Chapter 2392

"My time at home was short, only twelve years."

Fu Xiluo's voice became distant and vague at some point, like the skylight swaying like mist in the dark blue-green sea.

"I sometimes imagine...if nothing happened, would I still have a chance to cover the initial period of my life with my growth year after year."

... In the study room shared by the parents, there are two full floors of bookshelves, which are full of parenting and education books, all of which are kept by the mother after she has read and screened them one by one and approved them.

According to the teachings in the book, she will ensure that Fu Xiluo still has enough sleep time besides heavy schoolwork; nutrition, health check, orthodontics, physical exercise... usually will not fall behind. Every Sunday afternoon, she tries to avoid working overtime, because that is the parent-child time spent with her children.

Fuciello thought it might be because his mother had taken such good care of him in other ways that he had neither a cold nor a fever after a day in a thin shirt in ten-degree weather. ;So this Sunday, he can only sit on the sofa with his mother, waiting for her to choose a movie suitable for him to watch.

"Say, how about we watch this documentary? Let's see how he became successful step by step and how he became a great person."

Fu Xiluo stared at his own reflection on the TV screen, and let out a "hmm".

The mother started playing with satisfaction.

...How come you are not sick?

On Tuesday night, his mother was afraid that he would catch a cold, so he put a pool of hot water for him to take a bath; however, after closing the door, Fushiro just sat motionless on the toilet lid, watching the pool of water she put in by herself gradually cool down, In the end, it flowed into the drain hole intact.

Letting her mind go to waste is all he can do for revenge.

Fuxiluo thought that he must have caught a cold.

He wished he could get sick, preferably a serious one. He hoped that the parents would panic, worry about regret, realize—realize what?

Fuxiluo, who was less than twelve years old at that time, still couldn't clearly know what he wanted his parents to realize; he just vaguely hoped that they would regret it, held his hand and said, "I'm sorry, mom and dad don't want to It should be like this".

But on Wednesday morning, he opened his eyes in good health and was sent to school in good health.

Even if you are a child, life will not let you do what you want.

Since he was in elementary school, he has experienced countless weekly schedules. He only had a hiccup on Tuesday, and everything went back to the original, step by step and repeated day by day.

For example, Fushiro knows that she will spend "parent-child time" with her mother at one o'clock every Sunday afternoon; she will set aside time exclusively, with few exceptions.

To him, it doesn't matter whether it's parent-child time or other time.

The other side of "parent-child time" is that Fu Xiluo is not allowed to do other things, and must participate in the activities arranged by his mother-calling or playing football with friends, going out to eat together, or going to the video game store to watch people Playing video games... He had already given up that expectation.

He stared at the screen quietly, waiting for the documentary to end.

When his mother is satisfied, he can leave, and then there will be a short period of free time of his own; it seems that because "combining work and rest" is also a theory that his mother believes in, he can move freely for two hours on Sunday afternoon—— But to be honest, when thinking about what to do and what to do in free time, Fu Xiluo felt at a loss.

What he didn't expect was that the documentary was interrupted by the ringing of the phone after less than a third of the progress.

"Who still calls the landline?" The mother pressed the pause unhappily, and hesitated before answering the phone. "Is it a telemarketing call?"

However, the phone rang persistently, one after another, and finally my mother couldn't take it anymore, and walked over to answer the phone: "Hello?"

Fushiro pricked up his ears.

Mother looked startled. "...Xiao Si?"

Fu Xiluo straightened up from the sofa, stretched his neck towards his mother, and asked in a low voice, "Is it Ansi? You are looking for me?"

An Si is the daughter of his aunt; her aunt is two years older than her father, and An Si happens to be only two years older than Fu Xiluo—although the difference of two years is already a natural difference in the eyes of a child, but An Si made him From the perspective of peers, the relationship between the two is very close, and they secretly took him out to play AR games several times.

The caller should be looking for Fu Xiluo, but the mother didn't look at him, but waved her hand quickly, not to deny, but to wave away his question. She didn't intend to hand over the phone receiver to him, but continued to ask: "Talk slowly... what's going on?"

She gradually frowned, her face mixed with disgust and faint anger; after listening for a while, she said: "You are already downstairs?"

