Chapter 189 Memories
What it said was somewhat correct. Lu Jiamu was indeed not a true gentleman or a good man. He had a cold heart and more flexible outlook on life than others.
In fact, he is the type of person that if Fang Gu, who is still alive in reality, suddenly killed someone one day and told him, he might not even call the police, but would help dismember the body.
But in the past, because Fang Gu's mother was a teacher, she asked him to take care of Lu Jiamu when he was a child, so Fang Gu always felt that he had a responsibility towards Lu Jiamu, just like an older brother should take care of his younger brother.
Also, because he believed that the eldest brother was like a father, and if he was like a brother, he should be like a father, so when Fang Gu was still young, he always consciously regarded himself as a strict father.
When Lu Jiamu was a child, he always looked dull and would never refute him, so he became particularly calm, mature and responsible.
He began to worry that his good half-son would be instructed by bad people to do bad things when he grew up and become difficult to discipline, so he always said to him in a condescending manner: "Young people should have courage and not be afraid of difficulties. You should always strive to do things that are beneficial to society and the people, instead of going down and doing things that others persuade you to do."
Do the right thing, not the wrong thing.
Fang Gu is a man of integrity and high awareness.
Even the term "killing relatives for the sake of justice" was something Fang Gu heard from his mother and then taught him.
Lu Jiamu's worldview was very flexible, so he probably just listened to these words.
After they grow up, they will no longer run around with each other every day like they did when they were children. After all, no one will feel that a peer who has no blood relationship with them is like their own son for the rest of their life.
So it's very strange that once the diary starts to talk about the concept of "best friends since childhood", Lu Jiamu will really recall that time, thus achieving the purpose of the diary's hope that he would cherish the old friendship.
But the more it tries to get close to the person, the less like he or she looks like the person in Lu Jiamu's memory.
Maybe the eleven cruel games changed the overly optimistic and faith-filled part of his personality, after all, people always change. Or maybe death really took him away.
The diary continued, "I know you think that since I came to this world, I have been too vicious, and killing people is like drinking water and breathing, so you are prejudiced against me. But there are two people in my life that I will never hurt, one is my mother, and the other is you and my friend. I can make a promise, so why do you care so much whether I am a human or a ghost?"
"Actually, whether you are willing to admit it or not, you know in your heart that I am Fang Gu, and we have been best friends since we were young. I will always protect you unconditionally, and I actually hope you can do the same to me." Diary tilted her head, "Let's go back together. Even if you only treat me as a special item in the future, I will work hard to help you become whoever you want to be, to prove my worth and my importance to our friendship."
It clasped its hands together again and began to plead pitifully: "Besides, my mother is still waiting for me. Even if I have become like this, I must go back to find her. I am dead and you are missing. Who will take care of her in the future? Will she have to live alone in her old age?"
Lu Jiamu did unilaterally promise to provide for Fang Gu's mother, Ms. Fang Liyun, in her old age.
If he were to die here tomorrow, the person he would find the most difficult to let go of would be Ms. Fang.
Because in Lu Jiamu's eyes, Ms. Fang is a great person and was also Lu Jiamu's teacher from third to sixth grade in Primary School.
Lu Jiamu has been a special child since he was a child. His emotional indifference as he grew up was more obvious when he was a child. He was dull and rigid, never cried, laughed, or liked to talk. He always stayed alone and was unable to respond to or understand other people's emotions.
It was also for this reason that he was treated as a defective child and a flawed product before he was even of school age, causing his elite parents, who were severely perfectionist, to collapse. They began to accuse each other of having bad genes and possibly major defects. They quarreled frequently and eventually divorced. They then each started a new family and practiced trumpet. No one cared about him, leaving him to live alone and go to the worst elementary school.
But it's not because he is stupid. On the contrary, it's because his IQ is much higher than his peers, which makes it difficult for his fast-running brain and new limbs to adapt.
Sometimes my mind works too fast and I think too much. Even though I have come up with the answer, I don’t know where to start first. I also think that others should understand it, so I just don’t say anything.
Sometimes it is because of too strong insight, and they can see through the minds of adults at a glance, but they feel that expressing other people's thoughts will be disadvantageous to themselves, so they simply don't say anything.
More often than not, I have already learned the knowledge in the textbook after reading it once, but I don’t know why the teacher still wants to explain such simple content, so I start thinking about other things or reading extracurricular books during class.
When the teacher called him up and asked him about his solution process, he directly answered the result, which made people think that he had peeked at the answer.
After being pulled out by the teacher, I thought too much. On the one hand, I didn't know what expression to use to deal with it. I also felt that the matter was not important and I didn't understand what I did wrong, so I just kept a straight face. On the other hand, I felt that explaining that the other person was too boring in class would offend him, so I simply didn't explain.
