The arrangement of things is actually lackluster. After promising Momolo to go see the real "social life of primitive pansapiens" tomorrow, Jing Huang expressionlessly locked himself in the bedroom that originally belonged to Luo Binhan. Before locking the door, he said: "Hey, come in."
Zhou Yu put down the water glass, stood up and walked towards the door. Luo Binhan pulled him back: "What do you two want to talk about? Is it so mysterious?"
Almost at the same time, Zhou Yu shook his head and said he didn't know, while Jing Huang replied impatiently: "It has nothing to do with you."
"Of course it has something to do with me," Luo Binhan said. "Any whispers in my home must be approved by me. Come back and write a report to me after the conversation."
Zhou Yu walked into the bedroom as usual. He always took the initiative to filter Luo Binhan's words accurately, eliminating all boring witticisms and bickering. Jing Huang waited for him to enter the room, then shook his head at Luo Binhan contemptuously.
Luo Binhan said to him lovingly: "Remember to go out and play together tomorrow."
The door slammed shut, Luo Binhan whistled twice happily, turned to Yaleriga and said, "The young master has become more and more rebellious recently."
"You always irritate him." Yaleriga said slowly.
"Yes, but he wasn't so easy to bite before." Luo Binhan said, "Don't you think he has become more bad-tempered? I really don't know who made him angry again."
Yaleriga, Momolo and Zhouba all looked at him. Luo Binhan continued: "He must have had less sun exposure. How can he not be depressed if he stays in the cabin every day? He has to absorb the essence of the sun and the moon. I think we should find him a sea and sky bathing place."
No one expressed clear approval or opposition to Luo Binhan's proposition. Of course, silence represents unanimous support and support. Luo Binhan then asked Yaleriga what kind of place she wanted to go and if she needed his help to pick out some jewelry and accessories for her. However, Yaleriga had no interest in any of this. Luo Binhan found that he had made a small mistake - Yaleriga was indeed charming, but she actually did not show much preference for gorgeous decorations. Minerals and silk fabrics could not satisfy her wildness, and the luxury and expensiveness here had no interest in her. Meaningless. Luo Binhan pondered for a while and told her which universities and libraries were the best in Lihai City.
Yaleriga smiled at him. Luo Binhan said to her sincerely: "Don't harm boys and girls, okay?"
"I won't let them know what they shouldn't know."
Luo Binhan thought this sentence was not a satisfactory guarantee. But he didn't think anyone here could cause trouble to Yaleriga. He thought for a moment that Luo Jiaotian was also in college now - this had nothing to do with Yaleriga. In his impression, Luo Jiaotian was not the type who could easily attract outsiders to like him. It wasn't a matter of being domineering or rude, it was a matter of being introverted and dull. Sometimes, Luo Binhan could see some traces of Zhou Yu in his behavior, but the difference was huge. Zhou Yu is a person who really doesn't care about other people's opinions, while Luo Jiaotian just wants to escape people's attention. That head that is always hung low, that stiff and slow pace, that slightly hunched nape of the neck is always wearing invisible shackles like a person with sin in his heart.
"Do you know how to please a person with low self-esteem?" Luo Binhan asked. After saying this, he realized that he might have revealed too much.
"To please?"
"I meant to cheer him up and cheer him up. You know the answer."
Yaleriga's expression showed that she might indeed understand, and she knew more than Luo Binhan hoped. She asked Luo Binhan to sit down and asked, "Why do you want to cheer up such a person?"
Luo Binhan shrugged: "If you see a painting hanging crookedly at home, you will always want to straighten it."
"That's not a painting," Yaleriga said. "If anyone looks unhappy, that's just because he's born that way. You don't have to think about making him happy."
"He was not born." Luo Binhan said simply. He knew in his heart that he was indeed becoming more talkative.
"You want to say it's an environmental issue."
"You could say...no, I think it's different."
Yaleriga stared at him.
"If it is voluntary, it cannot be said to be an environmental issue, right?" Luo Binhan said. He rocked slightly back and forth as if he were sitting in a rocking chair. After a while, he finally leaned his head back heavily and stopped shaking.
"Accepted." Luo Binhan said, "Then it's your problem."
Momolo suddenly leaned over from the side: "That's not the case, Mr. Luo! No one will accept an environment they don't like, and they should not regard this kind of thing as their own fault!"
"Then what should we do?" Luo Binhan asked.
"Please cheer up! If it is an environmental problem, then you should change the environment! Although it may be difficult, I will help!"
