Silent Reading Chapter 111: Verkhovinski (twenty-first)

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Luo Wenzhou's house not only turned on the light, but also turned it on quite arrogantly, from the living room to the balcony.

Luo Wenzhou was stunned, got out of the car and looked around, and found a very familiar family car not far away: "Strange, today is not Friday."

Fei Du was helpless: "Today is Friday."

Luo Wenzhou: "..."

The so-called "Friday" is like a beauty who has been set off by family background and splendid costumes. It strips off the meaning behind this name. It is worthless in itself. For people who have to work overtime during holidays and have been confused about their lives , But have to add grief and anger.

Luo Wenzhou sighed a little vicissitudes of life, while urging Fei Du to go faster and not staying outdoors, he said casually: "It's okay, isn't this a tight parking space? That is Friday and Saturday night, neighbors go to the suburbs Over the weekend, I can make do with other people’s parking space for a while-my parents come here occasionally on Friday night and give me something, but they may not make up a "free" for a few months and sit for a while Just leave."

Fei Du stopped at the top of the stairs quickly.

The voice-activated lights in the corridor are not very sensitive recently, and I have to stamp my feet heavily to wake them up. At this time, they are silent and unconscious.

Half of Fei Du was outside the building, and the other half was in the building. The afterglow of the street lamp hung over his shoulders, glowing with a pale halo.

His parents came over, and Huo Ran saw a strange man living here, what's the matter?

Fei Du hesitated, not knowing in what capacity to introduce himself.

A colleague? friend? roommate? Or... between the sparks and the fire, Fei Du remembered Mu Xiaoqing who had a relationship with him at the hospital that day. What did the meaningful sentence she left behind when she left? Did Luo Wenzhou and his parents officially come out? Or was the lady just tentatively testing with her mother's instincts?

These are all private affairs of Luo Wenzhou, Fei Du has never inquired about, and has no way of inferring.

*After all, communication is just a moment of greed. Fei Du always feels that the relationship between himself and Luo Wenzhou is still a mess of ambiguous and difficult steps. He usually arranges everything about himself. Analyzing each one, it was only then that he was shocked at this time that he didn't even have any measure or plan in this matter, and he was actually laissez-faire. He seemed to be sitting on a small boat down the river, regardless of the direction or the reef. Whenever he encountered the whirlpool and drowned in it, he didn't plan to struggle.

Luo Wenzhou turned his head and looked straight into his eyes: "What's the matter?"

Luo Wenzhou's expression was so natural, as if he hadn't noticed anything wrong with this situation.

Faidu paused, and tentatively said: "Your parents are here, am I a bit bother?"

Luo Wenzhou’s eyebrows moved lightly. Maybe it was too dark around him. Fei Du couldn’t see his micro-expression. It could also be that Luo Wenzhou was accustomed to his emotions and anger. The quieter he was... In short, Fei Du didn't even see what he meant for a while.

I heard Luo Wenzhou say nonchalantly: "It’s okay. They knew you were there. When you were hospitalized, they went to the hospital to see them, but then you were not very conscious. Later, my mother gave you a meal. , Remember?"

Fei Du responded briefly, relieved his heart, and consciously understood Luo Wenzhou's implication-in this way, in front of Luo Wenzhou's parents, he should be regarded as a friend who had saved his son. "Lonely and lonely" no one took care of him. Everyone is a single young man, so before his injury was completely healed, he lived in as a rent-reduction roommate. The old couple might also be thankful and polite. Hearing that he was discharged from the hospital, he came here to take a look.

Fei Du determined his position, and his ups and downs immediately settled down, calmed down again, and returned to Mr. Fei who was ready to "talk to people and talk nonsense to others".

He didn't see Luo Wenzhou's hands hanging on his side tightly.

In the past, when the door was opened, it was Luo Yiguo who was greeted. Today, when the specifications were changed, Mu Xiaoqing greeted him personally. When she saw Luo Wenzhou, she quickly complained and opened: "Why is it so late? I almost called you."

Before Fei Du had time to speak, Mu Xiaoqing had dragged him into the house without seeing the outside world, and said: "It’s cold outside, and no one cares if you dress like this. Come in and get warm. Warm—did you two have dinner?"

"Eat," Luo Wenzhou took a look, "My mother, are you here to help the poor or visit the prison? There is nowhere to stay. What are you doing?"