So when he was a child, he always looked like a fool who was stuck in the corner.
In addition, Lu Jiamu's class teacher at the time was not a good person. Seeing that Lu Jiamu was quiet and always alone, he began to bully him verbally. Whenever he got full marks on an exam, he would scold him for cheating, saying that he didn't even listen carefully in class so how could he possibly learn? He was so young with low IQ and bad character, and would be a social scoundrel in the future.
In short, they firmly believed that he was a moron and a disgrace to the class. They labeled him as a student with difficulties, reported him to the leaders in various ways, called him mentally retarded and asked him to transfer to a special school as soon as possible.
Fortunately, Lu Jiamu had already heard from the fragments of his conversation that the head teacher just felt that it was a waste of his talent to be assigned to this shabby primary school as a teacher, which was why he enjoyed bullying the students in the school, so he didn't care how he evaluated himself.
But people like him still seem to find it difficult to reconcile with the world. There are too many conflicts, and it is difficult for them to adapt to the environment without help.
Just when he had thought about whether to continue studying or not, or to drop out, how to make a living after not going to school, and whether to sneak abroad to work illegally when he grows taller to change his living environment and see if everything will get better, Ms. Fang brought her son Fang Gu to transfer to their school and their class.
When Ms. Fang first arrived, she was very concerned about the situation of students with difficulties in the class. However, after a little contact, she soon discovered that Lu Jiamu was not mentally retarded at all, but an abnormally high IQ child. So she specifically asked Fang Gu to have more opportunities to communicate with Lu Jiamu.
So Fang Gu thought that his mother had arranged a younger brother for him as a new task, so every day when he had free time, he would harass Lu Jiamu, who was hanging alone in the corner, and ask him to talk.
Fang Gu is a very optimistic, cheerful, enthusiastic and imaginative child. Initially, Lu Jiamu didn't know how to respond to him so he didn't say anything. However, when he got the cold shoulder from Lu Jiamu, he didn't feel any frustration. Instead, he thought that "only a father would teach his son to speak one sentence at a time". He began to think that he and Lu Jiamu were both a brother and a father, and told other children that Lu Jiamu was his new adopted son.
Some of the children in the primary school really like to play house, and they usually rush to be the parents, so no one thought there was anything wrong with this logic. On the contrary, because Fang Gu's mother is a teacher, they dared not bully Lu Jiamu anymore.
Although Lu Jiamu thought that he seemed sick and childish, he could see that he meant well, so he never refuted and let Fang Gu try to teach him how to speak sentence by sentence. The two of them actually became best friends because of this.
Fang Gu's mother, Ms. Fang, also objectively and impartially reported Lu Jiamu's true situation to the school leaders, and accused the original class teacher of not even having the patience to communicate with the child. She said that he was not worthy of being a teacher by always looking down on others.
It was not a good idea for her to have a conflict with an old teacher because of a student when she first arrived, but she was a practical person and began to find resources to take Lu Jiamu to participate in various competitions. Lu Jiamu did not disappoint her, and he was on the list every time, repeatedly won awards, and later was directly recommended to become the living signboard of the school, which stopped others from talking.
She also injected new meaning into Lu Jiamu's boring life.
If Lu Jiamu's life was originally a pool of stagnant water, then this mother and son were two beams of light that suddenly shone in, urging him to keep moving forward instead of messing around downward, and finally have a high-quality life that is more in line with the secular view.
Lu Jiamu has always respected Ms. Fang.
They have never been absent from every important stage of life since then, and have redefined the meaning of family in Lu Jiamu's world.
Until one day Fang Gu suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared after a while, he had gone crazy and couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Therefore, Lu Jiamu has always been obsessed with deciphering the contents of the diary and understanding Fang Gu's final life experience. He has been unwavering all the way and has never abandoned the diary, even though he thought it was a ghost.
As he got deeper into the game, he knew more and more things. He had even guessed some things that were originally uncertain, and they were only a matter of finishing touches to be complete.
Diary was still leaning on the edge of the bed, looking at him, as if waiting patiently for him to feel better and communicate with her. Everything seemed to have returned to his youth many years ago.
It’s just that what used to be a small bed in a school dormitory is now the lowest floor of a dilapidated black tower like a refugee camp. It’s not the same thing after all.
The body snatched by the diary also bears no resemblance to the young Fang Gu.
Now it seems that the time has come to make a decision: to do the wrong thing, or to do something even more wrong?
Lu Jiamu's hand moved, as if to play with it, and the chip card flashed out for a moment and then was immediately retracted.
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