Luo Binhan put his cell phone on the table and tapped the armrest of the chair. Sitting opposite him was Momolo, looking at him sincerely and innocently. Luo Binhan had been looking at this sincere face for two hours. He even counted Momolo's eyelashes six times. But no number is the same again.
"Old Mo," Luo Binhan said, "I found that you have a pair of eyes that can speak."
"Thank you, Mr. Luo." Momolo replied.
The flask placed on Luo Binhan's legs moved. The light green mucus in the bottle rolled and formed a small trumpet-shaped mouth. Miffy from the volcanic cave squirmed slightly and cautiously commented with his makeshift mouth: "I don't think his eyes have a vocal function."
"Close your mouth." Luo Binhan said.
The trumpet mouth melted into light green liquid protoplasm, and slid silently along the neck of the bottle back into the belly of the bottle. It was just a small piece that Luo Binhan scooped out from the large tank on the Upsilon spacecraft. It was fragile and weak until it had eaten enough nutrients. Therefore, this shape-shifting cannibal became quite low-key and obedient to avoid being caught. Fina, who was watching eagerly on Luo Binhan's shoulder, ate it in one bite.
Luo Binhan didn't want these two close friends to appear in his home in Lihai City, but Yaleriga seemed to think he needed Fina, and Jing Huang loaded a bottle of Miffy from the Upsilon spaceship. The pirate leader's intention was unclear to Luo Binhan, but he was determined not to let this cannibal eat in his hometown, nor to let Fina eat this slime of unknown origin. Miffy and Fina are already troublesome enough, and he will never allow a new creature called Miffina to appear in the world.
"Mr. Luo," Momolo said with a wink, "don't you want to go out and see your hometown?"
Luo Binhan continued to sit on the chair, calm and steady, another ruthless hunting lizard. He stared at Momolo expressionlessly, while Momolo was smiling, with pure light radiating from his eyes.
"...Old Mo," Luo Binhan said again, "your eyebrows are very impressive, and you look smarter than your brother."
"Thank you, Mr. Luo! But senior Yupsilon is really an amazing guardian. Although his grades in cultural classes are not good, his mind is actually very outstanding! Even senior Safaya said, 'Yupsilon' Although Shillong is a rebel who makes his own people despair, at least he can make his opponents despair most of the time! To be praised by such a strict person like Safaya senior is enough to show that senior is very amazing!"
Luo Binhan fell into a brief thought, trying to figure out whether Momoluo was sincerely complimenting him, or whether he had secretly planned to touch the Spark Tower, or sign a fusion contract with the super-ancient evil god - isn't Asabam also a kind of evil god? Combining a bad thing with a dark soul like her has undoubtedly tarnished Momolo's pure nature. He couldn't help but sigh sadly.
"Old Mo, you have fallen." He said to Momolo.
"Mr. Luo, why are you still sitting here?"
"You have fallen!" Luo Binhan emphasized loudly.
"We have been sitting here for two hours, Mr. Luo." Momolo asked with concern, "Are you feeling uncomfortable? Are you still worried about your relatives and friends back home? In short, please don't endure it alone! "
"I don't."
"But you look really strange, Mr. Luo!"
"I'm normal, okay?" Luo Binhan said. He reached out to grab Fina and cover his face, but the latter used his tail to open his fingers, jumped to the corner and continued to observe Miffy in the bottle. Before Luo Binhan could put his head into the bottle with Miffy, Momolo had already rushed over, grabbed his hands excitedly and shouted: "No, Mr. Luo! Don't hurt yourself! No matter what kind of troubles you have, Please talk to me! I will always be here waiting!"
Luo Binhan shook his hands vigorously, but he couldn't shake the other person's caring grasp. Finally he gave up, put his hands down in despair, and slumped back in his chair. Momolo looked at him with tears in his eyes, as if looking at a shrunken and dead cactus.
"Let go of your hand." Luo Binhan said weakly.
"I won't let go, Mr. Luo! I must let you live to see the person you miss! Weren't you still thinking about calling your family just now! How could you die before being reunited with your family!"
"Mo," Luo Binhan said quietly, "I'm already dead."
"Stop talking nonsense, Mr. Luo! I won't let you die!"
"I mean socially."
Momolo blinked again. Luo Binhan slowly pointed to the mobile phone on the table, as if pointing to his own urn. Its screen is dark, quiet and mysterious. Momolo also followed his fingertips and focused his extremely solemn gaze on the Pandora's Box.
"Mr. Luo, can I see the content inside?"
Luo Binhan nodded weakly. So Momolo solemnly picked up the phone, returned to his original seat, and nodded slowly to Luo Binhan.
"I understand, Mr. Luo. Please leave it to me. I'm going to open it now."
Luo Binhan said feebly: "The password is 1107."