These words are not special. Luo Binhan thought. These are clichés that suffice for any non-concrete problem. But when they came out of Momolo's mouth, he didn't want to laugh at them, because he knew that the other person really meant them. This comes from a race that devotes much of its life to improving the circumstances of others.
"What's your opinion?" He turned his head and asked Yaleriga tactfully.
Yaleriga fiddled with the metal chain on the corner. Now, Luo Binhan could not identify the shape of any flower from those vaguely outlined metal pieces. He could only imagine how it was originally created based on Yaleriga's description. The monster that destroyed this chain has been destroyed forever with the birth of Zhouba, but the significance of this gift has not diminished at all, and Luo Binhan became confused because of this. He didn't understand why Yaleriga was stroking the chain while looking at him with a special expression. If he was narcissistic and stupid enough, he would suspect that Yaleriga had ever loved him. But he knew it never happened. Yaleriga seemed...as if she was just feeling sorry for him. She was always kind to stupid people, and wasn't Purdy an example?
"If a system is not functioning well," she said, "it will break down on its own. It's a natural progression. You don't have to maintain it."
"So what do I do?"
"Decide your own way out."
"You mean to leave it alone."
Yaleriga put her hand down and placed it on her chin. She looked past him to the photo album on the TV cabinet.
"You have to find a way to keep going. Do something else and let time take over for you. When you watch the old order turn into dust, you will find that they were not important in the first place."
This is not the first time Yaleriga has said this. Luo Binhan remembered what happened when he first walked into Yaleriga's room. He was so angry at that time, like a person who had his privacy peeked into and was laughed at. But now he doesn't think so, and he doesn't feel angry at all. Maybe it was because he knew Yaleriga better than he did then, or maybe Yaleriga never really stabbed him mercilessly. Her methods were circuitous and careful enough, and she never ripped out his head completely - just like the witch in the shadow had done.
"Yes," he said briskly, "yes... whoever survives longer wins. Indeed, this is a way out."
He planned to act more cheerful and talk to Yaleriga about pets or the fashion here, but a song interrupted them. Luo Binhan just heard the prelude of the recorder sound in his pocket, and he jumped up from the sofa like a spring. He took out his cell phone, but didn't answer it immediately. Instead, he glanced at the screen knowingly. He saw that the contact profile picture on the caller ID was a ball of green fluffy seaweed, and he used image-altering software to add a pair of particularly vicious cartoon eyes.
The women's voices were already singing to the accompaniment, singing in German a red moon over a silver lake. Luo Binhan could imagine the person on the other end of the phone sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the phone impatiently and kicking the guitar case under the bedside table with his toes. For a while, Yu Xiaorong seemed to be interested in folk songs and girl bands, but he remembered that the guitar and harmonium had been gathering dust in her bedroom for several years.
The ringing stopped during his hesitation. Within a few seconds, Luo Binhan thought about whether to simply pretend that he was still out of touch. He did plan to call Yu Xiaorong today, but he was not fully prepared yet, and this call was likely to disrupt his position. Why did Yu Xiaorong call at exactly this time? Was she trying to call him regularly? Or just a whim and luck? Regardless, she now knows the phone is in use. Someone charged it, turned it on, and it was within the service area of human civilization. How could Yu Xiaorong ignore this?
Just as he thought, the second call followed. He casually pressed the button to reject the answer, and Yu Xiaorong's voice cursing in German sounded in his ears like an auditory hallucination:
Arschloch! She will growl ferociously. Du bist voll behindert! Zum teufel! Then she would look around alertly to see if her mother had heard her say the forbidden words.
The phone vibrated again. The angry ball of seaweed popped up on the screen for the third time, looking so determined to never give up. Luo Binhan quickly glanced at his bedroom and found that the door was still closed.
"I'm going to take a call." He said hurriedly, then ran into the unoccupied guest room and locked the door behind his back.
The women's low singing voices seemed to be filled with murderous intent. Luo Binhan took two deep breaths and finally pressed the answer button solemnly. He didn't dare to use earphones or hands-free, so he could only put the phone in a just right position not far away from his ears.
"Hello?" he said.
He was wary of any moves his opponent might make. Yu Xiaorong once almost used firecrackers to make his ears ring, or gave him a death scream from a horror movie. These mischievous retaliations often occurred after he reported her inappropriate behavior. Of course, Yu Xiaorong would think that complaining to her mother was a violation of the rules, a kind of unfair competition based on age advantage, and that would make her furious. Now, Luo Binhan couldn't tell what tricks Yu Xiaorong would use after a deliberate disappearance of two and a half years.
