Silent Hearts

The old lady lined up in the children's line, accompanied by Lu Rong and Lin Mu, who were both tall and handsome, and the children standing in front couldn't help but look back. Lin Mu could only Press the head of the little boy in front and turn back.

"Line up well," he said.

The little boy refused to be disciplined: "You can draw at your age, but grandma can't."

Lin Mu gave a "tsk" and said, "Why do you have so many opinions? Grandma is not called grandma, but Meimei. She is as old as you."

The little boy gasped. He looked at Chen Meihua's face, obviously not believing it.

In order for Chen Meihua to be able to draw, Lin Mu had greeted the person in charge of the painting room before, and the person in charge was quite understanding, so when it was Chen Meihua's turn to go in, the receptionist confirmed her name and let her go.

The little boy in front was even more shocked, Lin Mu continued to lie to him without any psychological burden: "See, Meimei is a child, you can't call her grandma, you know?"

The little boy nodded in confusion, opened his mouth, and cautiously called Chen Meihua "Meimei".

The three of them found a long table and sat down. Lin Mu went to the tool area to get a pile of sand, clay and various paints. He helped Chen Meihua roll up his sleeves. Grandma clapped her hands excitedly, and couldn't wait to put clay on the board.

Although it was something for children to play with, Lin Mu was also quite curious. He piled sand with him and played happily for a while before realizing that Lu Rong hadn't moved.

"Don't you try?" He picked out some paints and shook them, and handed them to Lu Rong, "This is easier than ordinary painting, just doodling."

Lu Rong pursed his lips. He was taller than Lin Mu. Sitting on the kid's stool at the moment, he looked a little cramped. His long legs were bent, and his knees were almost touching his chest.

He didn't accept the paint that Lin Mu handed over, but just said: "I don't know how."

Lin Mu: "I can't learn, let's play."

Lu Rong hesitated for a while, then shook his head and said, "I don't want to play, you can play."

Lin Mu pouted unconsciously. He was obviously frustrated by too many rejections, but it was rare to come out to play together. He didn't want to quarrel with Lu Rong over such a trivial matter.

Chen Meihua was very happy playing alone, but Lin Mu started to feel bored after being with him for a while. Lu Rong looked at him and suddenly asked, "Do you want some water?"

Lin Mu glanced at him: "Are you going to buy it?"

Lu Rong seemed to smile. He carried a bag on his shoulders. Lin Mu realized it was very heavy when he took it off. Like a Doraemon, the boy took out all kinds of drink bottles from the bag.

"I've prepared it for you." Lu Rong's voice was a little heavy, he lowered his head, and talked while flipping through the bag, "Water, milk tea, juice, carbonated drinks, what do you want to drink?"

Lin Mu licked his lips, and suddenly he became happy again, holding back a smile and saying, "What else did you bring?"

Lu Rong unscrewed the cap of the milk tea bottle and handed it to him. Without saying a word, he put the bag back on his back.

"Is it heavy?" Lin Mu asked.

Lu Rong shook his head and said, "It's not heavy."

Lin Mu still wanted to talk to him more, but the clay in Chen Meihua's hand seemed to fall to the ground, and the old lady burst into tears without warning.

Lin Mu couldn't drink milk tea anymore, so she was anxious to coax people first, but she couldn't coax her for a while, Chen Meihua cried loudly, and the children around couldn't help but look over.

Lu Rong subconsciously said "Sorry". He wanted to straighten Chen Meihua's shoulders to stop her from crying, but he didn't want grandma to wave her hand, and a plate of paint poured directly on Lin Mu's body.

Lin Mu: "..."

Lu Rong's expression finally changed. He grabbed Chen Meihua's wrist and shouted, "Be quiet!"

Chen Meihua hiccupped because of his fright, and looked at him with tears in her eyes.

Lu Rong took all the clay tools in her hand without saying a word, dragged Chen Meihua to stand up, and walked towards the door of the painting room. Lin Mu hurriedly explained the situation to the management who ran over, fearing that Lu Rong would go away , and chased out again.

The old lady was dragged away unhappy, probably knowing that she had caused trouble, and her crying became quieter. Lu Rong took her to the sink by the garden outside, turned on the faucet and pressed Chen Meihua to wash her hands.

Grandma cried again and struggled: "Hand hurts! It hurts to hold!"

Lu Rong kept a cold face and ignored her until Lin Mu stretched out his hand to hold the dragon's head.