Momolo entered the password with ease. The bright light of the mobile phone screen reflected on his curious face, and it seemed that it was no difficulty for him to understand and operate this device. After studying for a while, he checked the missed calls on his mobile phone.
"You have a lot of missed calls, Mr. Luo."
"Don't call it back."
"Mr. Luo, what does this red dot mean?"
"This is a text message. It's someone sending you a text message."
"can I see?"
Luo Binhan instinctively wanted to refuse. But his reason told him that this was something he had to face. He could either see it with his own eyes or ask Momolo to see it for him. In fact, he had seen it with his own eyes two hours ago. Although he did not open every text message, but quickly scanned through the list interface, the first line of those messages was enough to make his soul scream. He felt that these words were like a cursed video tape. If he looked at it one more time, he would be infected with the deadly smallpox virus and die of heart paralysis within seven days.
He smiled kindly and erratically at Momolo and said, "Just take a look."
"Then let me start, Mr. Luo!"
Momolo started tapping and swiping the screen as fast as an automatic program. Before Luo Binhan could hold his chest and take a few breaths, he had already put the phone on his lap, raised his chest and placed his hands on his hips, nodded solemnly and said, "I've finished reading, Mr. Luo."
"Um."
"Most of them are advertisements and commercial notices, phone bill payment notices, bank deposit notices and credit card business reminders..."
Hearing this, Luo Binhan's hand covering his chest relaxed a little, and his breathing almost became smoother. But Momolo then added: "There is also a long condolence letter sent to you by your family, Mr. Luo! Everyone really misses you very much. Since Mr. Luo is too embarrassed to read it by yourself, let me read it to you." These precious words! The first one is a letter from Ms. Yu Qingshu. The content is: Hanhan, it is the second week since you disappeared, and my mother has been thinking..."
Luo Binhan pounced on him and held his mouth, sternly threatening: "If you miss him again, I will kill myself!"
Momolo blinked twice in embarrassment. His eyes were full of confusion, but when Luo Binhan carefully let go of his hand, he closed his mouth tightly. Luo Binhan fell back into his chair happily and buried his face under his hands.
"Mr. Luo?"
"Well," Luo Binhan said, "I'm still alive. Just don't think about it."
"Mr. Luo, don't you want to know what everyone has said to you during this time?"
"I know what they're going to say...I can basically guess it."
"However, these text messages were all marked with red dots before I opened them. Does this mean that Mr. Luo, you haven't read it yet? If you haven't really read it, how can you be sure that your guess is true? Mr. Luo just now You act so scared because you think everyone is blaming you for leaving without saying goodbye, right? But that’s not the case at all. Everyone just cares about you."
"That's what I don't want." Luo Binhan said. His words came out of his mouth without any thought. When Momolo looked over with wide eyes, he seemed to realize what he had just said.
"I can guess what they want to say." He said before Momolo spoke. "If you don't believe it, we can try it - I can tell you who sent me messages and what they probably said. Content. I'll guess what they said, and you can tell me whether it's right or wrong. How about that? But you can't read me the specifics."
This was not a very reasonable request, but Momolo still agreed with his usual enthusiasm. So Luo Binhan put the flask containing Miffy back on the table - he was sure that Miffy was eavesdropping at this moment - and then sat on the chair numbly and started thinking.
"Well... the first person," he said, "is named Yu Qingshu in the notes. I guess she is the one who sent me the most messages."
"Yes. She is Mr. Luo's mother, right? She is really a lady who loves her children. She sends you long messages to Mr. Luo almost every week..."
"She wanted to know my whereabouts." Luo Binhan interrupted him. "She said she would wait for me to reply to her and would continue to look for me. Then she would also talk about her recent experiences and what she remembered about me. When I was little. She would say that on all the holidays. She would also talk about my sister."
After he finished speaking, Momolo just blinked quietly. From the confused reaction of the Yongguang tribe, Luo Binhan knew that he had guessed correctly. He didn't want to give Momolo too many opportunities to ask questions at this point.
"The second person," he added immediately, "is named Yu Xiaorong. Do you also know who she is?"
"Is she Mr. Luo's sister?"
"Yes. She would message me, I guess at least three or four times, but it must have been in the first few weeks that I was missing. And if she messaged me in those days, I got it in my text message Verification code, that’s what she did too.”
"It's true, Mr. Luo! But why?"
Luo Binhan said calmly: "You want to steal my social account."
This was just the second person, and Momolo seemed to have a hint of admiration in his eyes. Luo Binhan slapped his thigh and continued nonchalantly: "The third person, please note, is Mal. Do you know him too?"
Luo Binhan thought Momolo would say Malcolm's full name, but Momolo shook his head.
"I don't remember this person, Mr. Luo."
"Didn't you finish reading me?" Luo Binhan asked a little annoyed.
"No, Mr. Luo. Although Mr. Luo used your most precious memories as part of Senluo's form when we merged, information like a person's name or identity is not considered important information. All I see is Mr. Luo, the images and emotions you remember most deeply."