The opening scene on the opposite side was filled with silence. For almost half an hour, the other party neither spoke nor gave him a thunderous response. Luo Binhan wondered whether he should start first.
"Well," he said as casually as possible, "How about a beach vacation?"
"You're back." The person on the other side said.
Luo Binhan subconsciously pricked up his ears and carefully distinguished this somewhat deep voice. He knew that Yu Xiaorong was in the period of voice change, but he always thought that the girl's voice change period was not obvious. Now he discovered that this may not be accurate for Yu Xiaorong. The voice coming from the other end of the phone was quite different from what he remembered. It was the voice of an older girl, a little hoarse and cold, rather than the angry, shrill voice of a little girl. If he didn't know her true age, he might have guessed she was in her early twenties. But he still knew it was her on the other end of the phone because her slightly unique cadence when speaking Chinese remained unchanged.
"Yes," he said, "I'm back...I'm in Lihai City. I'm thinking of going to Regenberg, but I have to wait a few days."
"Why?"
"what why?"
"Why did you have to wait a few days to come?"
Luo Binhan paused. He didn't expect Yu Xiaorong to ask this, and even though she asked, her voice didn't sound like she was looking forward to meeting him.
"I still have some things to do in Lihai." Luo Binhan said.
He heard the tone on the other end of the phone rising slightly, and the clear but sharp tone began to move closer to Yu Xiaorong in his old impression. She asked disapprovingly: "Is it related to your side?"
Luo Binhan has been a little puzzled about this matter for a long time. Yu Xiaorong's knowledge of Chinese characters is limited, but her spoken language is quite good, enough for her to convey her meaning clearly and unmistakably, and she never hides her likes and dislikes in her speech. She undoubtedly disliked his many relatives in Lihai City, so she never said words like "your father" and "your brother". Occasionally, when she had to refer to one of them, she would use "your side", a rather subtle Chinese pronoun. Her resentment didn't bother Luo Binhan, but he just didn't know the source of this hostility - he never mentioned Lihai City in Regenberg precisely because he didn't want Yu Xiaorong to be involved in this turmoil. Her mother would definitely do the same. Yu Xiaorong had no reason to hate a group of people she didn't know at all.
"No," he decided to avoid this potentially sensitive topic, "It has nothing to do with them. I have some personal matters of my own to resolve."
"About your friends?"
"My friends will not remember me after such a long time." Luo Binhan said, "They are all busy spending and asking for money."
"I mean that one."
"Which one? I don't remember which one of them you've seen."
Yu Xiaorong was not satisfied with his answer. Her tone became stern, as if she thought he was pretending to be crazy.
"I mean the medical student," she emphasized, "the one you slept with."
"I know what you mean," Luo Binhan said, "but if there are extra beds, we really won't sleep together. I am an adult man, Velvet, and I can no longer squeeze into the same bed with your mother. "
"Don't call me that."
"Okay Fluffy. Waiting for you to come back from vacation, Fluffy. Don't get too much sun or you will turn into peeling Fluffy."
Luo Binhan skillfully held the phone far away and heard Yu Xiaorong curse loudly in German from an arm's length away.
"I will tell mother that you escaped from Africa with parasites." She said viciously, "find your friends to treat you first."
"Of course I have to check," Luo Binhan said, "Be careful, right? I won't be like someone who almost got colchicine poisoning just because her damn ex-boyfriend offended the underworld. I haven't talked to your mother yet. Talked about that can of tampered beer."
"you dare?"
"Why don't I dare?" Luo Binhan said. He would never tell Yu Xiaorong that he had informed Yu Xiaorong two and a half years ago. "But I don't have to say it, you know. If you don't tell me, I Not talking about you. We are all in the same group."
"She'll find out sooner or later."
"But not now, okay? Otherwise she'll be knocking on my door tomorrow morning."
Yu Xiaorong thought for a while.
"Okay," she said, "but you have to promise me something."
"Don't tell me that you fell in love with a man at the beach." Luo Binhan said warily, "If I knew about this, I would have to tell your mother."
"Don't do things for that friend of yours."
"What?"
"That medical student." Yu Xiaorong said, her voice becoming stern and urgent again, "If he asks you to do something for him, don't agree to it."
Luo Binhan glanced out the window subconsciously. He could just see the balcony of his bedroom from the guest room window. The blackout curtains behind the balcony have been drawn tightly. If there were no lights on in the bedroom at this moment, he thought it would be as deep and dark as the bottom of the sea.
