Chapter 2390 the boy who has not changed his voice
"Do you want to watch it now?"
Fu Xiluo's voice was different from anything he had heard before, as hoarse and soft as smoke.
It's as if... it has been scratched by something rough, and there is still an illusion in the voice, a tolerance for the pain that has disappeared; it also seems that because of extreme fatigue, it has become indifferent and indifferent to the world, and even the voice has no sound.
It's like a worldly thing.
Lin Sanjiu was surrounded by mist-like sounds. He couldn't see anyone and didn't feel strange at all.
"Yes... I want to see it." She responded, "Can you show it to me?"
She didn't answer through the sounds of her lips and teeth, Lin Sanjiu realized.
Fu Xiluo's question aroused the pure curiosity and desire deep in her heart; reason, thinking, logic...all disappeared. She wanted to see, so she answered truthfully - even if she was thinking rationally at the moment
The tide had gone out long ago, and she actually couldn't remember what she wanted to see.
Looking for problems like Badou De is as far away as a dream I had a few years ago.
"...Well," Fu Xiluo said in a low voice, "Isn't it a little early?"
What does "morning" mean?
It's strange that although the communication between the two is still in the form of "voice", she seems to be able to perceive more directly and clearly all the subtle or majestic emotions that exist outside Fuxiluo's language.
The content and logic expressed literally are no longer important. What is important is the waves beyond the words, like the sea.
"It doesn't matter, it's me," Lin Sanjiu comforted him softly, "Are you scared?"
Fu Xiluo said "hmm", her nasal voice suddenly became a little thick.
He didn't say anything, but Lin Sanjiu could feel him as well as her own mood and state.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, right?" Lin Sanjiu unknowingly used a tone as if dealing with a child, and said, "I will protect you. I will give you whatever you want if I can."
."
If heard by outsiders, her words would have been very ridiculous; but she felt that this was the answer she should give to Fusillo's mood at the moment.
It seemed like a long time had passed before Fu Xiluo slowly sighed.
"...Okay," he whispered, as if he was filled with hope and fear, and his voice was almost trembling. "Then, I'll show you."
It wasn't until this moment that Lin Sanjiu suddenly realized that she didn't know where she was.
There was no "environment" around her, there was no earth or sky above her feet - only at the same time Fusiro finally nodded, the nothingness surrounding her suddenly ebbed, with countless colors and smells.
, sounds and touches surged forward like a flood; a strange space quickly formed, engulfing her in the blink of an eye, wrapping her into another layer of reality.
"...Fu Xilao?"
no respond.
Lin Sanjiu blinked blankly, but did not feel her eyes.
Next to her was a desk, neatly filled with various pen and paper textbooks, reference books, and musical notations... She stretched out her hand, wanting to touch the things on the table, but no hand appeared in her field of vision.
inside.
Lowering her head, she saw only a pale wooden floor.
She was no stranger to the current feeling.
Back in Ah Quan's copy, when she was experiencing Wu Yiliu's memoirs, she also temporarily "lost" her body. But the difference was that at that time, she seemed to be possessed by Wu Yiliu, floating on him, following him, and meeting him.
As you can see; now she is a scattered soul, standing alone in a strange room.
The desk is next to the window, and outside is a backyard covered with grass; in the corner of the room is a single bed, with sheets and quilts spread tightly.
There are no posters of sports teams, stars or superheroes on the wall, just empty, clean white walls. A cello box leans in the corner, and two small trophies are placed on the bookcase. Traces of life can be seen everywhere: T-shirts taken off
The shirt was thrown carelessly on the bed without a trace of wrinkles; a suit of student uniform, neatly ironed, hung on the closet door handle.
The books in the room were all quite unfamiliar to her, and seemed to contain the contents of another human world. She wanted to take out a book and take a closer look, but her hand went straight through the bookshelf.
Like a real ghost.
Lin Sanjiu looked around for a few minutes, but could not tell how old the owner of the room was - this was a student's room, but not a child's.
