I Just Came to Borrow a Light Chapter 8:

Lin Chengbu found it difficult to answer Yuan Wu's question.

If you don't know him, Yuan Wu will even think that there is something wrong with him, and if he doesn't know him, what should he do next? But let's talk about knowing... Although he kept telling Yuan Wu that they knew each other before, but when Yuan Wu really asked directly, he didn't dare to answer rashly.

Yesterday at 1 o'clock in the afternoon of the first day of the year, there was no warning, and it suddenly broke out. Today, it seems to be going back and forth like a TV show...

Who knows what the consequences will be?

He hesitated for a long time, then slowly opened the lunch box and put it next to Yuan Wu, then ran to the stern to get chopsticks, and then said: "What do you think?"

"I didn't think about it," Yuan Wu took a breath and tilted his head back, "I just thought... Hey, what's wrong with my sensor?"

"The sensor?" Lin Chengbu followed and looked up. The sensor he smashed that day was hanging half-hanging by the door, and smiled a little embarrassedly, "I smashed this one. , I'll install a new one for you tomorrow."

"You smashed it?" Yuan Wu looked at him, "When?"

Lin Chengbu was a little desperate: "Just when we... first met."

"How many times do you think we've met now?" Yuan Wu asked again.

Lin Chengbu glanced at him and felt that Yuan Wu's eyes were especially like a psychiatrist listening to the patient's cry: "Second time."

"Let's eat." Yuan Wu said.

"I won't eat it," Lin Chengbu handed him the chopsticks, "I have no appetite when I eat what I make."

There shouldn't be any changes today. I finished my meal peacefully without lunch, packed my lunch box and went back to the cabin. Before entering, I turned around and confessed: "If you feel that you have nowhere to go, you can stay at Here, but preferably the boat next to it, if you want water or something, you can come over but not in the cabin."

"...Oh." Lin Chengbu responded and jumped onto the boat beside him.

Yuan Wu closed the door. He should have started writing a story, but he has never been bothered.

The sun is about to set. There are not as many people in the village. Several families have already eaten. The old wharf is quiet and idle at the moment.

Lin Chengbu lay on the deck of the boat next to him, watching the sun, which was no longer dazzling, go down little by little, and finally disappeared into the water far away.

Yuan Wu no longer remembers what happened yesterday, and it seems that he can't remember everything from yesterday.

In other words, Yuan Wu only picked out the things he wanted to remember, and whether the others were really forgotten or forcibly forgotten, Lin Chengbu wasn't sure.

But even if he didn't remember and said the relevant content at the same time, he would turn a blind eye to such a bug, just like all the unreasonable are reasonable.

"Who are you, are you the one you know, or the one you see in the eyes of others... do you know...

The voices and thoughts that echoed repeatedly in his ears, like ghosts, kept tormenting him, especially in the dead of night, making him unable to sleep night after night...

The original fear has become part of consciousness, and the source of the fear has been blurred...

He is no longer afraid of fear itself, but begins to fear that if one day he is no longer afraid, the meaning of his existence...

He slowly descended, lying in the bathtub filled with water, quietly opening his eyes to watch the light swaying slightly..."

When Yuan Wu woke up from the dream, his hand was still on the keyboard. The plot stayed on the last scene in his dream, which made him a little confused as to whether he was sleeping or writing.

But the strong feeling of suffocation still remained in his body. After he closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, he took a sip of water from the cup.

There is a very light sound of water outside, like a wave of water hitting the boat, but the water on the pier side cannot make waves unless there is a heavy rain.

Lin Chengbu?

He put down the glass, got up and walked to the hatch, looking out through the crack of the door.

There was no one on the boat next to him, but the lunch box was still there. He frowned and looked over at the water.

There is nothing on the water, but the shape of the waves can tell that there is someone underwater.

Yuan Wu's hand on the door trembled slightly. He knew that Lin Chengbu should be under the water, and he knew that Lin Chengbu knew water... How did he know?

But the "he's under water" judgment still swept through like an unstoppable gust of wind.

Scared.

Anxious.

Frightened.

This cup of despair mixed with some water has been experienced countless times in his dreams.

"Come up!" Yuan Wu rushed to the bow and roared, then ran back to the stern and took a bamboo pole over, stretched it into the water and stirred, "Come up!"

