Jian Luo sat cross-legged on the ground, supporting his chin with one hand: "Who can I choose?"
Lu Shifeng opened his thin lips lightly: "It's all right."
?
That's what you said!
Jian Luo smiled and said, "Then I'll go home."
Lu Shifeng frowned, clearly unwilling, and said, "No."
“…”
There was a moment of frozen silence in the air.
The smile gradually disappeared from Jian Luo's mouth. He lowered his eyes, opened his lips slightly, and wanted to say something, but finally closed them.
For some reason, he felt a little tired and suddenly didn't want to talk. Actually, it was nothing. He understood the reason. In fact, ever since he and Lu Shifeng started living together temporarily, no, or rather, since she became pregnant with the baby in her belly, he has always understood one thing, that is, he is not equal to the Dark Star people.
It's just that Lu Shifeng has always respected him and treated him well, so these days, he has become a little proud.
It was like being beaten back to his original shape; like a basin of cold water was poured over him; like someone poked the snail's shell and he suddenly wanted to shrink back.
After a while.
Jian Luo said, "Whatever you want."
Lu Shifeng turned his head and looked at him: "Jian Luo."
"It doesn't matter where I am." Jian Luo tried to remain calm. He smiled and said, "You decide."
…
Lu Shifeng stared at him with bloodshot eyes, raised his eyebrows, and concluded in a positive tone: "You are angry."
It would be fine if you didn't say anything. People are like this. If you ignore me, I can actually still resist. But if you insist on coaxing me, then I can't hold it back.
Jian Luo was inexplicably irritated and said stiffly, "No."
Lu Shifeng narrowed his eyes. Although the Marshal had been through hundreds of battles on the battlefield, he had almost no experience in the emotional aspect. In fact, based on his many years of experience, even if he searched through everything, he would never find any experience in coaxing people. In the Dragon King's dictionary, there was absolutely no word "bowing".
But when facing Jian Luo, he felt a rare sense of powerlessness.
So, the Marshal rarely spoke to explain: "They can't take good care of you."
Jian Luo was of course sensible, he nodded: "I know."
Even though it seemed like the conversation had been resolved, the atmosphere was still tense and awkward, and no one could stop it.
Jian Luo stood up and said, "I haven't learned how to play it yet. I'll practice some more."
Lu Shifeng watched him stand up and start fiddling with these little toys. He didn't say much, but just responded, "Okay."
…
In one night, Jian Luo learned several fitness tools.
After returning home, he started soaking his feet. After five or six months, the hospital prescribed more medicines for him, and he and Lu Shifeng also developed some tacit understanding. Usually at this time, it was time for them to tell stories.
Lu Shifeng waited for a long time today, but Jian Luo never asked him to tell a story.
The Marshal looked at the document for a while, but soon couldn't bear to read any more. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Want to tell a story?"
Jian Luo was worried, and when someone suddenly spoke, he was startled: "Ah?"
Lu Shifeng frowned.
It seemed that ever since he refused Jian Luo's request to go home at the training ground, this child had been absent-minded.
Jian Luo took a deep breath and said, "Tell a story. Why don't I tell it today?"
Lu Shifeng nodded: "Okay."
Jian Luo thought for a moment and decided to tell a lighter story: "A long time ago, there was a beautiful queen who gave birth to a princess with very white skin. She named her Snow White, but the good times didn't last long. The queen died soon after..."
This story is not long and will be told quickly.
Finally, Jian Luo touched her belly and concluded to the cubs: "This story tells us that as long as we are brave and strong, we will definitely be happy in the end."
…
The room was silent.
Jian Luo raised his head and looked at Lu Shifeng with expectation: "What do you think?"
Lu Shi's expression remained expressionless. The Marshal tapped his fingertips on the chair. After a long pause, he finally asked the question he had been wanting to ask: "Is the Queen physically disabled?"
"……No."
"Then why didn't she do it herself?" Lu Shifeng frowned, puzzled. "This hunter isn't her trusted confidant, so why would she dare to use him?"
Jian Luo's mouth twitched.
The Marshal continued to raise reasonable questions: "Also, what is the meaning of the king's existence? Why doesn't he intervene? Is he controlled by the queen?"
Jian Luo: "This..."
"Since the queen has already controlled the country, she must have her own power. Why would she think of using a comb to silence someone?" Lu Shifeng said slowly: "Reviewing the whole incident, the queen's motive is the key. It's not that simple."
Jian Luo was stunned by the question: "I think she may not have thought that much."
Lu Shifeng looked at Jian Luo with bloodshot eyes, which made him feel a little uneasy, as if there was something wrong with his IQ.
Sure enough, Lu Shifeng then used his professional thinking to help Jian Luo and Zaizai see the essence through the phenomenon, analyzed the motivations of the characters in the whole story, and made up for the missing logic through the characters' behavior, which simply subverted people's cognition.
After hearing this, Jian Luo choked up.
Lu Shifeng said, "Are there any other stories you want to tell?"
