Seed heart

Luo Yi put the soy milk on the table, and the bread was almost baked. After washing his hands, he gently opened the bedroom door.

The child was still sleeping, curled up in a small ball under the quilt.

"Yifan?" The heater was fully turned on, and Luo Yi lifted the child's quilt, revealing his little face flushed from sleep, and he couldn't help poking it twice, each poking a hole.

"Hmm..." The child turned over and rubbed against Luo Yi's palm, "Uncle Gao..."

"Yifan get up quickly, he's going to be late for school."

Luo Yi knew that every time the child heard this sentence, he would get up very quickly.

Sure enough, the child got up slowly after hearing this, and his soft body lay directly on Luo Yi's body. Luo Yi resigned himself to taking off the child's pajamas, and then put on warm clothes.

After more than half a year, Luo Yi's movements are already very proficient.

Why is it really like raising a son?

Luo Yi was made to chuckle by his own thoughts, the child raised his eyes to look at him when he heard the sound, his eyes were still dazed.

After getting dressed, the child was almost awake. He kissed Luo Yi on the face and then put on his slippers and ran to brush his teeth.

Luo Yi touched the place where he was kissed. This kid uses this trick every time, but he still eats it...

Small buds sprout quietly.

Luo Yi parked the car at the school gate, handed the schoolbag in the back seat to the child, and said, "Go to school well."

The child lowered his head and put his schoolbag on his back, Luo Yi could only see the child's trembling eyelashes.

"Okay Uncle Gao, I will."

"Goodbye, Yifan, I'll pick you up in the afternoon." Luo Yi straightened the scarf for the child, and the child with the scarf on looked sharper.

"Goodbye, Uncle Gao."

Luo Yi watched the child push the car door, looked at the cars on both sides, and walked into the school gate.

He looked at the back of the child. It seems that the child has not grown taller in the past six months, and is too thin...

The winter sun shone behind the child, warm and cold.

Luo Yi went to a few restaurants for a walk, had lunch, picked up some ingredients from the store, and then started to return home slowly.

He took a nap and went to the child's room to tidy up. Although he didn't use it very much, the child usually does his homework in his own room.

He looked at the contents of the drawer to check whether the child's pens and notebooks were enough.

The kid's desk was neat, he just tidied it up, and when he pushed the drawer back, something went wrong.

There seems to be some resistance, and it seems that something is stuck in it.

Luo Yi took out the drawer, only to find that there was a notebook inside, an ordinary picture book.

It's the kind you get at kids' schools.

The book is neither new nor old, and the cover is slightly red.

Luo Yi flipped through the pages, and found that the blank pages were filled with densely packed handwriting.

To be precise, it's just dense scratches, red scratches left on the book deeply and lightly, covering the whole book, if you look carefully, you will find some dark brown, with the smell of blood that has been erased by time.

The red color made Luo Yi's eyes hurt, and he remembered the small scars that appeared on the children's fingers from time to time some time ago.

The child told him that he drew it while sharpening the pencil.

The last page of the book is a dry smiling face...

Luo Yi looked at the sky outside, and all he saw were black shadows.

He put all the notebooks back in place and made a phone call.

"Old Chen, are you free recently?"

[small theater]

Luo Yi was very worried, and the small theater stopped performing