Stealing the moonlight into my arms

There was a low feeling of depression in the Fu family.

In the evening, when Xiao Jingting came back, he saw Fu Runing hitting the amulet with a hammer.

As she hammered away, she cursed softly, "Aren't they saying the amulets from Wanfo Temple are very effective? Why aren't yours working at all? So many people go there and get answers, but why aren't they working for us? Are you discriminating against us?"

No one knew what material the amulet was made of, but it didn't deform at all despite her repeated hammering.

"Is it because Xiao Jingting is not pious that it doesn't work?"

"I should have asked for it myself!"

"But my father doesn't believe that. He says he's a materialist."

"Ah, bah, bah, bah, he can say that people will turn into stone after death, what else can't he say?"

This was the scene Xiao Jingting saw when he walked into the kitchen.

Fu Runing was sitting alone in the kitchen, squatting on the floor with a hammer in her hand and a peace amulet on the floor.

Duoduo was squatting beside her, leaning against her for no apparent reason, and not wagging its tail happily like usual.

Not to mention humans, even a dog at home can clearly sense the current sadness.

When the man and the dog saw Xiao Jingting coming, they just raised their heads and looked at him twice, then looked away and continued doing what they were doing.

Xiao Jingting saw another pile of apple peels in the trash can, and then looked at the marble panel behind him and saw a few apples on it.

She first took out her anger on the apple, and now she is taking it out on the amulet.

Xiao Jingting picked up the fruit knife beside him, picked up an apple, and sat down next to her.

His slender fingers pushed the blade and he quickly peeled a whole apple.

He cut the apple into small pieces and handed one to her.

Only then did Fu Runing put down the hammer in his hand and took his apple slice.

But she didn't want to eat it, so she gave the apple to Duoduo.

Duoduo swallowed the apple slices in one gulp, and the sound of her teeth chewing became the only movement in the silent space.

Xiao Jingting cut another piece of apple and handed it to Fu Runing.

She gave it to Duoduo again.

This action was repeated until all the apples were used up, and then the two stopped.

Xiao Jingting looked at her profile and asked calmly, "Do you want more?"

Fu Runing didn't say anything, but Duoduo started wagging her tail wildly.

Obviously it is.

Fu Runing patted the dog's head and said angrily, "Still eating? Don't you know your weight? You've become fat as a ball. If you eat more, will you still be able to wear those little skirts?"

Duoduo listened to Fu Runing's lecture, and her ears folded back into airplane ears.

Xiao Jingting folded the fruit knife and put it back in its place.

"The advantage of conservative treatment is that it might not be as painful," he said.

The treatment plans given to them by doctors can no longer be considered conservative treatments. They are more like hospice care, mainly aimed at reducing pain.

Fu Runing has been avoiding facing this consequence over the years, but the fact is that these things are here and will come sooner or later.

She had always hoped that her father would be the lucky one, but now her hope was shattered.

She said irritably, "Dad's mental state seems fine now. Before the follow-up examination, he often picked up and dropped off Xu Luo from school. He clearly didn't look like a patient at all. Is it okay if we don't have a checkup?"

Xiao Jingting didn't know how to comfort her. He just sighed silently in his heart. He also lowered his eyelids and felt heavy in his heart.

The man said calmly, "I don't want him to leave either."

Fu Runing certainly knew this; she had heard it from Xiaoting.

When he first came to their house, he had the best relationship with his father.

Fu Zheng was a taciturn person and he could only talk a few words to anyone in a day. He only talked to Fu Zhangnan.

Later, as time went on, he started talking more with other family members.

The two sat side by side, seemingly having nothing to say to each other.

They could only let the silent silence swallow them both.

Fu Runing suddenly became curious about Xiao Jingting's past. She suddenly asked, "Among the people who adopted you before, was there anyone like my father?"

After saying this, she felt that it was inappropriate and added, "If you feel offended, you don't have to say it. I don't mean anything else, I just asked casually."

When mentioning his past, Xiao Jingting's expression darkened for a moment.

He really didn't want to mention it.

But hearing Fu Runing's lonely tone, he was willing to recall what happened even earlier.

