Cub, daddies want you to be good

The little game Luo Yu mentioned was actually a little too childish for teenagers, as if they were playing house.

But it's such a simple answering game where you come and go, but it makes Fuwan more relaxed.

It's like a fierce kitten that got a small fur ball, stretched out its paws and scratched it, and felt that there was no danger, so it slowly and temporarily hid its sharp claws under its belly, lazily, just waiting for the other party to hold the fur ball. Ball to play with him.

Fu Wan has grown to such a large size, and all he comes into contact with are unsmiling researchers and trainers. When he wakes up every day, he hears orders, rules, and tasks, and the interaction methods such as joking, chatting, discussing, and teasing are all unfamiliar of.

The more Luo Yu patiently talked with him, the more Fu Wan's bad temper became less aroused. The little bomb turned into a deflated little ball, and a soft pit was touched.

But Xiaopiqiu has an arrogant temper and is not easy to be fooled. Fu Wan lowered his head, rubbed his stomach with the back of his hand, and asked, "I told you, will you tell the doctor?"

"No. Since everyone has a question, it's a secret that only the two of us know."

Luo Yu's eyes were light, and he slightly hooked his lips into a smile as he spoke, showing a mischievousness that Fu Wan had never seen before.

His pupil color was much lighter than that of ordinary people. With such a smirk, the sharpness and arrogance that had been deliberately restrained could not be concealed.

The secret of two people.

For a moment, Fu Wan was eager to try this new and intimate thing, with a faint curiosity that he couldn't help, he said: "Then you answer first or I?"

"I'll come first, you ask." Luo Yu looked calm.

"Yeah." Fu Wan seemed to be waiting for this moment. Hearing the sound, he looked straight at the man and said, "Do you know that there is a well in the dungeon?"

Luo Yu didn't seem to expect that the child would ask this question. He was silent for a few seconds, then bent down, put his elbows on his knees, put his fingers together, raised his head slightly to look at the bowl in front of him, and said sincerely: "I know. Right in the dungeon where you live."

"Yeah." Fu Wan's dark eyes flickered a little, bright like stars, and said seriously: "Half a year ago, a man dug a well and gave me something. Do you know this man?"

Luo Yu looked into the boy's eyes silently, and replied word by word after a while: "I know."

"And then?" Fu Wan asked back.

Luo Yu suddenly laughed and asked, "What then? Didn't you ask me two questions? Do you know? The answer is yes."

Fu Wan was a little stunned, frowned and said: "You are playing a rascal."

"Where is it?" Luo Yu was still smiling, seeing the seriousness of the young man, he suppressed his smile again, his voice was a little hoarse, and said:

"I do know, but the last operation was a classified mission. You know my identity, and you must be worthy of the medal on my shoulder, so I won't tell you who he is."

"You didn't keep the agreement." Fu Wan said a little unconvinced.

Luo Yu felt a little guilty, and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't tell you the truth. But I don't want to just pick up a name to prevaricate the kid. You are very smart and a good boy, I don't want to lie to you."

The low male voice sank in the night, a little hazy and gentle.Fu Wan stared fixedly at the man, turned his head after a while and said, "Forget it. Two questions, I'll take it as your answer."

"Aren't you angry?" Luo Yu said, "You can ask two more questions."

Fu Wan glanced at him and said, "If you ask, you have asked, don't ask."

Luo Yu couldn't help smiling, there seemed to be some doting look in his narrow eyes, but it didn't seem to be.He asked, "Why do you want to find the man who dug the well?"

"I owe a favor." Fu Wan replied vaguely, reached out and dragged the small table on the hospital bed, picked up the pen, opened the copybook, and began to write, but his mind was not on it.

Although I left those boxes in the dungeon before because I didn't want to meet the person who helped him, but after meeting Luo Yu, Fu Wan suddenly felt that even if they met, it shouldn't be too embarrassing.

It's just that this reason is absolutely impossible to explain to Luo Yu.

Because he had just soaked in cold water, the skin on the young man's face became icy cold, and when the light was on, it looked even more porcelain-white like jade.

Seeing that he didn't go into details, Luo Yu didn't make things difficult for him. He just returned to the main topic and said, "Then the game just now, is it still counting?"

Only then did Fu Wan remember, and said reluctantly: "You ask."

Luo Yu suddenly stretched out his hand, and covered Fu Wan's cold forehead with his fiery palm, and retracted it before the boy could resist.

He stood up, went to the table, picked up the thermos, poured a glass of water, guessed that the temperature was about the same, then turned around and put it on the small table in the Fuwan, and said inexplicably: "It's so cold on my body, and I still soak in cold water in the middle of the night. What are you drawing?"

The glass of water was just against the back of Fu Wan's hand, and the heat quickly passed through the wall of the glass and passed on continuously.

Fu Wan frowned, staring at the heat rising from the cup. After a while, he picked up the cup and took a sip. Feeling the warmth rolling down his throat, he said indifferently:

"In the dungeon, you have to go down to the well to fetch water at night, otherwise there is no water during the day."

Luo Yu's Adam's apple moved, and he didn't seem to be surprised. He lowered his eyes, his voice was a little hoarse, and asked, "How old was it?"

Fu Wan glanced at him and said, "Seven years old."

There was no calendar in the dungeon, and he didn't know the exact date.

"Climb the well empty-handed? No tools?"

"No."

"When did you learn to swim?"

"After jumping into the well for the first time, it took five days."

"How deep is the well?"

"I don't know, nine meters or ten meters, it's about the same anyway."

The ward suddenly fell silent.

Luo Yu got the expected answer.

But he still has one more question that he didn't ask, that is: "Have you ever drowned?"

Probably because the last question was too inappropriate, or because of other reasons, he didn't ask.