The wind began to blow on the water. When the wind passed Yuan Wu, he realized that in less than a minute, he was already sweating all over.

And he didn't meet anyone where the bamboo pole went down.

"Lin Chengbu!" he roared, "where are you!"

The wind blew violently with his roar. He jumped to the boat next to him, and quickly poked the bamboo pole into the water and stirred: "Come up when it's going to rain!"

The bamboo pole was caught underwater, and then Lin Chengbu's face was exposed to the surface of the water, looking at him in shock: "How did you come out?"

"What are you doing!" Yuan Wu tugged at the bamboo pole twice, "Come up!"

Lin Chengbu quickly jumped onto the boat: "Aren't you writing something? Why did you suddenly run out?"

"What are you doing down here?" Yuan Wu stared at him, gasping for breath.

"I..." Lin Chengbu frowned, hesitated for a long time, and then said softly, "Look for my watch."

"Have you found it? Have you found it?" Yuan Wu still glared at him, "Have you found it!"

"...No." Lin Chengbu sighed.

"Why go down without finding you!" Yuan Wu roared.

Lin Chengbu opened his mouth but didn't say anything, Yuan Wu's logic was almost flawless.

The strong wind blows for a while before big raindrops fall.

Yuan Wu jumped back to his boat, entered the cabin and closed the door.

Lin Cheng didn't move, looked at Yuan Wu's background for a while, then squatted in the rain.

Why is it so inch, Yuan Wu came out at this time.

Why do I have to go down to find the watch now, anyway, it will definitely be useless if the watch is soaked in water, it doesn't matter whether it is soaked for an hour or until tomorrow.

He scratches his head in frustration.

The rain fell so violently that the raindrops fell like bullets, smashing the whole world into a double image. The lights of the cages in the distance flickered, and the boat of Yuanwu next to it was in the rain. It was also dyed into a fluffy ball of light yellow.

Lin Chengbu didn't wear any clothes, and he didn't have any clothes to wear anymore. The clothes, pants, and shoes that had just been dried had been beaten by the rain and lay on the boat like a rag.

It hurt a little when the raindrops fell on his body, and he couldn't even open his eyes. Lin Chengbu had never been exposed to rain like this in his memory.

The door of Yuanwu's cabin opened, and a beam of light came over.

Lin Chengbu turned his face, and the light was falling on his face. He frowned and half-squinted his eyes. This expression was probably not very good-looking, and he was afraid of scaring Yuan Wu.

Just as he was about to adjust a smile, Yuan Wu shouted, "Come here!"

Then the beam of light descended, hitting the bows of the two boats.

Lin Chengbu felt that he was going crazy. He started laughing when he stood up, and he didn't know what he was laughing at. When he jumped over, he even shook and almost fell on the horse.

"Dry it in." Yuan Wu threw out a towel.

"Well," Lin Chengbu caught the towel and wiped it while enjoying himself. After a while, he knocked on the cabin door, "I won't be able to wipe it until tomorrow morning."

"There's a shed at the stern, won't you go there to clean it?" Yuan Wu's irritable voice came from the cabin, "Your IQ is also worthy of breaking a watch with a piece of water."

Lin Chengbu happily ran to the shed at the end of the cabin to dry the water on his body: "Am I in?"

"Yeah." Yuan Wu responded.

Lin Chengbu pushed open the door and went in. He sat on the board and wiped his feet. After wiping, he remembered and asked carefully, "Isn't this towel for washing your face? I wiped it... ... feet."

"A rag to wipe the boat board." Yuan Wu said.

"...Oh." Lin Chengbu glanced at the towel in his hand, and only saw it when the light was on. Although the towel was fairly new, it had been used at least twice by its appearance.

"Is it so happy to get a little rain?" Yuan Wu looked at him who was still smiling, "Why don't you go out and shower for a while, don't delay in having fun."

"No," Lin Chengbu threw the rag outside and said in a low voice, "I just...you are so gentle."

"What's wrong with your back?" Yuan Wu suddenly asked.

"Back? I don't know, what's wrong?" Lin Chengbu touched his back with a backhand, but he didn't feel it when he first wiped the water, but now he felt that his back hurt, "I see No, is there a mirror?"