"I had a foster father who was quite kind to me, but he was mildly mentally retarded. He knew a few simple words and could work, so he had no problems with work and life. At that time, I lived with him on the construction site, and the few words I knew were taught to me by my fellow workers."

Fu Runing knew that he had had bad experiences in the past, including adoptive parents who wanted to drown him to defraud insurance and those who refused to register him.

My father mentioned that when he first met him in that small town, he checked his household registration information and found that all his family members had passed away.

He is an orphan.

Fu Runing asked tentatively, "Did your adoptive father die later?"

She felt a little offended by the question, but she had asked it anyway, and he was willing to ask it on his own initiative.

Xiao Jingting's eyes dimmed.

"Yes, we met in a hurry, and we didn't spend much time together. He caught me stealing food at the construction site, and he adopted me. Later, he died in an accident on the construction site, and our fate ended there."

Fu Runing didn't expect that he would openly talk about his past. In her impression, Xiao Jingting's self-esteem would not allow him to say it.

She looked at the man's face and asked, "Were you sad at that time?"

Xiao Jingting neither nodded nor shook his head, but just recalled what happened at that time.

"He caught me off guard and taught me the lesson of separation. When he passed away, I didn't even know what sadness was. It was like I suddenly didn't know what to do. Should I go back to the simple dormitory on the construction site to sleep, or what? My mind was blank at that time."

"His funeral was also very simple, with a very simple process: cremation and cancellation of the household registration. There was no such person in the world anymore, and all traces of him disappeared completely."

Speaking of this, Xiao Jingting's eyes revealed deep regret.

"It's just a pity that I didn't shed a single tear for him at that time. I wonder if he would blame me over there."

It rained on the day my adoptive father died, and the ground was wet.

Xiao Jingting also forgot exactly how old he was that year. His past was filled with numbness and darkness, accompanied by dampness and mud.

There were many times when he felt as if he didn't have the same emotions as ordinary people.

Otherwise, why didn’t you cry that day?

Fu Runing listened to him in a daze. She wanted to say that the reason he didn't cry or feel sad at that time was perhaps because he had a poor sense of emotion and was dull and numb.

During his years of wandering, he did not have a good environment for him to feel the meaning of love.

If it cannot be perceived, then there will be no feedback.

Fu Runing asked slowly, "How many years has he been dead?"

"It could be seventeen years, it could be sixteen years."

He didn't seem to remember that past very clearly.

Fu Runing asked again: "What was the weather like when he died?"

"The accident occurred when the scaffolding at the construction site collapsed on a rainy day."

Fu Runing looked up at him and said, "You said you never shed a tear for him, but you've remembered him for so many years. How could he blame you?"

Xiao Jingting lowered his eyelids, and a faint light flickered in his eyes.

After a moment, he sighed as if relieved.

Xiao Jingting picked up the amulet on the ground and rubbed it in his hand. He murmured, "People who are good to me always seem to have bad endings."

Is it that he just doesn't deserve it?

Fu Runing took the amulet from his hand and said awkwardly, "It's just feudal superstition. Don't let your imagination run wild."

After a long time, Xiao Jingting responded, "Yeah."

He stood up and extended his hand to Fu Runing.

"The ground is cold, get up."

Fu Runing looked at the hand that was handed to her, then held his hand and stood up.

Xiao Jingting said in a light voice, "Call me if you have anything. I will come often in the future."

Under normal circumstances, Fu Runing would definitely retort him, but this time she said nothing.

In addition to being her ex-husband, Xiao Jingting is also her family.

It's always good to have one more person when something happens.

……

That night, Fu Runing did not drive Xiao Jingting away for the first time.

She pushed open the door of the next room, found a clean set of clothes, and made the bed.

Xiaoliu likes making the bed the most. His little body jumps back and forth on the sheets, from one end to the other, without stopping.

Xiao Jingting put the pillow core into the pillowcase and spread out the bed sheet. He was in this room, and memories came to him like a tide.

This was the room he lived in when he was still called Fu Zheng.

Fu Runing finally folded the thin blanket and placed it on his bed. "You have no choice but to live here. This room is cleaned regularly, so I won't let you down. I'll get your clothes later."

