Beautiful brother who often invites you to dinner

In the evening, Li Ciyan stuffed the last piece of clothing into the suitcase, squatted on the ground and let out a sigh of relief.

Finally, it's time to leave here.

When clapping his hands and standing up, there was a knock on the door of the room.I thought it was Yuan Lili, only she would occasionally come to the room to look for him.Helplessness flashed across his face, and every time he dealt with that female man, he had to be very energetic.

Open the door: "Sister Lily..."

The voice stopped abruptly, and Lu Xianhao was standing at the door.

"Brother Lu, is there something going on so late?" He was a little surprised. During the nearly a week here, he had little contact with Lu Xianhao. He only ate the meals he cooked, and he knew that he was a gourmet who was good at cooking.

Lu Xianhao shook the book in his hand: "I heard that you're leaving tomorrow and don't have time to prepare gifts. Let me give you a cookbook. If you're not used to eating abroad, you can learn how to cook by yourself."

Li Ciyan didn't expect him to be so considerate, it would be inappropriate for someone to stand at the door, and while taking the book with both hands, he turned sideways to let him in, and said calmly, "Thank you, Brother Lu."

Lu Xianhao scanned the room for a week after entering the room, and found that the room was very clean, and there was only a huge royal blue suitcase lying beside the bed.

Li Ciyan casually flipped through a few pages of the book, and paused with both hands when he saw the cover.

This book is the Chongqing chapter of the "Gourmet Road Map" series.

He casually sat on the bed, crossed one leg, and flipped through the book: "It just so happens that I like spicy food, Brother Lu knows me very well."

Lu Xianhao walked to the window sill and looked at the yard downstairs. This position happened to be able to see the lemon tree and the dog house next to the lemon tree.

"It's not that I understand you, but Chen Shiyi understands you."

Li Ciyan froze for a moment. He put the book aside and looked at Lu Xianhao by the window: "I don't understand what you are talking about, and I don't want to hear that person's name."

Lu Xianhao turned around, leaned against the window sill, and said calmly: "Chen Shiyi bought this book."

"Oh? What does it have to do with me?" Li Ciyan's expression changed slightly, showing hostility.

"But he doesn't like spicy food."

"He took it casually. Also, Brother Lu, you came here to tell me what Chen Shiyi likes? Sorry, I'm not interested in the murderer who killed my aunt's family."

Lu Xianhao stared at him for a long time, the young man had a clean face, the corners of his mouth were naturally upturned, even though his face was expressionless, he looked smiling, his well-behaved and introverted temperament easily won the favor of others, but at this moment, facing He just felt sorry for this emotionless face.

He sighed and said, "Have you known Chen Shiyi for a long time? I guess, every time you are abused by Yao Youmin, he is the only one who can help you."

Li Ciyan's eyes moved, and he stared at Lu Xianhao with disgust: "What do you know?"

"Your aunt, Li Xiuying, doesn't know how to make sweet bean curd at all, because Yao Youmin has diabetes. I have observed Yao's kitchen, and they don't even have a sugar bowl, so at dinner, everyone thinks that you see sweet bean curd. , I remembered the days I lived with Li Xiuying, but it wasn't actually..." He paused for a few seconds and said, "It's Chen Shiyi, he's the only one who will make sweet bean curd for you, so you cried at that time."

Li Ciyan didn't move, but quietly clenched the hand by his side.

"When I saw the photos in Yao Youmin's bedroom, I always felt that something was missing. Later, when I thought about it, I found that you were not seen in any of the more than 30 photos. As a family that has lived for six years, only you are excluded. Outside, this is obviously unreasonable, and the certificates on the wall outside are only Yao Can's. Li Ciyan, there are too few traces of your life in Yao's house. You are not so much a member of the family as a bystander. "

"do not talk……"

Li Ciyan spoke, his voice restrained, his whole body began to tremble, it seemed that even his bones were trembling.

Lu Xianhao put his hands on the windowsill behind him, raised his chin slightly, and said, "Actually, in your heart, you hate Yao Youmin to the core."

Li Ciyan sat on the bed, bent his knees, and hugged himself for a while before the trembling stopped.

"Li Ciyan, where are you at eleven o'clock in the evening on October [-]st?"

"Me..." Li Ciyan blinked ignorantly, as if he couldn't remember something, and finally, he seemed to give up resistance, and said softly, "I'm on trial..."