A seven-year-old child who can't swim, without any props, jumps into a well countless times, what is the survival rate?

Fu Wan was not used to the sudden silence of the man.

He simply raised his head and drank the hot water, and pushed the cup over. He didn't know why, so he explained: "It would be strange not to go to the well. There is no well here, and the same is true for flushing cold water."

Luo Yu raised his head and looked at the unusually calm young man.

Fu Wan is really used to this kind of behavior, he doesn't know to be afraid at all, or he doesn't care.

Luo Yu walked over, took the cup into his hand, poured half a cup back, and handed it to the boy.

He is very tall, standing on the edge of the wheelchair like this, if he wants to talk to Fu Wan, he has to bend down deeply and stretch out his hand to support the armrest of the wheelchair.

Originally, there was still a question to ask about why he didn't sleep, but at this moment Luo Yu felt that he already knew the answer.

In the silent night, the man lowered his eyebrows, looked at the boy holding the cup, and said softly:

"Although soaking in well water has become the habit of Fuwan children, you have to know that you are still growing your body, and you will not be able to withstand the cold for a long time. Do you want to keep this height until my age?"

Fu Wan frowned unknowingly, and asked: "Is it really like this?"

"Of course. Especially if you don't sleep all day, it will affect your development even more." Luo Yu raised his hand and gestured on the boy's head, and said softly: "You still need a lot of hard work to grow to 1.8 meters, for example, go to sleep now. "

Fu Wan subconsciously wanted to refute, but he didn't. He just turned his head and said, "Go away first."

Luo Yu straightened up, took two steps back and sat back in the chair.

The young man picked up the cup and filled the water in one go, then folded the small table on the hospital bed by himself, and tried to move onto the bed while leaning on the armrest of the wheelchair.

Unexpectedly, the person next to him suddenly stretched out his hand to hook, and Fu Wan's waist was tightened, and the whole person was gently lifted to the bed. He frowned and looked over, and the man closed his hands and smiled at him as if nothing had happened.

Fu Wan didn't know how to curse, so he had to wrap the quilt around his body, turned over and closed his eyes.

He didn't ask why the other party didn't leave, and Luo Yu didn't make a sound, probably forgot.

The light in the ward was still on, but it was replaced with a dimmer one. In the silence, the man seemed to be sitting back in the chair again, and he didn't move anymore.

Fu Wan held on for another half an hour, and finally relaxed and fell asleep.

This is the first time in ten years that he fell asleep at night, but he felt very at ease. Even the well that often visited the dreamland was missing, leaving only the man's deep eyebrows, from beginning to end, Watching him quietly and gently.

***

Before Fu Wan was discharged from the hospital, the last time he saw Luo Yu was on a sunny weekend.

Luo Yu came suddenly that afternoon and said that he would push him to the garden to see flowers.

Fu Wan had hardly seen any flowers, so he agreed.

The weather is not as hot as the previous few days, the sun is only warm.

Fu Wan's wheelchair stopped beside the flowers, and Luo Yu stood beside him, his long shadow hanging on the ground, looking even higher.

In fact, roses should not be planted here, but for some reason, large patches of roses are competing to bloom.

Just as Fu Wan was thinking about it, he suddenly felt itchy in his hands. He suddenly lowered his head, and saw a fiery red rose rubbing against the back of his hand.

Luo Yu also noticed this scene, and a smile appeared in his eyes.

The young man's hand bones were slender, his skin was almost transparent white, and the light blue blood vessels on the back of his hand were very obvious. Against the delicate red roses, there was a sense of taboo beauty in a trance.

But this is the product of a child's naughty prank.

Fu Wan turned his head, and as expected, he saw a chubby little boy poking his hand with a rose, smiling and squinting his eyes.

The child was wearing the uniform sailor uniform of a nearby kindergarten, with fat arms and a fat face, looking like a dumpling.

Noticing Fu Wan's icy gaze, the little boy hurriedly snatched the rose back and held it in his arms. His round black eyes rolled around nimbly, and he said in a childlike voice:

"My brother is a big kid, why doesn't he walk? He still wants to play with cars?"

Fu Wan pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.

Luo Yu squatted down on one knee and said, "Little friend, brother's foot is injured, so he needs to use a wheelchair."

Hearing the words, the little boy quickly freed his chubby hand, covered his mouth, and shook his head pitifully. Seeing that Fu Wan didn't say a word, he carefully moved his hand away and said:

"The elder brother has to listen to his father's advice, get a good injection, drink the potion, and then he can go to the amusement park when he's done."

Fu Wan paused for a moment, and replied: "Yes."

The little boy opened his eyes wide in surprise, as if he didn't expect this cool-looking brother to answer him. He mustered up his courage and was about to speak when a familiar male voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Son, it's time to pick up your mother."

"Yeah!" the child cheered, and didn't bother to speak anymore. He turned his head and ran towards a middle-aged man with the rose he picked secretly, and quickly threw himself on the man's lap and was hugged. stand up.

Fu Wan quietly watched the backs of one big and one small going away, then suddenly turned around and asked:

"Why did you just call him a kid?"

Luo Yu raised his eyebrows, "The child is at most 6 years old, shouldn't it be called a child?"

"Then I'm 16 years old, why do you still call me a kid?" Fu Wan said with a very serious expression, frowning, "A kid is a 6-year-old, so you shouldn't call me that."

Luo Yu asked helplessly when he heard the words: "Could it be possible to call you a big friend?"

Fu Wan pursed her thin lips in embarrassment, her eyes were quite stubborn.

Luo Yu looked down at him for a while, then turned around and pushed the wheelchair forward, his eyes were light, reflecting the fine sunlight, and said softly:

"Whether it's 6, 16 or 26, as long as you don't eat and sleep well for a day, you are still a child to me."