"You scratched her." Lin Mu frowned, complaining, "Don't be so fierce, be gentle with Meimei."

Lu Rong turned his head with a "huh", the corners of his eyes were stained red from anger or grievance, and then he lowered his head as if to cover up, and stepped aside.

Chen Meihua was still crying, Lin Mu had to bend down to coax Chen Meihua to wash her hands first, he heard Lu Rong say: "Take off your clothes and wear mine."

Lin Mu laughed: "It's just a little paint, it's fine."

Lu Rong stared stubbornly at the patch of color on the collar of his sweater.

Lin Mu stretched his neck to show him: "Why don't you wipe it for me?"

Most of the paint was indeed spilled on the clothes, but some splashed on Lin Mu's neck. His complexion was very fair, and even one or two blue blood vessels could be seen clearly. Lu Rong wet the tissue paper, a little Wipe off the color on the opponent's skin in a little bit, and when he was close to the collarbone, Lin Mu couldn't help but grinned and muttered "itch".

"Where are you rubbing the little girl?" Lin Mu said helplessly, he squinted at people, the tails of his phoenix eyes were a little charming, "It's so light."

Lu Rong raised and lowered his eyelashes, and said, "You are younger than a little girl."

Lin Mu said jealously: "It sounds like you have rubbed off on many little girls."

It took Lu Rong a while to speak: "I only wiped it for you." After a pause, he added, "There is also Meimei."

Lin Mu laughed a little, and his neck trembled accordingly. Lu Rong stared at it for a while, then suddenly put his palm on his Adam's apple.

Lin Mu: "?"

Lu Rong: "You look beautiful here." His hand moved slowly, and then stopped on Lin Mu's collarbone, "It's also beautiful here."

Lin Mu coughed, his ears turned red, and asked him, "What else is there to see?"

Lu Rongyou smiled, and said in a low voice, "I haven't seen other places, so it's hard to say."

Lin Mu: "..."

Chen Meihua finally washed her hands obediently and stopped crying. She got sick and made a lot of trouble. After the end, she was like a wilted grass, sitting in a daze on the rest bench in the library.

Lin Mu seemed to be finally relieved, but Lu Rong took out a bento from his bag and prepared to feed him as if he was very used to it.

"Shall I buy a painting set for Meimei?" Lin Mu suggested while watching grandma eating, "She seems to like it."

Lu Rong paused for a while, then shook his head and refused, "No, she doesn't have the stamina, so she bought it for nothing."

Lin Mu didn't give up: "Buy a set, maybe she can keep painting?"

Lu Rong still wanted to take a bite of rice, but Chen Meihua kept her mouth shut and refused to eat. He could only put down the bento box, looked at Lin Mu seriously and said, "My grandma is a patient with Alzheimer's disease. She is a patient, not a healthy person. I know you're not prejudiced, but she's different from Lin Chao, from us, from everyone else."

Lu Rong took a breath, and asked, "Can you understand Lin Mu?"

"I have taken care of her for six years since I was ten years old. Every day when she opens her eyes, she will cry and fuss, forget about me, and walk out of the house but don't know how to come back. I am 365 days a year, half of the time may be I'm looking for her, from the police station, from the neighborhood committee, and from strangers to bring her home." Lu Rong was silent for a while, then he suddenly said, "You just asked me to draw and play, I know you mean well , want to make me happy, and I want to satisfy you, but I can't."

"I can't have my own time, my own affairs, and my own preferences." Lu Rong said, "Because I know that I can't afford these."

Lin Mu opened his mouth, he was a little at a loss, and stammered: "I, I didn't want to quarrel with you, I..."

"Listen to me." Lu Rong interrupted. He seemed to be thinking about what to say, and then said slowly, "Just like what happened just now, as long as you are with me, it will always happen."

Lin Mu said anxiously: "I'm not afraid, don't..."

"You don't want to break up with me." Lu Rong's voice was a little loud, and even his voice could be a little hoarse.

Lin Mu was taken aback, and it was too late to cover his mouth. People around him looked over curiously, so Lin Mu simply covered his face to prevent others from looking at him.

Lu Rong only showed a pair of eyes, and his eyes were like ripples in the lake, swaying on Lin Mu's heart.

He said: "I can't afford anything, but I still want you, so sometimes, don't be angry with me because of Meimei, and don't break up with me."

Lu Rong lowered his eyelashes, cautiously, like a deer: "Lin Mu, you should know that I will use all my likes to like you."

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continue tomorrow

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