Luo Binhan didn't want to think about the images he remembered most deeply. The woolen doll shaped like a giraffe toothbrush was still lying in his bedroom on the Silence. He continued numbly: "Malcolm is Yu Xiaorong's father."
"That is Mr. Luo's stepfather!"
"Hmm...well, we usually don't call it that. But he will send me a message once, definitely after Yu Xiaorong sent the message for the first time. The content will not be very long, and he will not ask me what happened, just Like a normal greeting text... He might also ask me when I will go for a ride with him again, or go to the shooting range, something like that."
Of course he was right again.
"The fourth person," Luo Binhan said, "well... his name is Luo Jiaotian."
"Is he Mr. Luo's father?"
"It can be regarded as half," Luo Binhan said humbly: "He is the successor of my father's incomplete blueprint. Generally, I would respectfully call a person like this my younger brother."
"But Mr. Luo, doesn't my younger brother mean to be a junior?"
Luo Binhan raised his head, looked at the ceiling and said calmly: "His test scores can make me a senior."
"There is no such thing, Mr. Luo! No matter how desperate Upsilon-senior's test scores are, he will always be my senior!"
"So filial!" Luo Binhan said, "The message he sends me will not exceed twenty words. Three sentences at most. No title. He will not use the word 'I'. He will not ask me where I am going, or Why go. He'll just ask when he'll be back."
"Mr. Luo," Momolo asked, seeming a little melancholy, "Is the relationship between you two brothers not good?"
"No, it's not bad. Why do you ask?"
"If they are brothers who are emotionally close, why are they so distant?"
Luo Binhan shook his head and said, "Those are two different things."
"I don't understand, Mr. Luo."
Luo Binhan felt a little wet between the nails of his left hand. He raised his left hand, stared at his fingertips and said, "He feels he has no position."
"position?"
"The position is..." Luo Binhan said, "The fifth person is Xie Zhenwan. She is Luo Jiaotian's mother. She has posted it at least twice, once at the beginning and once at the end of the year. Both times will be very long, but they are not about Is this her own content?”
"Yes. Ms. Xie Zhenwan also cares about you, Mr. Luo, and has been saying that if you don't come back, the family will have no backbone. And she keeps apologizing to you..."
"This is not about her." Luo Binhan said, "She is not needed to do this."
He didn't feel anything wrong with the tone of his words, but Momolo kept staring at him. That look made Luo Binhan tortured. His longing for returning to his hometown seemed to turn into a smelly black smoke in his clear eyes. Reading those names from Momolo's mouth seemed unreal at all, which made him feel particularly torn and guilty. He put his hands in front of his face a little embarrassed, trying to hypnotize himself into believing that this was the bridge room of the Silence. That was a little difficult because neither Jing Huang nor Yaleriga was there.
"Mr. Luo, actually, Ms. Xie Zhenwan mentioned it in the message she sent..."
"The sixth person is Luo Yao." Luo Binhan said, "Luo Yao. Well, it's not his current name. It was changed once. That's not important. He will give me news once. After everyone's news. He will say, Well, he would say this: It is good for young people to go out and have some experience without worrying about things at home. He would say this as if nothing happened."
The feeling of reality being torn apart finally reached its peak after Luo Binhan said these words. He sat there motionless, wondering if he could bear the thought of the name coming out of Momolo's mouth. It's about okay. Because time will pass eventually. The possibilities of life are endless, and people's acceptance will also expand accordingly. He never thought that one day Momolo would be sitting on the sofa in his living room, with a victorious and joyful smile on his face...a victorious smile. ?
Yes. It was indeed a triumphant smile. Momolo was seen holding his cell phone high, as if he was holding a sword and was ready to chop it down.
"You guessed wrong, Mr. Luo!" He said happily, "This person sent you two messages! The second message said that he has planned to transfer all the equity of a company to you, and he will wait for you When I get back, I will start preparing for the listing of the group! In addition, I also said that I have arranged a very suitable marriage for you! Look, Mr. Luo, the love between family members is beyond imagination, and even you can't completely guess it!"
Luo Binhan stared at him like a wooden sculpture. In his gloomy sight, which was like blowing from the depths of hell, Momolo's joyful smile gradually disappeared.
"Mr. Luo," the Yongguang clan asked anxiously, "What does it mean for the group to go public?"
"It's a good thing." Luo Binhan said.
"What about equity?"
"It's also a good thing."
"Then marriage must be a good thing!"
"right."
"That would be really great! But what kind of good thing is it exactly?"
Luo Binhan stood up from the armchair and looked around the apartment where he had just stayed for less than half a day. He strode to the floor-to-ceiling window and took one last look at the quiet urban garden in Lihai City in the afternoon, as well as the numerous buildings and streets outside the garden.
"The good thing is," he announced ruthlessly, "we're going to take off on the Silence tonight."