Where is An Si downstairs?

Although it sounds like the situation is a bit wrong, when Fu Xiluo thinks that today he will inexplicably play with An Si, his eyes still light up; if every day is numb and boring, then even if there is a little accident, it will be Amazing.

The mother hung up the phone and hurried out the door. A few minutes later, she brought back a girl with a red face. Fu Xiluo jumped off the sofa and was about to meet her, but when she saw An Si clearly, she suddenly stopped.

An Si's face was not flushed. Her face was swollen red and irregular in shape; the skin under the corners of her eyes was obviously not damaged, but there were bright red and clear blood spots.

When she noticed Fu Xiluo's gaze, she turned her head slightly in embarrassment, and turned her face to the side.

Fuxiluo seemed to be touched by electricity, and his eyes were lowered. For a moment, something trembled in his chest, and he was speechless.

"Both of you watch TV for a while, or play the foreign language puzzle game I bought for Ronaldinho. I'll call your parents," the mother said with a gloomy, unattractive expression. An Si nodded and said, "Don't think too much about it, it's okay, let's go!"

Fushiro still didn't understand what happened, but he also felt that An Si probably didn't want to sit in the brightly lit, spacious and open living room, where even the traces of tears would be clearly seen.

He pretended not to see the bloodstains on her face, and led her into his parents' study room, let her sit on the small sofa, said "I'll get you a drink", and left her alone.

Mother was alone in the bedroom, the door was closed, and only her faint, fast voice could be heard, as if she was holding back her anger.

When Fu Xiluo came back, the tears on An Si's face had been wiped clean, her hair had been rearranged, and she forced a smile at him.

"My dad slapped it," she said without any fluctuation on her face after taking the drink, the straightforwardness surprised Fu Xiluo. "I seemed to pass out for a few seconds. My mother told me to come out quickly...I didn't know where to go."

At the end, her voice trembled slightly; for some reason, Fu Xiluo had a feeling that she suppressed part of the words and did not say anything.

"...why?" he asked softly.

An Si seemed to want to say something, but he didn't hold back at the moment when he opened his mouth. His facial features were almost distorted by the sudden rush of crying; she hurriedly closed her mouth, and pressed her emotions back again, her eyes were red, as if nothing Shrugged his shoulders.

Fushiro sat on the edge of the desk blankly, not knowing what to do in response.

Part of him wanted to be angry, part of him wanted to cry. He remembered that when he was still unable to walk, he was hit by a winter quilt that fell out of the closet for some reason; as far as he could see, it was dark and heavy, and no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't lift the quilt. Dome of suffocation.

When he asked about his mother, she was very surprised, she did not expect him to remember what happened when he was young; she seemed to be proud of his early memory for a while, and even thought he was a genius, but she didn't think that he was so young. She took to heart the fear of the moment—"It's long past," she said, "what can happen when your excellency is at home."

Sometimes when Fushiro raised his head, he would hallucinate that he saw this adult world that he was gradually entering, which weighed heavily on his head like the winter quilt of that year.

He really wanted to say to An Si, "Don't go home, just live here from now on"; but just as he had no right to speak about the details of his life, he couldn't change An Si's life at all.

He hasn't even learned how to comfort someone properly.

"Don't worry." In the end, An Si saw that his mood was wrong, and turned to comfort him, saying, "I'm fine, I'm going to transfer to a boarding school in the next city soon."

"When?" Fu Xiluo was surprised.

"Next month." An Si whispered.

After a few seconds of silence in the study, An Si said again: "Your parents never do anything...it's great."

Fu Xiluo seemed to have just grabbed a life-saving buoy, took a deep breath, and had something to say. "Well..." He whispered, "My mother hates people who beat people the most."

"Do you remember that book we borrowed from the library?" An Si let out a long breath, hugged his legs, and said, "That's right, the protagonist went to a new school, and it turns out that what he really studied in the new school is How to fight demons..."

Fuxiluo seemed to be pulled out a little bit from a huge and powerless feeling, and said with a smile: "I remember, I like PS: I was more wild than Fuxiluo when I was in elementary school, no, it should be said , I was a savage all the way from childhood (). Looking back now, although I have a lot of regrets in the past, if I were asked to change it, I would not do it.