Chapter 14 Chapter 14 [My child is very sad...]...
Li Zhuo was doing his homework in the empty new home. He encountered an uncertain question halfway through. While looking up information, he accidentally saw a photo of Li Xuan and his parents in his friend's updates.
It seems like we're at some event, right?
The three people in the photo are all smiling, and the bright colors make the whole picture look extremely warm. They look like such a happy family, as if the whole family has become more complete without me.
In the evening, the dim afterglow shone through the gap in the half-closed curtains, slanting into the empty living room, casting a long shadow on the concrete floor.
Li Zhuo did not make a big noise like before, but just looked at his phone quietly until the screen went out, until the entire empty room was completely swallowed up by the silent darkness.
Nothing seems to happen.
The next day, Li Zhuo got up from the sofa as usual, washed, had breakfast, and did his homework. In the meantime, he also replied to the messages that had accumulated on some accounts for a month.
Even though he didn't make many friends in the international school, he still had a lot of contacts in the account, and from time to time there would be some people who would inquire about him for unknown purposes.
Li Zhuo never responds to such requests.
He usually checks messages from his biological mother and father first, and of the two, the former sends him messages and replies more frequently.
Li Zhuo's mother is Lu Fei. Just as Aunt Liu, who has worked in the Li family for many years, once said, they are mother and son after all, and their eyebrows and eyes are very similar.
Li Zhuo made a special observation about this.
In the first six months after he arrived at the Li family, Lu Fei often took Li Zhuo to various beauty salons for various treatments, generally for hydrating and nourishing the skin.
Every time Li Zhuo was led out of the nursing room by the staff, the first person he saw was Lu Fei.
Most of the time, she would drink tea and chat with a few familiar sisters in the VIP lounge. When she noticed Li Zhuo out of the corner of her eye, she would take the initiative to wave to him.
"Xiao Zhuo, come here and let me see."
When Li Zhuo sat next to Lu Fei, she would hold his hand, ask him how he felt, what he wanted to eat or drink, and at the same time, introduce him to the little sisters with a smile:
"This is my little son."
Most of the other aunts would politely praise Li Zhuo, and then Lu Fei would say a few more words. Then the two would tacitly skip the topic and continue chatting about the latest news in the circle.
Every time this happened, Li Zhuo would carefully look at the woman's face, from her newly curled hair to her delicate eyelashes, then to the corners of her eyes where fine lines could be vaguely seen, and to her constantly opening and closing red lips.
It looks really good.
He thinks this way every time.
Later, when Li Zhuo and Li Huachuan argued over various trivial matters, Lü Fei initially tried to mediate and appease them, but later came to think that he was a bit too fussy and petty...
It was not until he was about to leave Haishi that she resumed contact with him. The mother and son maintained a frequency of calling each other once a month and occasionally sending messages.
Most of the content speaks for Li Huachuan.
"Actually, your dad still misses you..."
This is a phrase she often says.
Li Zhuo believed it at first, but after seeing the photo, he suddenly stopped believing it.
So that day he deliberately opened the dialog box at the top, and then slid his eyes down to see another familiar avatar and name.
This person was none other than the director of the family search program who had learned by chance that Li Zhuo had been abducted and had traveled all the way to Pingshan Village to find him.
The director's surname is Guan, and his full name is Guan Zeyang. He met Li Zhuo two years ago because of a program, and when they parted ways, he took the initiative to leave Li Zhuo his phone number.
After Li Zhuo got a social media account, Director Guan became one of the first friends on his list.
When Li Zhuo ran away from home for the third time to get his parents' attention, his parents completely ignored him and did not even call him.
He sat alone in a 24-hour KFC for a long time. Director Guan heard the news and came to keep him company. After that, he never played that trick again.
Later, when Li Zhuo came to Changyang, Director Guan would occasionally ask about his recent life. However, due to his busy work schedule and frequent travel, he didn't send many messages, only two or three a month, mostly asking about his studies and health. Li Zhuo would reply in batches during his month-long vacation.
After replying to Director Guan's messages, the rest were left to some classmates from Experimental Middle School. Deng Yuliang sent the most messages, most of which were boring messages like "What are you doing?" and "Do you want to hang out?"
Li Zhuo replied with three words as usual: do homework.
I turned off my phone and went downstairs to eat. On the way back, I looked up at the clear blue sky.
When returning to Swan Bay, they met a family of three. The young couple was pushing a stroller and teasing the child, talking and laughing as they passed by Li Zhuo.
Only after seeing their backs disappear at the end of the road did Li Zhuo leave with the dinner he had bought in advance.
Nothing happened, the sun set and rose as usual.
But after returning to school, Li Zhuo developed anorexia and could not sleep well at night. He had frequent nightmares and recurring old dreams.
It was under such circumstances that he met Teacher Mo in the school corridor and was actively invited to the psychological counseling room. Under his gentle guidance, he began an hour-long conversation.
Speaking of which, ever since Teacher Mo showed up, Li Zhuo gradually regained his sense of hunger. Under his supervision, he ate three meals a day regularly and didn't even have nightmares anymore.
After getting familiar with going there every day, Li Zhuo is now becoming more and more familiar with the routes to the teachers' apartments and the psychological counseling room.
It's not just that road, I'm also starting to feel familiar with the teachers who live there.
