“What did you dream about?”
Fu Boyun looked at Xu Shenting with a smile with low eyes, he said that there are all in his dreams, and the little boy dreamed of it, is he a prophet?
Fu Boyun thought about it a little funny to himself, how could it be?
“I dreamed of you.”
Xu Shenting looked at Fu Boyun, said seriously, thought about it and added: “You were 14 years old.” “
The smile on the corner of Fu Boyun’s mouth froze there, looking at Xu Shenting uncertainly, did he really remember?
He expects his little boy to think of him, does he really remember?
“But I can’t tell if I’m dreaming or if it’s actually happening.”
Xu Shenting didn’t know, and shook his head gently.
But Fu Boyun said that he had amnesia and forgot, which should be true.
“Xu Limin said that when my mother just passed away, I had a high fever that did not go away, and I was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, and after I woke up, I forgot a lot of things.”
Xu Shenting recalled what Xu Limin said just now, his mother died, and his high fever did not go away, which happened to be that year:
“I was seven years old.”
Therefore, it seems that Fu Boyun has never appeared in his childhood memory.
Now I know that it is not that it did not appear, but that he forgot.
“Tell me, I’ll listen.”
Fu Boyun’s tone was faintly excited, but he hid it well, and pretended to be calm and pulled Xu Shenting to sit down and say.
“I dreamed that I was sitting in the car with my mother, and it was snowing heavily, and I was lying on the window of the car and looking at the snow.”
Xu Shenting looked ahead, his eyes were shallow, recalling the picture he dreamed of, and said slowly:
“I saw a little brother on the side of the road, wearing a red wide sweater, and a thick layer of snow fell on his hair and sweater.”
“I asked the driver to stop the car, got out of the car and trotted over, standing in front of my little brother.”
Xu Shenting looked at Fu Boyun, as if he saw him at the age of 14 through his face.
“The little brother’s long eyelashes have a layer of crystal frost, his little face is red from the cold, his lips are purple, and his body is shaking.”
Xu Shenting’s hand stroked Fu Boyun’s eyelashes, cheeks and lips, and his tone was a little distressed: “He is extremely cold.” “
Fu Boyun held Xu Shenting’s hand in the palm of his hand.
Xu Shenting looked down at their hands, and Fu Boyun’s hands were shaking, as if they were at that time.
“I asked him ……”
Fu Boyun looked at Xu Shenting, which coincided with the 7-year-old he looked like in his memory, and asked him with the little milk voice in his ear: Brother, are you cold?
He remembered that day, Yu Qiushuang insisted that he put on a red sweater and took him to Fu’s house to pay New Year’s greetings.
He was locked out by Fu Yunguo, Yu Qiushuang seemed to be invisible, happily pleasing the man who was called his father, and flattering everyone in the Fu family.
The door of the Fu family was closed, and he saw the juniors of the Fu family lying on the window laughing at him.
He was so angry and angry that his fists tightened and opened, and he didn’t say anything.
He didn’t stand outside the door waiting to see their faces, and he left without looking back.
He didn’t know where to go, he kept walking along the road, he didn’t know how long he had walked, he just remembered that the snow was very big, he was very cold, his body was frozen, he was like a walking corpse on the road.
There was a car parked next to him.
He stopped, and turned his head a little stiffly.
The car door opened, and a chubby little guy in a thick red jacket wrapped himself down.
The little face carved in pink and jade, white and tender, looks very cute, and is dressed very exquisitely, at first glance, he looks like a young master from a rich family.
He staggered over like a chubby little penguin.
The little young master asked him in a milky voice: “Brother, are you cold?” “
He was stunned, from childhood to adulthood, who cares if he is cold or not? Good no good?
“Then I’ll give my scarf to my brother, and my brother won’t be cold.”
Fu Boyun watched him clumsily take off his scarf, his neck was empty, and the cold wind blew, and he couldn’t help shrinking his neck.
“Brother, bow your head.”
Fu Boyun didn’t know why he was so obedient, so he bowed his head obediently and was at the mercy of the other party.
It wasn’t until the scarf with the temperature wrapped around his neck that Fu Boyun became a little more energetic, his voice was trembling, and he lowered his head and said, “Thank you.” “
A woman with a gentle and gentle temperament got out of the car and walked to Xiao Shenting’s side.
“Mom, I gave my brother the scarf you gave me, won’t you be angry!” Xiao Shenting looked back at his mother, asked with wide eyes and milk.
Worried that the little boy would be scolded, Fu Boyun wanted to take off the scarf with his frozen hand, but he saw the woman looking at the boy with a gentle face, and praised with a smile:
“Mom won’t be angry, Tingting is awesome, is Tingting cold?”
“Tingting is a little man, Tingting is not afraid of the cold, hachi~”
Xiao Shenting raised his little head and said proudly, but he couldn’t help sneezing and reached out to rub his nose.
The woman laughed softly, and reached out to help Xiao Shenting tuck his collar, lest he wait for the cold wind to run in and catch a cold.
When the woman looked at herself, Fu Boyun’s whole person stiffened in place, he was afraid that he would be scolded and his son caught a cold.
However……
The woman gently touched his head, and her eyes were full of distress and said, “Why are you here alone with so little clothing?” It’s frozen! “
“Where’s your mom and dad? Running away from home? “
Fu Boyun nodded lightly.
The woman took off her woolen shawl and put it on the young man: “It’s dangerous to be alone outside, you know? “
“Mom, let’s send my brother home!” Saying that, Xiao Shenting took his hand and got into the car.
“Brother, this is for you, give you warm hands.”
Xiao Shenting took out a freshly baked sweet potato and stuffed it into his hand, and introduced it to him very seriously: “Moreover, this is very sweet and delicious.” “
Xiao Shenting licked his mouth, his eyes looked at the roasted sweet potato tightly, and he said that he was hungry as he spoke.
“Here you go.”
Fu Boyun returned the roasted sweet potato to him.
Xiao Shenting shook his head firmly: “I don’t want to eat, warm my brother’s hands.” “
Obviously, the greedy ones were drooling, and they said that they didn’t want to eat.
Fu Boyun broke the roasted sweet potato in half and handed it half to Xiao Shenting: “It’s enough for me to warm my hands with this half, you can eat this.” “
Xiao Shenting hesitated for a moment, seeing that he still had half in his hand, then took the half, grinned, and bit down happily.
“Ha, ha, ha~ hot.”
Xiao Shenting took a bite, because it was too hot, he opened his mouth and sighed, and did not forget to remind him: “Brother must remember to blow when eating.” “
“Brother, is someone bullying you?”
“Brother, don’t be afraid, the book says that those who can’t kill you will eventually make you stronger, as long as you become stronger, no one will dare to bully you anymore.”
Fu Boyun’s heart at that time was deeply shaken by this sentence because of this person.
At that time, he secretly made a decision in his heart.
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