As Luo Wenyuan continued to tell his story, Luo Shaohui's emotions stabilized. Staring at Wenyuan's face, the blurry courtyard that occasionally flashed back in his mind gradually became clearer.
"One winter, the capital was extremely cold. There were a lot of icicles under the eaves. You broke off two of the longest ones and we each ate one. You were fine, but I had diarrhea for three days and missed the final exam. After I recovered, my grandfather punished me by writing 'I will never eat icicles again' a thousand times..."
Luo Shaohui seemed to have remembered something funny, and he curled his lips, with a nostalgic look in his eyes.
"Uncle, after you... disappeared, Grandpa fell seriously ill. After he recovered, he threw away everything in your room, saying that seeing the things reminded him of you and made him feel sad..."
Luo Shaohui was startled and subconsciously asked, "What about my Sir Henry sofa?"
As soon as these words came out, Luo Shaohui and Luo Wenyuan were both stunned. Luo Wenyuan's voice was trembling with excitement:
"I found it at the garbage dump. I even had a fight with some junk collectors! It's an imported sofa, with a solid wood base and rubber cushions. It's damn heavy. I had to use all my strength on the cart to drag it home..."
Luo Shaohui looked at Luo Wenyuan's face more and more carefully, peeling off the handsome and resolute outline to reveal a small face with a round head, big eyes, and more beautiful than the dolls in New Year pictures.
Luo Shaohui remembered that when the child was not even as tall as a chair, he would chase after him and call him "Uncle" with a smile. He would not cry even when he fell down, but would get up and continue to chase him until he hugged his legs and rubbed his saliva on his pants.
As the child grows older, he is not as lively and cute as he was when he was young. He always stays alone, deep in thought, and rarely even smiles. I am really afraid that he will become a melancholy and eccentric teenager who will psychopathically harm kittens and puppies. Therefore, I always try my best to make him laugh and deliberately make him angry. Anyway, it doesn't matter whether he laughs or gets angry, I just can't hold it in.
Perhaps his prank worked. The child was busy resisting his "violence" every day and had no time to become perverted. He also made a friend named Leng Xing. They went to and from school together with their schoolbags every day. Whenever they had time, they would get together to discuss what pranks they could use to get back at him. He had no idea that Leng Xing had already become a traitor for a 50-cent popsicle and leaked their plan.
The child was smart and always ranked first in the grade. However, he failed the Chinese language test once because he did not write an essay. The title of the essay was "My Dad."
I was very angry when I found out about this and went to the school to argue with the teacher. But before he could lose his temper, the teacher apologized to him and said that the child had later submitted an essay, which was very well written. Not only did he get full marks, he also represented the school in the district essay competition.
He took the composition and just read the beginning, and the seven-foot-tall man's eyes were red - "I am an orphan, I don't have a father, but I have the best uncle in the world. In my eyes, he is my father..."
Later I went to Somalia, and then... Alas!
I wonder if the child missed him, or if he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and cried while hugging the persimmon tree...
Luo Shaohui stretched out his rough, dark hand and stroked Luo Wenyuan's face, pulling the flesh on his face and stretching it left and right as he did many years ago, but found that Luo Wenyuan's face was no longer as round as it was in his childhood, but had sharp edges and corners, and even had new stubble.
Luo Shaohui smiled with tears in his eyes and said, "Stinky boy...how did you age so badly? Have you ever thought that after all these years, I, your uncle, am still as beautiful as a flower..."
Luo Wenyuan was originally very sad to see his uncle's old and haggard appearance, but when he heard that he was still as reserved as ever, the bitterness in his heart was diluted a lot. The two men punched each other in the chest at the same time - Fortunately, you are still alive.
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