Teacher Mo is very concerned about Li Zhuo's diet, especially after the previous lessons. Now even if Li Zhuo occasionally eats too fast or too much, he will be reminded to eat slowly and not to be in a hurry, otherwise it will affect the absorption of nutrients and increase the burden on the stomach and intestines, etc.
Li Zhuo didn't know what to say.
Occasionally, when Mo Liang was having dinner with him, he would look at him with an indescribable expression: "Why are you so fragile..."
Li Zhuo looked up and asked him what he just said?
Mo Liang said it was nothing.
Apart from Teacher Mo, Li Zhuo was asked questions in class more often than before. Sometimes, if he got a question wrong in his notebook, the teacher would actually explain it in detail in class.
Once, after our homeroom teacher, Zhang Zhiwen, finished explaining the different solutions to a common problem, he specifically asked Li Zhuo if he understood what he had said and if there was anything he didn't understand.
Li Zhuo was stunned at that time.
Looking back on the past month, every day was extremely comfortable, as if even the air he breathed was filtered and sweet.
Isn’t this so satisfying?
Can life be so smooth?
The noisy dormitory became quiet at some point, and Li Zhuo's thinking became slower and slower.
The frequency of his eye movements, the frequency of his turning over, every subtle fluctuation was transmitted to somewhere outside the dormitory in an invisible way.
He fell asleep, a little later than usual. Was it because of the meal or the class?
Mo Liang pondered and quickly recalled all the conversations between him and Li Zhuo during the day, the specific dietary distribution of the three meals, the courses learned today, etc.
Densely packed images are pieced together, and at first glance the center of the picture is almost always the same person.
[Actually, even if the mission target stays up a little later than usual, it won't affect anything.] The system gave a very human smile, [Host, there's no need to be so nervous...]
Mo Liang turned a deaf ear and continued to browse one by one. At this moment, the long breathing sounds in his ears became disordered, his heartbeat quickened, and his blood pressure rose.
He immediately mobilized more senses, and the concrete wall in his retina gradually became transparent. The young man lying on the bed had his eyes closed, his brows furrowed, his muscles tense, and there were faint signs of sweat on his forehead.
Apparently, he was having a nightmare.
The next moment, in less than a breath, Mo Liang's figure appeared beside Li Zhuo's bed.
The dormitory was quiet. Many students had already fallen asleep. My roommate in the lower bunk turned over, kicked off the thin blanket, and smacked his lips.
Mo Liang's lips were tightly closed, and a special frequency that ordinary people could not hear was circulating over and over again. The brows of the young man on the bed gradually softened in the process.
[I found out why my child stayed up so late today.] Among the densely packed images, Mo Liang quickly locked onto a red-marked image.
The picture inside is of Li Zhuo and his classmates. It was just after the break. In the background, students were queuing up to use the campus phone to call their families.
Li Zhuo's seat was in front of his deskmate, and they were lucky because the queue was not large and the people in front of him were not slow, so it was soon Li Zhuo's turn to make a phone call.
He probably seldom used the campus family phone and was unfamiliar with the process of making a phone call. First, he accidentally dropped the card when swiping it, and his hands were shaking slightly when dialing.
After investigation, it was found that he made three calls in total. The first time, the phone belonged to his father Li Huachuan, and the line showed busy. The second time, the phone belonged to his mother Lu Fei, and the line showed busy. The third time, he called the phone in Li's living room.
This time someone answered the phone, but the person who answered was a new employee of the Li family. He must have just started working there, and even Li Zhuo didn't know him. After hearing a few words from him, he thought it was a scam and hung up.
Li Zhuo unconsciously picked off pieces of wall from the telephone booth with his fingers.
Li Zhuo seemed to want to play a fourth time, but the other students in the queue behind him were impatient, so he gave up his seat and gave up his seat.
The next person to call was Li Zhuo, his deskmate. The first call went through immediately. "Hey, hello, it's me. Don't call me Liangliang. Let me tell you something first..."
Li Zhuo's deskmate was talking excitedly to the parents on the other end of the phone, while Li Zhuo listened quietly like a shadow.
In the highly realistic illusion, Mo Liang could even clearly see his child, and the sadness that made him heartbroken appeared in his eyes again.
That classmate’s name is…what?
Mo Liang really didn't care about other humans. In his eyes, all the teachers and classmates in Experimental Middle School were like a bunch of blurred mosaics, and only his children were clear.
So he thought hard for a moment.
Oh, it seems his last name is Deng.
If this human hadn't spent so much time with his children, he might not even have remembered their last name.
【I blurred his memory and emotions...】
It's all his fault...
The light on the system lit up for a moment, as if it wanted to say something, and soon dimmed again.
【……】
My child was upset because the call didn't go through, but why didn't he call me? I was looking forward to having this conversation with him.
This time, the light ball was no longer dim. It could no longer bear it and said, "Are you mistaken? Doesn't he see you every day? Why would he go to such great lengths to call you?"
Mo Liang didn't answer, continuing his own thoughts: [Oh, yeah, I don't think I've given him my number yet. Maybe I can give him my number. Okay, I'll tell him tomorrow morning...]
Is this primitive communication, a process of converting sound signals into electrical signals? Does he enjoy communicating this way?
【I see…】
【Then I'll give it a try. 】
This time, Guangtuanzi's appearance was completely dimmed.
A bright moon hung high in the sky. The dorm manager on night duty in the men's dormitory dozed off with his eyes half closed. He had no idea how long the twisted black figure in the shadow had been lying there, or when it left.
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