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Luo Ying behaved as usual.

From the moment the doctor made the announcement until now, Luo Ying has not shed a single tear.He behaved very well throughout, as if he had been preparing for this event for a long time.

Luo Xiao and Brother Yang helped arrange the funeral, and he didn't have many friends during his lifetime, so all the procedures were kept simple.During this period of time, Luo Ying showed a strange sense of reason, not like the appearance of a person who has just lost his only relative.

A few friends came to comfort him one after another, and he only said a few words each time, with just the right amount of sadness in his words, but not too much loss and pain.Other than that, the whole person doesn't seem to have changed at all, it's still the same Luo Ying from a few months ago, or a few years ago.

Luo Xiao was pleased with Luo Ying like this, and even felt that he had matured a lot, but Yu Mingming firmly believed that there was something wrong with Luo Ying.

He seems to have become less concerned about anything.

Luo Ying was originally a nostalgic person, a person who would brood over many things, but the day he got his grandma's relic, he just flipped through it roughly, and then casually put it aside.Inside was a piece of clothing he had worn as a child, which he sniffed before throwing it in the trash along with some medicine bottles.

There are many similar things.Luo Ying started to clean up some things that he had left for a long time, letters, old clothes, things that had been with him for a long time, and threw them away without hesitation.There is only one book, "The Silence of the Lambs", which Yu Mingming found while helping him sort it out. Yu Mingming didn't know where it came from, but when he handed it to Luo Ying, he seemed to look at it for a long time.

"What about this, do you want to throw it away?" Yu Mingming asked him.

Luo Ying looked a little hesitant, thought for a long time, and finally said: "Give it to me."

Zhou Zeyao also noticed Luo Ying's strange behavior. Specifically, Luo Ying didn't pay much attention to him.I only reply to WeChat once in a while, and I don’t answer the phone calls. When I want to do something, the other party always says lightly that I don’t need it.

Yu Mingming watched him throw away a lot of things, and suddenly felt that Luo Ying didn't even want him anymore.

Luo Ying's weird state reached its peak after Yu Mingming moved back to school.He's starting to lose touch.From occasionally replying to messages to not replying to messages, from not answering the phone very often to being temporarily unavailable.Only when Yu Mingming couldn't bear to speak harsh words to him, and he dropped out of school and went home to guard him without replying, he would reply with a few words: "No, I'm fine."

Yu Mingming was so busy with school affairs that he couldn't help himself. He was worried that something might happen to Luo Ying, but he couldn't do anything about it. So when Zhou Zeyao asked him to get the key, he hesitated for a few seconds before handing it over to him.

That day Zhou Zeyao searched for a long time along the navigation. He had never driven to such a place with extremely high population density and narrow road width. He almost rubbed against the garbage truck on the roadside several times. Looking at the dilapidated and old building, I found that the only few parking spaces downstairs were fully occupied by tricycles.Fortunately, relying on his rather skilled driving skills, he stuck the car between two trees. When he got out of the car, he let out a long sigh, thinking that what he did just now should be recorded as a textbook for subject two.

He originally thought that there was no one in the house. It was dusk when he arrived and the sky had just darkened. He thought that Luo Ying would relax somewhere.Zhou Zeyao even brought a charger, ready to wait here for hours,

But to his surprise, he saw Luo Ying as soon as he opened the door, and the other party didn't seem surprised by his arrival.Zhou Zeyao squinted his eyes for a while, and Luo Ying seemed to be looking at his circle of friends.

"Where is this?" Luo Ying turned out a picture of a paraglider and faced him.

"Turkey," Zhou Zeyao said as he closed the door, "why didn't you reply?"

"Is it fun?" Luo Ying asked.

Luo Ying didn't answer his own question, and Zhou Zeyao didn't intend to answer his question either. He looked around and saw that there was no food left in the kitchen, and there were four or five leftover instant noodle bowls piled up on the floor.

"You eat this for a few days?" Zhou Zeyao asked him.

Luo Ying ignored him, locked the phone screen, took a can of beer from under the sofa bed, and opened it: "I want to go too, but Turkey is too far away, there should be one in a nearby city."

Zhou Zeyao frowned, reached out and took the wine over: "I can take you there if you want, but you can't drink."

Luo Yingjiu was taken away, but he didn't resist, and asked him, "Who did Turkey take?"

Zhou Zeyao was silent for a few seconds before replying, "You don't know him."

"I know you," Luo Ying said, "I've asked Duan Jin many things."

Zhou Zeyao didn't really want to continue this topic: "I know you may feel a little bit uncomfortable because of your grandma..."

"No, you don't know," Luo Ying interrupted Zhou Zeyao. He almost never interrupted anyone. This was the first time. "I didn't ask Duan Jin to find out anything. How to get along, what to do, but he seems to have misunderstood what I mean."

Zhou Zeyao still stared at Luo Ying intently, he felt a little angry: "I know you may have misunderstood me..."

"No," Luo Ying interrupted him again, "You don't know."

There was a brief silence in the air, the two of them didn't speak for a while, and the air pressure around them was a bit heavy.

"I originally thought I could do it, so I came to you, so I want to do those things with you, and I don't want to leave any regrets." Luo Ying hasn't said such a long sentence for a long time, he is a little unaccustomed, thinking about his words, "I now realize that I may not be able to do it, just like I thought I wasn't too sad when she died, but I still can't get out."

"So?" Zhou Zeyao asked.

"So, I can't afford it," Luo Ying looked down at her hand, "I also want to be like other people, happy when I am happy, and leave when I leave, but I can't do it."

"And then?" Zhou Zeyao asked again.

"You don't know," Luo Ying said, "I like you very much, Zhou Zeyao, even more than you think. I'm not the kind who wants you to accompany me to Turkey now. I'm the kind who needs you to wait for me People who have to go to Turkey with me when they are old."

Luo Ying uttered what might be the longest passage in the past few years, and she felt a lot more relaxed.

He rehearsed this scene for a long time, and he also thought about whether to start from the beginning, from those days and nights in high school, but he still didn't want to talk about it when things came to an end, and it didn't make sense to talk about it.

He didn't look at Zhou Zeyao, and he couldn't imagine what the other person's expression was like, but at least at this moment, he felt at ease. He had said all the things he dared not say for many years.

Zhou Zeyao didn't speak for a while. After a long silence, he said, "Why do you think I don't know?"

Luo Ying still lowered his head, he paused, and said to Luo Ying, "Look at me, Brother Ying."

Luo Ying didn't move.

Zhou Zeyao felt a little angry, and he didn't know why he was angry: "Why do you always make decisions on your own, why do you always speculate on me and never ask me?"

Luo Ying still didn't move.

"Why don't you look at me?" Zhou Zeyao sneered, "You didn't look at me every day before, why don't you look at me now?"

Luo Ying finally turned around after hearing the words, and Zhou Zeyao saw that his eyes were a little moist.

Zhou Zeyao couldn't bear it, but at the moment, the inexplicable anger still prevailed: "Do you think I don't know anything? Do you think I have forgotten everything?"