"No," Yuan Wu pulled out a small medicine box from the pile of clothes next to him, and took out a bottle of alcohol, "I never look in the mirror...you have a hole in your back."

"How could it be broken..." Lin Chengbu was stunned before he could react, "You just poked me with a bamboo pole."

"How is that possible," Yuan Wu threw the alcohol at his feet, "Wipe it yourself."

"You poked it." Lin Chengbu picked up the alcohol.

"Yes, yes, I poked," Yuan Wu said impatiently, "I poked you, what's the matter, if you don't come up again, I'll poke you into a lotus plant and go to Dongwan..."

Yuan Wu's words stopped abruptly here, and then stopped making a sound, staring at the computer and typing quickly on the keyboard.

Lin Chengbu had his hands behind his back, and he couldn't see where the wound was. After changing four or five positions, he couldn't successfully apply alcohol to the wound. He just realized that his wound was not a small one.

"Sorry," Yuan Wu snapped off the computer, "I'll come."

Lin Chengbu handed over the bottle of alcohol and looked at him with some surprise. He couldn't remember how long ago he pulled Yuan Wu's arm, and the experience of being punched out of his nose hadn't become a thing of the past.

"You help me?" he asked in disbelief.

"Well," Yuan Wu unscrewed the bottle of alcohol, "turned around."

"Thank you." Lin Chengbu turned around, the kind of anticipation and excitement suddenly surged up, so that he didn't know what to say, just turned his head to look at Yuan Wu.

After Yuan Wu unscrewed the alcohol, he raised his hand very neatly and without any hesitation, poured the alcohol onto Lin Chengbu's wound.

"Ah!" Lin Chengbu shouted and took a big step forward.

"Be strong." Yuan Wu said.

After putting away the medicine box, he took a can of Coke and threw it to Lin Chengbu, then lit a cigarette: "Do you want it?"

"Okay." Lin Chengbu reached out and took the cigarette case.

Yuan Wu took a cigarette and looked at him: "Is it expensive?"

"Huh?" Lin Chengbu sat aside and tried to stay as far away as possible. Yuan Wu was very resistant to "strangers".

"That watch." Yuan Wu asked.

"...It's not expensive," Lin Chengbu lowered his head and lit his cigarette, looking at the board, "a very cheap watch."

"New?" Yuan Wu asked again.

"It's not new, I've been wearing it for several years, and sometimes I don't speak." Lin Chengbu smiled.

"Then what else are you looking for?" Yuan Wu threw an empty jar at his feet, "or is that watch very important? Is it different?"

Lin Chengbu took the jar, put the cigarette ash in it, and was silent for a long time: "No, I'm just used to it."

He thought it was meaningful, but he didn't dare to say it.

But after thinking about it carefully, I don't think it really has any meaning. The only meaning may be to prove that there is a relationship between myself and Yuan Wu.

But now he has nothing to do with Yuan Wu?

There are still some.

Two people who both felt that the other's mental state was not so good, and they were exploring each other. He didn't know what Yuan Wu was thinking in his heart. He only knew that he was doing Tai Chi in circles.

"Here." Yuan Wu took off the watch in his hand.

"For me?" Lin Chengbu was stunned.

"Well, don't go into the water anymore," Yuan Wu said, "Water has power you don't know, you think it's transparent and you can see through everything, but in fact..."

"Actually, from the moment you saw that it was transparent, you had already fallen into its trap." Lin Chengbu took the watch, gently touched it in his hand, and whispered.

Yuan Wu's hand stopped in the air for a while before retracting it, and did not speak any more.

Lin Chengbu just lowered his head and looked at the watch, as if he was asleep, but his fingers were moving, and he kept making circles on the dial.

Yuan Wu's eyes returned to the screen. The sentence Lin Chengbu said was in the fourth paragraph from the bottom of his document today, and was written a few minutes before he called Lin Chengbu in.

He didn't look back to see if he could see the words on his screen through the hatch in the hatch, theoretically impossible, but who knows.

This sentence is very familiar to Yuan Wu, so familiar that it can be blurted out, so familiar that my back gets cold when I say it, and it is so familiar that it doesn't seem like something I had thought about in my mind, maybe I heard it somewhere else Many times, so it is not surprising that Lin Chengbu knew.

I just don't remember.

