Silent Hearts

Of course, Chen Meihua couldn't figure it out, and Lu Rong didn't expect it. He knew that he couldn't have a healthy, perfect or correct emotional concept, especially since Chen Meihua fell ill, it was difficult for Lu Rong to live well with himself and the world. A relatively peaceful day.

He had met those people who said they liked him. After a long time, liking became a shallow burden.

But why is Chen Meihua not another kind of burden?

Lu Rong loves his grandma, but also hates her, sympathy, shame and hatred are all mixed in his few remaining feelings.

It was so heavy that he didn't dare to bend his back.

When he was in the most difficult time, he didn't want to walk the rest of the way on his knees. He finally carried Chen Meihua on his back for so long, so far, and he couldn't give up halfway.

And for the rest of the way, Lin Mu seemed to be walking through the light at the other end of the road.

He is a paradise suddenly enlightened, another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright.

Lu Rong couldn't use better words to describe him, everything seemed too superficial, boring and boring, just like himself.

In the early morning, the birds were singing loudly, and Lu Rong never had the habit of sleeping in. He woke up very early, subconsciously looking through the chat records with Lin Mu last night.

After watching for a while, he went downstairs to prepare breakfast. Chen Meihua was still sleeping, so Lu Rong didn't wake her up and went to the kitchen by himself.

When the egg rolls are finished, grandma wakes up. There is no reason to follow when Alzheimer's disease occurs. Chen Meihua may be a cute little girl one second, and hysterical the next second. It is completely unreasonable and unrecognizable old lady.

Lu Rong was thrown clothes on his face for the fifth time, and the wooden buttons hurt his forehead. Lu Rong held his forehead and said helplessly, "If Meimei doesn't dress well, she won't be able to draw. .”

Chen Meihua's hair was disheveled, she was very upset: "I don't want to go to paint anymore!"

Lu Rong looked at her and said sternly, "You have an appointment with your sister."

Chen Meihua held back her troubled tears when she heard the word "sister". After thinking for a while, she seemed to feel that the temptation to go out with Lin Mu was greater, so she said softly, "Meimei wants to wear clothes..."

Lu Rong breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the edge of the bed and dressed grandma, then braided her hair, washed her face, coaxed Chen Meihua to brush her teeth, and finally finished her breakfast with half-persuasion and half-threats.

On the other hand, Lin Chao knew that Lin Mu was going out today, and seeing him matching clothes and hairstyles early in the morning, his expression was a bit meaningful.

The siblings gestured to each other in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

[A date? ] Lin Chao asked.

Lin Mu is trying on shoes. Although it's almost May, it's not hot enough to wear short sleeves. He picked out a pair of Martin boots, tied the laces and looked left and right: [Go to the library with Meimei Lu Rong. 】

Lin Chao moved his fingers at him: 【You are instigating people to escape from the Mutual Aid Association. 】

Lin Mu didn't care too much: [It's just one time, let alone how many times you have escaped. 】

Lin Chao rolled his eyes, she did escape a lot, but those few times Lin Mu pretended to be her, and she just didn't escape on the surface.

As for the matter of Lin Mu deceiving people's feelings, Lin Chao doesn't expect him to tell the truth. Lu Rong doesn't seem to be too entangled. As for why he isn't entangled... Lin Chao glanced at the foolish Lin Mu, and sighed silently. Take a breath.

When it was time to go out, Lin Mu didn't forget to tell Lin Chao to go to the mutual aid meeting, what he meant was to feel the warmth of human nature.

Lin Chao has become numb to those who are warm and not warm, and urges him to go out: [Go away. 】

The second library is in the Xiangcheng District. It has just been newly built. There is a special children's library. Recently, children's painting activities are being held. What innovative art, use sand, hands, and clay in various ways, anyway, no pens are used. paint.

Chen Meihua had always wanted to go before, but it was impossible for the Mutual Aid Association to organize similar activities for her alone, so this time Lin Mu was also considered to love the house and the black, and he did what he liked, and finally found a chance to make an appointment with the grandparent and grandson alone.

Lin Mu was queuing up when Lu Rong arrived.

He stood alone in a group of loli girls whose average age was only about six to ten years old. The little boy in front looked back at him with a serious expression on his frown.

"How old are you?" The other party was a little dissatisfied, "You can't play if you are older than your age."

Lin Mu raised his eyebrows, and said recklessly, "Who said that? Is the age written in the brochure? I'm also a teenager, so you don't care."

The little boy crossed his arms like an adult, and tried to confront him with his head up: "There are so many children, you are the oldest, there must be something wrong!"

"..." Lin Mu thought to himself that the older you are, the older you are. Why are you old? Children really can't speak now.

The little loli who was standing behind Lin Mu poked her head out, and she was quite reasonable: "My brother is a high school student, so you can queue up to participate, so don't be unreasonable."

Lin Mu nodded, and repeated like Little Lolita: "Don't be unreasonable!"

Little boy: "..."

The children in front moved forward, and the line was like a row of small ants. Lin Mu was tall and had long legs, and the height of the two rows in front and back only reached his waist. He didn't feel ashamed, and lined up in the line openly. He also quarreled with parents who wanted to jump in line, and took the little boy in front to secure his position.

The little boy didn't have any objections to him in the back, and he was still chatting with him. The little loli behind Lin Mu was also like a little bird. Lin Mu was a little too busy, and when he looked up, he saw Lu Rong pulling Chen Meihua hand standing not far away.

"Sister!" Chen Meihua laughed until she saw him. She shook off Lu Rong and ran towards Lin Mu. The latter subconsciously opened his arms and hugged the old man into his arms.

Lin Mu looked down at the butterfly hairpin on Chen Meihua's head, and smiled: "Meimei is so beautifully dressed today."

Chen Meihua was very proud, and tilted her head to show him the hairstyle: "Fawn's braids."

She called Lu Rong's name very casually. When she didn't remember his identity, she called him Xiaolu, and when she remembered, she called him Rong Rong, and occasionally made a mistake and called him "Zheng Nian".

It took Lin Mu some time to find out this pattern, and he understood that Chen Meihua probably didn't regard Lu Rong as her grandson at the moment.

He subconsciously looked up at Lu Rong. The boy's face was expressionless, and there was a red mark on his forehead, which was a little eye-catching.

Lin Mu frowned, and when he stretched out his hand to touch it, Lu Rong dodged for a while.

"What's going on?" Lin Mu's hand was still raised.

Lu Rong didn't hide anymore, and lowered his head slightly to let the other party touch him.

Lin Mu felt a little swollen.

"It was smashed down in the morning." Lu Rong's tone was calm, he waited for a while, and then said lightly, "Don't touch it."

Lin Mu didn't seem to hear, he was held by the fingertips, Lu Rong raised his eyes, his long eyelashes covered half of his pupils, he smiled lightly, and sighed: "Don't touch it, it hurts."

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