Silent Hearts

In fact, Lin Chao and Lu Rong hadn't spoken for a long time. The other party's sign language was not proficient, and he could almost draw the meaning clearly. He probably asked her if she would go to participate in community activities on weekends.

"You should go." Lin Chao replied in sign language.

Lu Rong thought for a while, then gestured and asked, "Is your brother going?"

Lin Chao blinked, and moved his fingertips lightly: "He may not be sure."

Lu Rong lowered his eyes, unable to see what he was thinking, Meimei stood at the door of the classroom blocking people, Lu Rong finally signed in language: "Then I'll go first."

Lin Chao "called" to stop him.

She "asked": "Don't you like my brother?"

There seemed to be a wrinkle between Lu Rong's eyebrows. He didn't use words like "like" or "hate", but shook his head slightly.

Grandma was still laughing, and Lu Rong took her hand: "We're going home, Meimei."

Chen Meihua nodded, and she waved vigorously at Lin Mu in the classroom: "Goodbye, sister!"

Lin Mu didn't know what expression to put on for a moment, Lu Rong glanced at him, and Lin Mu subconsciously smiled at him.

"My sister smiled at me!" Chen Meihua said happily, but she had always been indifferent to Lin Chao, and it was not easy for him to interact with Lin Chao because he couldn't hear her.

Lu Rong pursed his lower lip. From Lin Mu's perspective, he could only see the boy lower his head and say something to Meimei. Eye.

When Lin Chao came in, his face was a little unpredictable.

Lin Mu couldn't wait to ask her in sign language: "What are you talking about?"

Lin Chao thought about it, raised an eyebrow, and suddenly "said": "I'm going to the Chess Academy this weekend."

"?" Lin Mu didn't understand what kind of medicine she was selling in her gourd, "There are activities in the community this week."

Lin Chao squinted at his younger brother and smiled hypocritically.

There is really only a difference between zero and a hundred times for women's clothing.

Lin Mu couldn't help but feel his scalp tingle when he thought of Lin Chao's smile before, his sister even found an excuse, and told him very "righteously": "I told Lu Rong that I would go. "

"You said before that I shouldn't lie." Lin Mu gestured in sign language. Today he was wearing a black high-necked velvet dress, protesting being put on a wig.

Lin Chao added some shadows to his outline to make him look softer. He was surprised that his own brother's beard grew so slowly.

"So you have to explain and apologize to them." Lin Chao earnestly swiped her fingertips. She put on blush on Lin Mu and clenched her fists, "Come on, little liar."

Lin Mu: "..."

The community event this time is a large-scale bazaar. The East District Management Committee rented a flea market and asked the disabled in the surrounding area to set up stalls to sell some of the gadgets they usually make by hand.

Lu Rong and Chen Meihua went to set up a booth in the morning. They sold some hair accessories that little girls like, many of which are made by Meimei herself.

Lin Mu lingered at the entrance of the market for a long time, until he was caught by Teacher Xiao Ma.

His sign language finally improved a bit: "Why don't you come to set up a stall?"

Lin Mu gestured perfunctorily: "What am I showing?"

Teacher Xiao Ma thought for a while: "Set the chess board, teach everyone how to play chess."

Lin Mu was silent for a while, he thought to himself that it was a good thing Lin Chao didn't come, otherwise he would have to play bad chess with the old men on the street.

Many people who come to the market are ordinary and healthy people. The atmosphere of humanistic care in the East District has always been publicized. Everyone is equivalent to "donating" with good intentions, but it is not like there are no tricksters who take advantage of the chaos to bargain.

It was the fifth time that Lu Rong met the same drunk.

"That's it?" The other party hiccupped, squinted his eyes and picked up a little yellow duck hairpin made by Meimei nearby, "You want to sell it for 10 yuan?"

There are management patrols in the market, Lu Rong just needs to go out and call someone, but there is only Chen Meihua in the booth, it is not convenient for him to walk away, so he can only patiently say: "If you want to buy, you can go to other places to see look."

The drunk man yelled: "Who says I won't buy it?" He stretched out two fingers and waggled, "Can you sell it for 2 yuan?"

Meimei was so anxious that she was about to cry, she stretched out her hand to grab the card issuer: "Not for sale! Meimei won't sell it to you!"

The drunk stretched out his arms to prevent her from snatching her, and laughed viciously: "Oh, the silly old woman is unreasonable, do you understand that the customer is God? You dare to catch me..." He didn't finish speaking, Suddenly his hand was empty, and someone took the card from behind. Lin Mu was expressionless, pinching the little yellow duck in his hand, and the teacher Xiao Ma beside him stared wide-eyed, half dead with anger.

"Why are you in again?!" He took out the walkie-talkie and called the other administrators to come over, and one of them rushed forward to grab the drunk.