The rainstorm outside didn't mean to stop. It was crackling with thunder and thunder. The sound of the violent rain has not changed from the beginning to the present. There is no high and low level, no inflection and ups and downs. It just maintains a high-pitched frequency. write.

Yuan Wu's hands are tapping on the keyboard, occasionally pausing, and occasionally leaning on the mat behind him and staring at the screen in a trance.

Lin Chengbu kept looking at him, but his eyes never lifted.

Until his hands stop and his eyes start to go blank.

Lin Chengbu coughed softly, and the voice was drowned in the rainstorm, and Yuan Wu didn't seem to hear it.

He raised his voice again and cleared his throat. Yuan Wu moved and glanced at him in confusion. After staying for a few seconds, the confusion in his eyes subsided and he closed the computer.

"I'm sleepy." Yuan Wu said.

"Oh," Lin Chengbu quickly stood up, "then I... let's go."

"Just stay there," Yuan Wu said, got up and went to the stern to wash up, and then returned to the cabin with a face of rain, "Damn, it's raining."

"How do you usually take a shower?" Lin Chengbu thought for a while.

"Do you want to wash?" Yuan Wu pointed to the outside, "There is a shower, so pump the water from that bucket."

"If you don't wash it, I'll ask." Lin Chengbu smiled.

Yuan Wu put away the computer and the small table, and made an open space for the bed, but there was a lot of space left, and Lin Chengbu felt that it should be quite comfortable to fall asleep.

"There is a small blanket if you're going to sleep," Yuan Wu leaned on the pillow. "Take it yourself, don't touch me."

"Yes." Lin Chengbu nodded.

He is not sleepy yet, or he is sleepy now, but he doesn't want to sleep, and the uncontrollable excitement in his heart is about to tremble from his pores.

How long has it been? Three months, five months, one year, two years, staying with Yuan Wu in such a peaceful manner is like a distant dream.

"How long have you been like this?" Yuan Wu asked.

"What?" Lin Chengbu looked at him.

"It's just...thinking that I know someone or something." Yuan Wu said.

"I think I know you myself?" Lin Chengbu sighed heavily in his heart.

"Well, do you have an idea, how long has it been like this?" Yuan Wu asked, with a kind tone.

"It's been a long time, maybe a year or two," Lin Chengbu replied, "How about you?"

"Me?" Yuan Wu looked at him puzzled.

"You are so confused," Lin Chengbu looked at the cabin, "How long have you been living on the boat in a confused way?"

"All the time." Yuan Wu said.

Lin Chengbu didn't quite understand what this "always" meant.

Always confused, lived on a boat, or...don't know.

"Have you seen a doctor?" Yuan Wu slid down, laying flat and pulling a small blanket over his stomach.

"I've seen it," Lin Chengbu hesitated, then raised his head, "The doctor said that if I can find the root, I'll be fine."

"Gen'er?" Yuan Wu's closed eyes opened again, and glanced under him, "You have no roots?"

"I..." Lin Chengbu was stunned. He spoke to Yuan Wu very carefully. He had to go through every word before saying it. At this moment, he was so nervous that he was sweating. I even thought about what to do if there is no way to remake the nonsense about sending ghosts.

But I never thought that Yuan Wu would come up with such a sentence.

He subconsciously followed Yuan Wu's gaze and glanced at his crotch: "Yes."

Yuan Wu suddenly burst into laughter, and he was so happy that he didn't stop for a long time.

"Hey!" Lin Chengbu sighed hard, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "How old are you, you are so childish!"

"How old are you, sir." Yuan Wu turned his head to look at him.

"25 ​​Uncle." Lin Chengbu replied conditioned reflexively.

"Oh." Yuan Wu smiled, closed his eyes, and touched the side with his hand. The light in the cabin went out, leaving only a small night light on the stern side of the boat.

Lin Chengbu was stunned in the dark for a long time.

He knew that Yuan Wu's forgetting wasn't fake. No one could fake it for so long and so naturally. Even those memories that appeared and disappeared suddenly were transformed so naturally.

But those memories that he didn't have at all were still there, undisguised.

How old are you, sir.

25 Ah, uncle.

Lin Chengbu lowered his head, pinched the center of his eyebrows, and by the way bounced the small drop of water off the corner of his eye.

He sighed, feeling helpless and a little aggrieved.