"Fu Xilao?" she asked in a low voice, "Is this your home?"
Still no reply, it seems like he has disappeared.
The door to the room was closed; but since her hands could pass through the bookshelf, her body should be able to pass through the door, right?
Lin Sanjiu thought for a while and walked to the door of the room, ready to give it a try. But what she didn't expect was that she had just raised her "foot" and before she could reach the door, the door was slammed hard.
Pushed open - she jumped back hurriedly out of fighting instinct, and then she remembered that the door couldn't hit her.
"Go and change out of your uniform," a middle-aged woman with beautifully styled and fluffy hair stood at the door with a sullen face, staring at the other side of the door. She was tall, with a straight back, and every word was typed like nails.
In the air: "Wait at the gate within five minutes!"
Lin Sanjiu stared blankly at the woman at the door. Following the sound of footsteps behind the wall outside the door, she turned her eyes and saw the person who had just walked out.
She had already expected it, but she still couldn't help but take a gentle breath.
...It's Fu Xiluo, who is still young.
How old are you now? Maybe eleven or twelve?
Lin Sanjiu was a little confused - at this time, Fu Xiluo was not as tall as the middle-aged woman's chest.
The hair that had been neatly and neatly taken care of seemed to have been messed up by himself. The soft and curled hair was scattered on his forehead, half covering his eyebrows. On the face of the young man with thin and delicate outlines, he could be vaguely seen.
His appearance as an adult.
It's just that Lin Sanjiu never thought that the face that belonged to Fu Xiluo would have such an expression - he pressed his lips tightly into a line, and his eyes were so bright in the lake-like water.
Shocking; the skin under his eyes was trembling slightly, as if he was desperately resisting the urge to cry.
"...I don't want to go." His voice was clear and young, and he had not yet reached the stage of voice change.
The middle-aged woman was about to get angry, so she lowered her head and glanced at him; as if she realized that Fu Xilao was holding back tears on the edge of tears, her eyebrows and eyes, which were vaguely similar to Fu Xiro's, softened slightly.
"You have no room not to go," she reminded again, "Five minutes, don't make your dad even more angry."
Fusiro, who seemed to be somewhere between a child and a teenager, had a straight face. He suddenly pulled off his student uniform jacket, raised his hand and threw it forcefully onto the floor of the room.
"I'm done changing," he said firmly, tugging at his shirt.
The middle-aged woman's face was frozen, as if every inch of her skin was being pressed tightly by something cold.
"It's only ten degrees today," she reminded. "And don't expect me to iron your uniform."
"I'm not cold," Fusiro refused to look at her mother. "The uniform is none of your business."
The middle-aged woman seemed to have failed to hold back her anger, and finally pushed his shoulder and shouted: "Then leave right away. Don't cry with me when it's cold!"
When the mother and son left the room, Lin Sanjiu immediately followed her - this should be Fu Xilao's memory, and the people in the memory would not be aware of her existence.
She followed the mother and son down the stairs, and just when the middle-aged woman opened the entrance door, Lin Sanjiu couldn't help but reach out and gently touched the young Fu Xiluo's shoulder.
"I didn't want to go because I instinctively felt something was wrong."
Lin Sanjiu was suddenly startled, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether what she heard was Fu Xilao's voice as an adult or as a teenager.
"If you want to punish me for playing truant, why don't you teach me a lesson at home instead of taking me out?" Fushiro murmured, "Of course, I never thought they would beat or scold me...because my mother didn't believe it.
Violence can educate the ideal offspring and will stop my father when he occasionally gets angry. Now that I think about it, they are just ordinary people with flaws and limitations... But she has a child who is too sensitive and has an unusual ending.
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Great, it's finally Saturday, and I can rest until 12 o'clock on Sunday night (I'm the one who's so upset if I don't see the Yellow River)! Why are you going there on the weekend? I want to see Barbie.
