voice, "Is this your home?"
Still no reply, as if he has disappeared.
The room door is closed; but since her hands can pass through the bookshelf, her body should be able to pass through the door, right?
Lin Sanjiu thought for a while and walked to the door of the room, ready to give it a try. But what she didn't expect was that as soon as she raised her "foot" and before she reached the door, the door was pushed open hard - she jumped back out of fighting instinct, Then I remembered that the door couldn't hit me.
"Go and change out of your uniform," a middle-aged woman with beautifully styled and fluffy hair stood at the door with a sullen face, staring at the other side of the door. She is tall and has a straight back. Every word hits the air like nails: "Wait at the gate within five minutes!"
Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the woman at the door; following the sound of footsteps behind the wall outside the door, she turned her eyes and saw the person who had just walked out.
She had already expected it, but she still couldn't help but take a gentle breath.
...It's Fu Xilao who is still young.
Approximately how old are you now? Maybe eleven or twelve years old?
Lin Sanjiu was a little confused - at this time, Fu Xiluo was not as tall as the middle-aged woman's chest.
The originally neatly styled hair seemed to have been messed up by himself. The soft and curled hair was scattered on his forehead, half covering his eyebrows; I can see what he looks like as an adult.
It’s just that Lin Sanjiu never thought that the face that belonged to Fu Xiluo would have such an expression - he pressed his lips tightly into a line, and his eyes were in the lake-like water. The light was astonishingly bright; the skin under his eyes was trembling slightly, as if he was desperately resisting the urge to cry.
"...I don't want to go." His voice was clear and young, not yet at the stage of voice change.
The middle-aged woman was about to get angry when she lowered her head and glanced at him; she seemed to realize that Fu Xilao was holding back tears on the edge of tears. Her eyebrows and eyes, which were vaguely similar to Fu Xiro's, were imperceptibly soft. A little bit.
"You have no room not to go," she reminded again, "Five minutes, don't make your dad even more angry."
Fusiro, who seemed to be somewhere between a child and a teenager, kept a straight face. He suddenly pulled off his student uniform jacket, raised his hand and threw it forcefully onto the floor of the room.
"I've changed," he said forcefully, tugging on his shirt.
The middle-aged woman's face was frozen, as if every inch of her skin was being pressed tightly by something cold.
"It's only ten degrees today," she reminded. "Also, don't expect me to iron your uniform."
"I'm not cold," Fu Xiluo refused to look at her mother. "The uniform is none of your business."
The middle-aged woman seemed to have failed to hold back her anger, and finally pushed his shoulder and shouted: "Then leave now, don't cry with me when it's cold!"
When the mother and son left the room~IndoMTL.com~ Lin Sanjiu immediately followed her - this should be Fu Xiro's memory, and the people in the memory would not be aware of her existence.
She followed the mother and son down the stairs. Just when the middle-aged woman opened the entrance door, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but reached out and gently touched the young Fu Xiro's shoulder.
"I don't want to go because I instinctively feel something is wrong."
Lin Sanjiu was suddenly startled, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether what she heard was Fu Xilao's voice as an adult or as a teenager.
"If you want to punish me for playing truant, why don't you teach me a lesson at home instead of taking me out?" Fusiro murmured, "Of course, I never thought they would beat or scold me... because of my mother She didn’t believe that violence could educate ideal offspring and would stop my father when he occasionally got angry. Now that I think about it, they are just ordinary people with flaws and limitations... But she has a child who is too sensitive and a child who is not A normal ending."
It’s great that it’s finally Saturday, and I can rest until 12 o’clock on Sunday night (it’s just me who’s still worried if I don’t see the Yellow River)! What are you doing on the weekend? I'm going to see Barbie.