The wind suddenly picked up outside the window, and the leaves were shaken to make a "rustling" sound.Lu Xianhao quietly looked at the boy sitting on the bed, without any surprise.

"If I let go of these devils before going abroad, I will never be happy for the rest of my life." He said very calmly, standing up and unbuttoning his long-sleeved shirt one by one, "You're half right, I hate Yao Youmin , but also hated Lee Sooyoung, that silent accomplice...heh, but they're all dead now. Do you know? When I was 12 years old and got bruised for the first time, I asked her for help, she was my only relative after all , the only person I can rely on, but she gently helped me deal with the wound while telling me not to tell others and to keep my uncle’s secret. At that time, I felt more scared than sad and helpless.”

With his clothes off, Li Ciyan straightened his chest and looked at Lu Xianhao brightly: "Look, Yao Youmin said, these are his marks, and they will be with me for the rest of my life."

There was no complete piece of skin on the thin body of the young man, old and new welts alternated, some places were bruised and purple, and on the left chest, there were even traces of fire, and the skin melted together.

Lu Xianhao glanced over every scar on him, lowered his head to adjust his mood.He couldn't empathize with the six years of abuse, but when he thought of the young Li Ciyan facing Yao Youmin alone in the basement, he felt short of breath.

"Actually, you can call the police..."

As soon as he said this, he felt regretful, and he seemed very emboldened.

"Call the police?" Li Ciyan laughed mockingly, put on his shirt again, and buttoned it to the last button, "I didn't dare to do it a few years ago, but when I got the courage, I thought it was too cheap for them."

"So, are you sacrificing Chen Shiyi for revenge?"

Hearing this name, Li Ciyan seemed to be in conflict all over his body. He said coldly, "It was his own will. I didn't force him or beg him."

Lu Xianhao said: "He must love you very much."

Li Ciyan was silent, and said after a long while: "He is too stupid, I just treat him better, he regards me as the only relative."

Then, he looked at Lu Xianhao with icy eyes, and said provocatively: "Knowing so much, what are you going to do to me? Arrest me?"

Lu Xianhao asked the last question: "In the basement, did you kill anyone?"

Li Ciyan turned his head away, remained silent for a while, did not answer directly, and said, "I am on the plane at five o'clock tomorrow evening, if evidence can be found before then, arrest me."

He actually wanted to kill Yao Can.In front of Yao Youmin and Li Xiuying that night, he had already moved the millstone, and he wanted to see the despairing eyes of these two people.But the moment he let go, someone held the millstone and said to him, "Your hands must not be stained with blood."

Thinking of this, his eyes dimmed.

Lu Xianhao said solemnly: "Even if the law lets you go, you won't let yourself go, Li Ciyan, I wish you good luck."

After going out, Xiao Wang waited for him with his back leaning against the wall of the door, with an earphone hanging on his left ear.

Seeing him, Lu Xianhao heaved a sigh of relief, as if he had room to breathe again.The oppression and darkness that Li Ciyan felt, all disappeared in front of the bright and pure young man.

He closed the door, lifted the back hem of his coat, took a round button-shaped object from his waist and handed it to him, saying, "Officer Xiao, you can decide the rest yourself."

Xiao Wang looked at the bug in his palm, then clenched it tightly.

He looked at Lu Xianhao: "You have already helped me make a decision."

Lu Xianhao didn't deny it, but only waved to him: "Come here."

Seeing that he seemed to be in a bad mood, Xiao Wang approached and asked concerned: "What's wrong?"

Lu Xianhao put his arms around his shoulders and hugged him, Xiao Wang was stiff for a moment, smelling the man's elegant breath, his heartbeat accelerated in a hopeless way.

Lu Xianhao was much more natural than him, he was resting on Xiao Wang's shoulder, and his left hand was grabbing his short fluffy and dry hair once and for all.With a low sigh: "It's good to be alive, it's good to be loved, it's good to have the ability to love."

Knowing that he was feeling sorry for Li Ciyan, Xiao Wan patted him on the back cautiously: "Is the feeling so deep?"

Lu Xianhao nodded: "Most people only think of what they have when they compare with less fortunate people, isn't it sad?"

Xiao Wang didn't know how to comfort him, and said, "You're already fine."

……

The next day, Li Ciyan did not come to see him off, and Xiao Wang also found an excuse to prevent others from disturbing him.So, after living here briefly for a week, the cars drove out of the yard one by one.