"No." Jian Luo covered his head: "I'm a little tired."
In the past, Jian Luo might have played for a while at this time, but today he was listless and obediently climbed onto the bed to rest.
Jian Luo lay on the bed with his head down. The mattress beside him softened and Lu Shifeng sat down beside him.
Lu Shifeng asked him, "Would you like some water?"
Jian Luo turned his back to him and said in a muffled voice, "No need."
“…”
Lu Shifeng didn't know what the child was throwing a tantrum about.
The next day.
Early in the morning, Secretary Jin discovered that something was wrong, and it was very wrong. How to say it specifically, the atmosphere was wrong. Usually, these two people were very affectionate, and they would chatter back and forth during meals, but today was different. The dinner table was eerily quiet.
Lu Shifeng passed the vegetables to Jian Luo, and Jian Luo said obediently: "Thank you."
Polite and distant.
It wasn't like this before. In the past, when Jian Luo saw someone he didn't like eating something, he would always mumble that he didn't want to eat it, and then the Marshal would coax him. But today was completely different. Jian Luoluo was terribly indifferent, as if he was in a quarrel or cold war.
Secretary Jin's eyes roamed over the two of them, unable to control her urge to gossip, but she didn't dare ask too many questions, for she was afraid of being used as cannon fodder by the Marshal.
After dinner, Lu Shifeng asked, "Are you going back to work today?"
Jian Luo nodded.
Lu Shifeng told him: "Send me a message when you get off work and I'll pick you up."
Jian Luo had no expression: "Will I come back to sleep today?"
…
Secretary Jin pricked up her ears.
Lu Shifeng's voice was quite steady, and could be said to be quite calm: "Well, I won't leave until the day after tomorrow."
Jian Luo: "Oh."
The atmosphere fell into awkwardness again. Actually, it wasn't intentional. Lu Shifeng didn't like to talk much before, but Jian Luo was talkative. Now that the talkative one has shut up, everything seems particularly quiet.
Special - it makes people uncomfortable.
The car dropped them off at Phoenix Terrace. After getting out, Jian Luo waved, "Bye."
After saying goodbye, Jian Luo started walking inside. He had sorted out his thoughts over the past two days and had already worked out a plan for watermelon planting. After going in and discussing it with Wang Gang, everything would be basically fine.
Wang Gang's expression was indescribable when he saw him come in: "Luoluo?"
Jian Luo felt strange when he looked at her: "What are you doing?"
"What's being said online..." Wang Gang's eyes flickered to Jian Luo's belly, and he hesitated, "Is it true?"
Jian Luo shrugged: "True and false, false and true, what you think is true is false, what you think is false is true, it depends on what you think."
Wang Gang choked up: "What do you mean?"
Jian Luo smiled: "Guess."
“…”
Wang Gang inexplicably felt that Jian Luo was in a bad mood today.
The two of them worked together to cultivate watermelons. Jian Luo originally wanted to demonstrate it herself, but Wang Gang was several times more attentive than usual:
"I'll be fine."
"Don't move, I'll do it."
"I'll do it, I'll do it."
"Just sit down, don't stand. Aren't you tired?!"
Jian Luo: “…”
I never saw you worrying about me being tired when I was working before.
After the two of them had reviewed and planned the overall process, it was already noon. Someone came from the altar to invite Jian Luo over.
Jian Luo knew it was time to take the exam, so he went over without saying anything. He was still at the same window. Zhan Wentai was sitting on the sofa, reading a book. The high priest was quiet by nature, with a handsome profile that was flawless. The light half fell on him, making him look sacred and handsome.
Jian Luo took a few steps forward and bowed: "Teacher."
Zhan Wentai put down the book and looked at him. He was silent for a moment, which made Jian Luo feel a little uneasy. Then the priest said, "Sit down."
Jian Luo sat down obediently.
Zhan Wentai gave him a test paper: "A small test to see where you are in the process."
Jian Luo picked up a pen and began to do the questions. After finishing a test paper, Zhan Wentai took it and looked through it. He put it down without making any corrections and asked: "Is there something on your mind?"
When Jian Luo was called, she met Zhan Wentai's calm eyes and felt a little flustered like a poor student: "Ah... No, no."
Zhan Wentai's voice was as clear as spring water: "Why, is it because of the temporary stay?"
You hit the nail on the head.
Jian Luo was not so hypocritical as to want to dwell on such a small matter, but emotional matters could not be controlled. He knew that Lu Shifeng was right, but he could not control his emotions.
Zhan Wentai looked at Jian Luo's troubled face, picked up the teacup and took a sip, then stood up and said, "Let's go."
Jian Luo was stunned: "Where are you going?"
"You won't be able to learn like this." Zhan Wentai looked down at him and said, "Don't waste time. Let's go. I'll take you somewhere."
Jian Luo was a little at a loss. He often went out with Lu Shifeng, but they had not been to many places. As for the High Priest, he didn't know where Fenghuang liked to go to play.
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