"Okay." Xiao Jingting accepted it calmly without saying a word.

How could he feel wronged?

It's clearly what I want.

This was the first night that Xiao Jingting stayed at the Fu family using his own identity after his divorce.

Some clothes were added to the originally empty wardrobe, which Fu Runing brought from her own room.

Xiao Jingting's fingers brushed across the soft quilt on the bed, as if her body temperature still remained on it.

After taking a shower, he turned off the lights in the room, but did not go to bed immediately. Instead, he stood quietly in front of the wall, listening to the movements in the next room.

Fu Runing is usually very strong, but she is very timid when it comes to Fu Zhangnan's illness.

Sure enough, in the dead of night, he still heard her crying.

Xiao Jingting wanted to walk out of the room several times, but he held back several times.

Everyone needs to be alone and to vent their emotions.

I don’t know how long it took, but her crying gradually became softer.

Xiao Jingting walked out of his room.

……

Fu Runing buried her head in the quilt. Finally, she felt suffocated and came out to breathe.

Her phone vibrated twice. She picked it up and took a look. It was a message from Xiao Jingting.

He sent a photo of her doorway.

There was a tray on the ground with an exquisite dessert bowl on it.

Two words were added: "Open the door"

Fu Runing took a deep breath, wiped the tears from her face, adjusted her mood, and went to open the door.

She originally thought that Xiao Jingting would be standing outside the door, but when she opened the door, the corridor outside was empty.

There was only a tray lying quietly on the ground.

Fu Runing brought in the plate and closed the door casually.

There were two dessert bowls on the tray. She opened them one by one. One bowl contained a bowl of Tremella and Pear Soup, and the other bowl contained an apple cut into the shape of a rabbit.

She replied to Xiao Jingting: "Thank you"

The message from the other side came back almost instantly——

"Cry for a while and then stop, or your eyes will be swollen tomorrow."

Fu Runing's nose was still sour, she replied: "What do you care?"

Xiao Jingting: "I can hear it"

Looking at this message, Fu Runing was stunned.

She remembered what Xiaoting had said at that time.

Xiaoting said that he used to have the habit of eavesdropping on her, and he knew how long she would stay awake crying while hiding in bed reading novels.

She thought that she could only hear these words from Xiao Ting in this life. After all, this was something that was difficult for Xiao Jingting, who had a strong sense of self-esteem, to say.

But I didn't expect that he would say this today.

He said he could hear it.

And he was listening.

Fu Runing took a slice of apple and put it in her mouth. It was sweet. Unlike last time, when she peeled many apples and each one tasted bitter.

She walked to the wall and knocked on it twice.

The sound was particularly clear in the quiet night.

The next moment, the person on the other side of the wall also knocked twice. The sound came through the wall, which was considered a response to her.

Fu Runing knocked three more times.

The other side also responded to her three times.

The two of them seemed to be communicating with each other in secret as they were having a boring conversation across the wall in the night.

Isn't it just boring?

With a mobile phone, you can make calls and send messages, or you can open the door and walk out to communicate face to face.

But they didn't.

In their respective spaces, they do not affect each other, yet accompany each other.

Just like her relationship with Xiao Jingting at this moment.

They do not affect each other, yet they are entangled.

It would be better for everyone if we didn't expose that relationship.

Fu Runing leaned her head against the wall, and her heart seemed to gradually calm down.

The person on the other side didn't hear from her for a long time, so he knocked on the wall again, as if asking what she was doing.

Fu Runing picked up her phone and replied: "Stop knocking, I'm asleep."

Xiao Jingting looked at the message but didn't expose her words.

If she was lying in bed, how could she hear the noise here?

Xiao Jingting sent her a message intermittently: "Did you add too much sugar to the snow pear soup?"

Fu Runing: "Not bad"

"Do you want anything else to eat?"

"I don't want to think about it anymore, I need to brush my teeth."

Xiao Jingting: "Okay, let's sleep."

Fu Runing didn't reply to the message, and it was unknown whether she was really asleep or not.

But this night is destined to be sleepless.