The latter was still cursing, and stretched out his hand to grab Lin Mu's wrist. Lin Mu dodged for a while, but he was still grabbed by the arm. Han was kicked from behind by Lu Rong and flew out.

Lu Rong grabbed Lin Mu's other arm and pulled him into his arms.

Teacher Xiao Ma suppressed the troublemaker, thanked him again and again, and several administrators also rushed over, and together they worked together to wring the drunk out.

Before Lin Mu could react, he looked up at Lu Rong's chin, who let go of his hand and looked at him calmly.

"..." Lin Mu felt a little guilty after being stared at, he gestured in sign language, "Thank you."

Lu Rong looked at him for a while, then lowered his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on the little yellow duck hairpin in his hand.

Lin Mu wanted to hand it back to him.

Lu Rong shook his head.

He moved his fingers: "For you." He laughed, "Meimei made this for you herself."

Lin Mu really didn't know what to do, so he could only set up a stall with Lu Rong and Chen Meihua. Meimei insisted on putting the little yellow duck on his head, but Lin Mu bit the bullet and let her do it.

So he issued a card with a little yellow duck on his head, and sat stiffly behind the booth, watching Lu Rong attracting customers, almost everyone who came over would pay attention to his head intentionally or unintentionally, and then suppressed a smile and bought it. Something from a stall or two.

Lin Mu also gave up on himself in the end, he was like a mascot, allowing Meimei to display her "talent" on him.

"Anyway, it's a wig." Lin Mu thought about it.

Chen Meihua braided two braids for him, tied her hair with small pink crystals, and babbled and sang, as if she loved her own child.

When it was completely dark, paper lanterns were hung on both sides of the booth.

After Lu Rong collected the money, he used it to keep the account book, and after finishing writing, he pushed it in front of Lin Mu: "Where's your brother?"

What Lin Mu thought in his mind was "to be frank, to be lenient and to resist to be strict" but when he saw Lu Rong's deer-like eyes, he seemed to have lost his mind, lowered his head and gestured hesitantly: "He's not free..."

Lu Rong's eyes didn't fluctuate, like snowflakes condensed on his body, but it melted again after a while. He wrote: "I thought he would come with you."

In fact, Lin Mu didn't really want to bring the topic to himself, so he could only do sign language indiscriminately: "You don't like him."

Lu Rong raised his eyebrows, and he wrote: "I don't dislike him."

Lin Mu held his breath nervously when he saw this sentence, and he "asked": "Then do you like him?" After a pause, he signed again, "My brother likes you very much."

Lu Rong didn't speak.

Lin Mu pretended to be calm, and continued to gesture: "My brother is very good."

Lu Rong: "..."

Lin Mu continued to brag brazenly, "You'll know when you're friends with him, my brother is very good to friends!"

Lu Rong pursed his lips again. With a smile in his eyes, he lowered his head and wrote on the paper: "I know."

Lin Mu blinked, and he saw Lu Rong slowly added a sentence underneath.

"But I'm different from him." Lu Rong stopped writing, he didn't seem to know how to continue writing, and crossed out this sentence lightly for a long time.

Lin Mu opened his mouth, Lu Rong suddenly raised his head, he looked at Lin Mu, slowly and awkwardly sign language.

"No one will always be nice to me and Meimei for no reason." He was sure that Lin Mu understood, so he put his hand down and put his fist on his knee. After a while, he raised it again and tapped on the crook of his arm.

Lu Rong "said": "He will be tired."

Lin Mufa stood there waiting for Lu Rong to close the stall, and Meimei put something on his head again and didn't pay attention, but when Lu Rong packed up and came back, he seemed to be amused by seeing him like this, and really smiled a little .

"Meimei, don't make trouble." Lu Rong is tall, and he almost looked down at Lin Mu's face, "My sister will not look good like this."

Chen Meihua seemed to feel very serious when she heard the word "not good-looking", so she obediently said "Oh", and stopped wearing anything to Lin Mu indiscriminately.

Lin Mu probably also felt embarrassed, and stretched out his hand to pull the jewelry on his head, but when he exerted force, the clip of the net bag in the wig pulled the real hair's scalp, causing him to "hiss" in pain.

Lu Rong held his hand.

"I'll come." He gestured.

Lin Mu then obediently stood still.

Lu Rong is obviously very good at dealing with "hair". His fingertips are like the soft wings of a chick. Even if the thing being stroked is a wig, Lin Mu can't help but slowly blush.

He removed the messy flowers on the top of his head, and loosened the tied braids. The boy's hands went around Lin Mu's nape, and gently draped the hair on his shoulders.

Lin Mu touched the only little yellow duck hairpin left.

Lu Rong didn't use sign language anymore, he looked at him, smiled and said, "It's very cute, it suits you very well."