The entrance to his house was already full of boxes of various sizes, and there was no place to change shoes. Luo Wenzhou flipped through it and found that there were delicacies, cooked food, tea, fruit, snacks... and a pile of luxury Desire cat canned food.

Heaven and earth conscience, Luo Yiguo is almost fifteen catties!

"Why there is so much milk, I don't like to drink this... Tsk, cat toys and suits, really good, I picked up my son's own cat."

"I didn't buy milk for you, so I don't want to be affectionate." Mu Xiaoqing said, "What kind of food can you have in the cafeteria? You have a lot of oil and salt. You, a species with thick skin and thick flesh, just drink some swill. Even if I have to deal with two meals, how can I eat with the injured wounded?"

Luo Wenzhou rolled his eyes at Fei Du—the guy refused to wrong himself. Not only did he order takeaways himself, but he also dragged the entire criminal investigation team together*, which was quite frantic. However, he endured for a while, and finally "hum", silently swallowing this ancient strange injustice, angrily picked up the pile of things in the hallway, and relentlessly cleaned it up.

The mother and son started talking one-on-one since they entered the door, seamlessly connecting, like a cross talk, outsiders could not intervene at all, until Luo Wenzhou carried the box and left, Fei finally had the opportunity to withdraw quietly. With his own hands, he said to Mu Xiaoqing: "I knew you were coming, I should have walked a little bit in advance to pick you up. Anyway, I'm just a trainee, and I won't be able to help much with the Municipal Bureau."

Mu Xiaoqing likes to listen to his unrestrained flowery voice, because he feels that this young man and her son are the same raccoon dog, without the guilt of his own pigs damaging honest cabbage, so he happily pulled him into the house.

At a glance, Fei Du saw Luo Cheng on the sofa in the living room. Unlike Mu Xiaoqing, he could see the blood relationship between Luo Wenzhou and this gentleman only from his face.

Luo Cheng's temples are gray, and he does not have a blessed belly like an ordinary middle-aged and elderly man. His back is straight, and there is an unsmiling line between his eyebrows. Just sitting there, he has an incredible sense of existence. Belongs to the character who will be introduced to the main position as soon as he enters the hotel room...It is a bit of a damaging aura to hold a cat in his arms.

Luo Cheng and Fei Du looked at each other. The two generations of Chinese and youth looked at each other in a very short moment. Fei Du ignored the hand of his old man playing the claw game with the cat, very decently. Say hello to him: "Hello, uncle, excuse me."

Luo Cheng nodded, and then, of course, the "Sovereign Emperor" who made his lame son give up his seat actually stood up for an unprecedented time, and said to Fei Du in an easygoing manner: "Looking at your face is getting better, come and sit." /

Luo Yiguo screamed and rolled in the arms of the Supreme Emperor, arrogantly jumped onto the shoulder of his old man, and licked his paw condescendingly.

"The two of us wanted to come and see you a long time ago. Luo Wenzhou's stick said he was afraid that we would disturb your rest." Mu Xiaoqing said very gently, "Are you accustomed to living here? Ask him to do anything if you are tired. Don't die him."

Fei Du choked, because he vaguely felt that Mu Xiaoqing's tone was a little too intimate, so he said cautiously: "Brother takes care of me."

Mu Xiaoqing heard the name "senior brother", but didn't say anything, but the corners of his eyes were full of meaningful smiles.

When Luo Wenzhou worked hard to clean the hallway, and looked a little worried, he found that the hard-to-serve Fei and the more difficult-to-serve old lady had already talked.

I don’t know where he came up with a "young talent" face. Fei Du is very familiar with this kind of middle-aged and old man. He is so dull and condensed that there is no scum left. He and the old man each occupy a corner of the sofa. It looks like an investor and government spokesperson preparing to jointly develop the core area of ​​the city.

I don’t know what Fei Du said, so Luo Cheng nodded frequently. His old man had a big-waisted cat on his head, and his eyebrows were rarely stretched. He also solemnly commented: "You have a good idea. Go back and consider it. , Write a detailed report to..."

Mu Xiaoqing quickly gave a dry cough and stuffed a piece of orange into his mouth, interrupting the untimely nonsense of the old man.

It is indeed too late. I heard that the city bureau will be working overtime tomorrow like another day in the Shura field. Luo Cheng and Mu Xiaoqing didn't wait much. After sitting for a while, they got up and got ready to leave. Fei Duli spent several weeks and he was sent out, of course, and was pushed back by Mu Xiaoqing against his shoulder.