Lu Xianhao put the ducks into a cardboard box and put them on the back seat of the car.

Xiao Wang: "Are you really planning to take it back and raise it?"

Lu Xianhao: "Send it to my mother, I can't raise it in my apartment."

Xiao Wang kept an eye out and pretended not to care and asked, "You live alone now?"

"What else? Live with your girlfriend?"

Xiao Wang stopped talking, and the atmosphere in the car tended to drop to freezing point.While starting the car, he was secretly annoyed that after getting along for so long, he still hadn't figured out Lu Xianhao's relationship status.

In a complicated mood, he asked, "Is it still the one from the university?"

Lu Xianhao opened the car window and was looking at the scenery outside. Hearing what he said, he looked at him in surprise: "How do you know that I talked about it in college? I almost forgot if you didn't tell me."

I was young and ignorant, had a relationship, and then the two parties broke up peacefully. Since then, I have been single. One is that I feel single and free, and the other is that I have not met anyone who has feelings.

Speaking of this, Xiao Wan recalled bad scenes.

On Lu Xianhao's birthday, he was going to confess to him, but he caught him kissing another girl. Xiao Wang's heart was broken when he was a young boy, and then he went abroad without even saying hello.After leaving the country, he never forgot about Lu Xianhao, but Lu Xianhao obviously didn't have that kind of thought for him, he probably just thought that a neighbor's younger brother left, and neither of them took the initiative to contact each other.

Xiao Wang lied: "I heard my brother mention it."

Some thoughts, if speaking out will cause trouble to the other party, it is better to hide it.

Lu Xianhao felt that it was reasonable, so he stopped joking, and said: "I don't have a girlfriend, and I haven't met someone who is attracted to me. I have been living alone."

"..." Xiao Wang felt a little happy, he suppressed a smile, and said, "Oh."

After a while, I couldn't hold back the gossip: "What will make your heart move?"

Lu Xianhao propped his cheeks, and a picture immediately appeared in his mind.On one side is the misty blue sky, on the other side is the golden yellow wheat field, a slender man leans against the iridium silver car and smokes a cigarette, walks in and looks up, his face is handsome, his eyes are eager, joy and loss are all written on his face, A young and clean one.

Lu Xianhao suddenly laughed, all love at first sight was just love at first sight.

Outside the wide-open window, the sky is high and clear, and the sky is clear.The iridium silver car raced as it came.

……

A year later, in a detached house in Ohio, USA, a young man was tying a rope to the chandelier at the entrance.

Long-term insomnia made his complexion abnormally white, with dark blue halos around his eyes, and he always looked in a trance.Seeing the fastened rope, he stood below to check the height visually, without a trace of light in his lifeless eyes.He began to bite his fingers habitually, and all the nails were bitten pitted.A slender white arm was exposed from the slipped sleeve, covered with scars, and a fresh one was even oozing blood.

He suffers from insomnia and self-mutilation, but keeps it from anyone.

After feeling that the height was right, he stepped on the chair and pulled both sides of the rope, feeling a sudden sense of relief.

Just as he was about to put his head in, a figure of a man appeared on the frosted glass door directly in front, and the doorbell rang.He frowned and didn't want to pay attention, but the man started banging on the door, asking in English if there was anyone, a courier had arrived.

No choice, step down from the chair, open the door and sign for the delivery.

The courier wrapped in plastic film was the size of a book. He took out a knife from the key basket at the door, opened it, and was stunned when he saw the cover of the book——

"Gourmet Road Map: Water Villages".

He hesitated for a moment, flipped through, but turned directly to the place where the bookmark was clamped.Seeing a few pictures on the 16 pages of the book, millstones, hanging gauze, hot soybean milk and a bowl of sweet tofu curd, these are all scenes that he is very familiar with.

Slowly squatting down at the porch, his eyes that had been dull for a long time finally showed fluctuations. He hungrily looked at every word on the paper, read it twice in a row, and after reading it, he was already in tears.

The bookmark fell off, and he glanced at it, and found a paragraph written in vigorous handwriting on the back, so he picked it up and took a closer look——

"Mr. Lu, please write this craft into the book. I can no longer make bean curd for people I care about, but I hope that no matter where he is in the future, he can keep his memory and find the way when he came."

Seeing this, he covered his mouth, tears fell down uncontrollably, the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time gradually collapsed, and finally broke down in the empty dark room.

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