There is a little tree on the mountain

Yun Qianshan and Lu Xiaolin sent the girl to the hospital for check-in and then went back to school, leaving her roommate to take care of her.On the way, Yun Qianshan said: "Xiao Mumu, you are crying, I saw it. What's wrong?"

Lu Xiaolin wrapped the scarf tighter, and the muscles on his face twitched, as if he was about to pretend to smile but couldn't. He pursed his lips, struggled for a while, and said, "My dad used to be like this." Added: "But I'm not his biological father, you don't have to worry about genetics, my biological father has no mental illness."

In Yun Qianshan's concept, Lu Xiaolin is a good-looking person with a good brain, usually looks very cute and harmless, occasionally a little black-bellied, he should be a child who grew up in the love of thousands of people.

How could such a child have a mentally ill father?

He didn't know what to say to comfort Lu Xiaolin, so he could only take his little Mumu's hand, put it in his pocket, and pat it again.But after thinking about it, doesn't "it used to be like this" mean it's not like this now?This is a good thing.He scratched Lu Xiaolin's palm in his pocket and said, "It's all over."

Lu Xiaolin recalled the past 18 years like a marquee. The itching in his palms made him pull out clips of watching small movies from his 18 years of memory. It's the tailbone that scratches.He felt the itch in his palm shifted to his tailbone again, and deliberately grabbed Yun Qianshan's troublesome hand in order to divert his attention.

Yun Qianshan just wanted to comfort her boyfriend, what was on her mind was purer than the snow on the side of the road.He felt Lu Xiaolin's firm grip, and bent his fingers to grip him back.

How many years has it been since I shook hands with someone like this?Warm and warm feeling, just like mother's womb.He has no memory of being a baby, but vaguely feels that his mother must have held his hand and called his name with a smile: "Xiao Lin."

Yun Qianshan held it for a while, then bent his fingers and passed between his boyfriend's fingers, forming a gesture of clasping fingers.

Back home during the winter vacation, Lu Xiaolin withdrew 5 yuan from the bank in his hometown, thinking that the 5 yuan was earned by himself in a month, but the old Lu had to earn two years, this man should be satisfied, he has no right to care about anything.

He put the alarm and the electric shock baton in his schoolbag, and walked back to the mottled old house full of his childhood memories, only to realize that the keys had been returned long ago when he reached the door.

"Like a guest," he thought, "yes, I was a guest."

He raised his hand and knocked on the door, and there was the rustling of slippers on the floor in the room.Like a poisonous snake entangled in a dream for 18 years.

The door was opened, and Lao Lu appeared at the door.Old Lu said: "Hey, Lu Xiaolin. Did you change your name? You should still be named Lu now." After speaking, he grinned and laughed a few times, and walked into the house procrastinatingly while saying, "Where did you go for the exam?" A lot of people asked me, and I just remembered that you still have the college entrance examination."

Lu Xiaolin didn't want to answer, but seeing the man's muscular hands, he knew what it felt like to beat him with both hands, so he had to honestly say, "K is big." That's why he hated muscular men the most.

"Yo, that's right. Thanks to me forcing you to study for so many years, otherwise it would be your virtue, tsk." Lao Lu sat down on the sofa, picked up the grip stick and pressed down hard.This is a habit of Lao Lu. He thinks that women like muscular men, and it is his muscular arms that make him a star in the red light district.

Probably some men are like this, thinking that ordinary women are either virgins or slutty. Of course, virgins are not necessarily a good thing.

Lu Xiaolin began to regret walking into this room. He put the money on the coffee table and said, "This is your first pension money."

Lao Lu looked at the money and said, "People have also seen it, and the money has been given. Have you fulfilled your legal obligations? Don't poke it in front of my eyes!"

Lu Xiaolin turned and left, closed the door, stood in the corridor and let out a long breath.

Then, just like the summer vacation, I closed my eyes and took out a travel guide in Xinhua Bookstore, looked at Qinghai, and then traveled to Qinghai.

He was sitting on the bus going to the train station, clasped his fingers, and could vaguely feel Yun Qianshan's temperature.

When can school start?miss him.