"Don't come out soon," Mu Xiaoqing said, turning to Luo Wenzhou, and instructed, "You are a few years older than others, so you should have been more responsible. In the future, you will accept your young master's temper at home. Have you heard? "

This is too ambiguous, Luo Wenzhou lazily responded, but Fei Du was taken aback.

At this time, Luo Cheng opened his mouth and said to Fei Du: "I heard that your parents are not around now. If you encounter something in the future, if you really can't make it, you can find us."

Fei Du was surprised and suspicious. When he met the eyes that resembled Luo Wenzhou, seeing that Luo Cheng smiled at him imperceptibly, the expression on his face with no anger and prestige was almost kind.

Mu Xiaoqing waved at them, and put his hand in Luo Cheng's pocket to warm him, and said with a smile: "Our'big guy' has been heartless since he was a child. I haven't seen him cry for many years. Of..."

Without waiting for her to finish, Luo Wenzhou yelled "Goodbye" with a "wow", closed the door, and patted the words behind Mu Xiaoqing outside the door.

As soon as Mu Xiaoqing and Luo Cheng left, the noisy living room immediately calmed down. Luo Wenzhou knew in his heart that the two old people couldn't hold back, and they ran to see people. It was okay at the beginning, but at the end the tone was with his daughter-in-law. In the same way, Fei Duxin has a demon mirror, and a little clue can make him look transparent, let alone such an obvious attitude.

Luo Wenzhou never let the two of them come, just because they were afraid that they would puncture that layer of window paper. However, when things happened, he couldn't help but expect Fei Du to give some reaction-whether it was a good reaction or a bad reaction. Can always solve the anxiety of hesitating in place.

He was very contradictory. He didn't dare to look at Fei Du's expression for a while, but he just complained nonchalantly: "I don't want to notify you in advance when you come. It can be a mess. I'll have some milk."

Fei Du's gaze heavily hung behind his back, watching him tear open a carton of milk, pour a little saucer on Luo Yiguo, then pour the rest into the cup and mix it with a spoonful. Honey, stuffed into the microwave.

Luo Wenzhou knew that Fei Du was looking at him, but he was unsure of the meaning of that person's gaze. His tongue moved. He thought of a conversation several times and broke the awkward silence, but he did not think about what to say after searching his stomach. There was a thin layer of sweat, and the huge kitchen was so quiet that there was only the slight roar of the microwave oven.

At this moment, with a ding from the microwave oven, Luo Wenzhou recovered and reached out to pull the door. Suddenly a hand stretched out from behind and clasped his wrist.

Luo Wenzhou was so excited that he just couldn't hold back his soul, and he didn't know when Fei Du approached.

"What did you and your parents say?" Fei Du rubbed his wrist carefully, and asked with a bit of teasing, "I think this is a big misunderstanding."

Luo Wenzhou's throat moved slightly.

Fei Du gave a low smile, pecked at the most sensitive place under his ears, and opened the hem of Luo Wenzhou's shirt with the other hand: "I was scared just now. Shouldn't the brother give me some compensation? My technique is really good, you can try it and promise..."

Luo Wenzhou held down his salted pig hand.

Fei Du intends to expose this embarrassing incident. Luo Wenzhou knows and knows very well, of course, he can hear that as long as he pushes the boat on his own, he can enjoy an unburdened event before working overtime on the unlucky weekend. Then everyone Together happily maintain the previous ambiguity, living this way lively.

Wait for the long time to come...or part ways.

"Too impatient." Luo Wenzhou said to himself in his heart.

Then he dragged Fei Du's hand off his body, turned around, and said to him word by word: "My parents have been more stocking to me, especially after adulthood, as long as the general direction is good, they It’s not easy to interfere with me—who I associate with, whether I have a boyfriend or a girlfriend, how I’m doing at work, this is all my business, and they don’t really bother about it."

Fei Du vaguely sensed what he was going to say, and looked at him blankly.

"There is no misunderstanding." Luo Wenzhou's hand involuntarily used a little force, Fei Du's wrist was a little sore by him. They officially said..."

Fei Du was a little flustered inexplicably, and subconsciously wanted to interrupt him: "Brother."

"...you are the one I plan to spend my life with."