After Shen Jue left, the yard became quieter again. Originally, Yimo was taciturn, and Liu Yan didn't even speak a word. At home, only Shen Jue talked a lot, and the town was very noisy. Now that Shen Jue left, even Yimo felt a little strange in the quiet courtyard. It seems that he also realized something, and Liu Yan, who never spoke, began to speak. It's like babbling and parroting tongues, first saying word by word: yes, no, walk, eat, sleep, hug.

Usually when he opened his hands and asked Yimo to hold him, Yimo would pick him up, walk for a while and then put him down.

Now it's sticky a lot, and it doesn't move the nest even after putting it down, just poking in front of Yimo and saying: Yimo, hug.

When you are sleepy, you will say: Yimo, sleep. Hungry will say: Yimo, hungry.

Over time, Yimo realized that before he spoke, he had to bring his name. As if there was some kind of stubbornness, as long as he said anything, he would call his name. Even if it has nothing to do with him, such as when he sees a bird on the mountain, even if Yimo is not around, he will say: Yimo, fly.

On this day, when Liu Yan was squatting by the stream to watch the tadpoles, he said to himself again: Yimo, hide. What he meant was that the tadpoles got into the water plants and couldn't see them. Yimo stood behind him, and when she heard the words, she couldn't help pulling Liu Yan's shoulder, pulling him up, and turning to face him.

Liu Yan was stupid. He was suddenly pulled up, and he didn't know what to do. He still kept looking at the tadpole with his head down, not knowing how to raise his face.

Yimo clamped his chin, forcing him to raise his face, looking into those innocent eyes, and asked, "Why do you call me every time?"

Liu Yan looked at him stupidly, and seemed to understand his question, but also didn't seem to understand. He only looked at the good-looking face, his lips moved for a long time, as if he wanted to answer something, but he couldn't say it. Finally, he held back for a long time. , and only choked out two words: Yimo.

"Yimo," Liu Yan said, raising his arms around his neck, the boy's thin body pressed against his chest, and said, "Yimo."

No matter how Yimo asked or tried, Liu Yan only opened a pair of dull and innocent eyes, calling him again and again: "Yimo."

He said these two words very clearly, with his tongue against his lower teeth, his lips flattened, and he slowly called out his surname, then pursed his lips and parted them again, spit out his name.

"Imo," he called, his voice murmured, full of attachment, like words of love.

Yimo closed his eyes, wondering if he was really stupid or fake. Finally, he opened his eyes, and he had nothing to say. He hugged the young man in front of him and whispered, "You fool."

After hearing this, Liu Yan buried it in front of his chest. After a long time, he mumbled something and said something he had never said before.

Liu Yan said, "You, no, like me, because I'm stupid, right?"

It was the first time he said such a long sentence, and he said it intermittently, but Yimo couldn't help but startled. In the past few years, he never said that he didn't like him, and of course, he never said that he liked him.

Such a stupid child, Yimo couldn't do it, and overlapped him with the Shen Qingxuan in his mind. Such a smart Shen Qingxuan, even if he was reincarnated as Ji Jiu, he would still be smart and even more graceful. Where else, can the fool in front of him be able to compare? If it weren't for the increasingly similar eyebrows and eyes, and the grain of cinnabar on his chest, Yimo hardly knew how to convince himself that this fool was the person he was looking for.

All can do is take care of him and be nice to him. More, but can't do it. Yimo admitted that he resisted and resisted this silly Liuyan.

This kind of conflict is even more intense every time he meets the pair of eyes that are no longer agile.

But he didn't know when it started. The seemingly stupid Liu Yan already knew his resistance. In his simple thinking, this resistance was transformed into a more direct "dislike".

Seeing that he didn't answer, Liu Yan lowered his head and stopped talking. Without one soul and one soul, he is stupider than ordinary people, and his movements are slow and slow, so even if he is sad, he will not express it. He just lowered his head, like a young animal that had lost its shelter, helpless in the face of the reality in front of him.

In the end, Yimo hugged him, bowed his head and kissed the top of his hair, and whispered, "No dislike."

Liu Yan didn't respond for a long time, Yimo knew that no matter what he did, he was slow and waited quietly. The stream was gurgling, the forest wind shook the treetops, and in the lush green, a man in a black robe hugged the boy in front of him, both of them were motionless, Liu Yan hooked his neck and snuggled against his chest. It's sunny, how sad.

After a long time, Liu Yan said, "I'm stupid, so I all, no, like me."

Yimo frowned and asked, "No one likes you?"

After another long time, Liu Yan replied, "Father, mother, Yimo."

Yimo was stunned, a little disbelieving. He was only four years old when he carried him up the mountain, and most children should not remember things so early. How could this fool remember so clearly?

Yimo asked again: "Do you remember the past? Your mother, your father?"

Liu Yan turned his dull mind hard to answer him: "Father, mother, it's not good. Yimo, it's good." He grabbed Yimo's clothes and said stupidly: "I don't like it, fool, Yimo is also good."

With just those words, Yimo suddenly felt sad and asked him, "How am I?"

Liu Yan affirmed: "Okay."

Yimo asked again, "Do you like me?"

Liu Yan said, "I like it."

It was hard to tell what the reason was, Yimo lowered his head and said, "I don't like fools."

This was the first time he saw Liu Yan cry. From birth to now, Liu Yan has never cried, but today he did. He folded the arm that was hooked around his neck and hung it by his side, then looked at Yimo's eyes, the round eyes were filled with water mist, condensed into beads, and fell down one by one. He opened his mouth, but did not cry. Silently, even crying, like a complete fool.

Yimo watched his tears quietly, not knowing why he said such a thing or why, seeing him cry, his annoyance was relieved a lot.

With his fingers dipped in tears, Yimo put it in his mouth and licked it, salty and astringent.

The fool was still shedding tears. A lot of rainwater ran out of his eyes without a word, and two water marks were brushed on his white face. The water droplets hung on his chin, and he kept running to the ground.

After crying for a long time, Yimo took him into his arms again and took him home. All the time, there was no sound of comfort.

Tired of crying, Liu Yan curled up on the bed and fell asleep. Yimo sat beside him and looked at the face that was crying in his sleep. After watching for a long time, he said to himself in a low voice: "This is the third time you have cried for me."

Waking up the next day, the fool was sitting on the bed, hugging his knees, his red and swollen eyes were still full of water mist, and tears kept streaming down, as if the tears that had been stored over the years had finally found a gap, pouring out to consume do. Yimo dressed him, he was crying, Yimo tied his hair, he was still crying, the water droplets could not be wiped off when he was washing, and Liu Yan's eyes were swollen and couldn't open when feeding.

Finally, Yimo said: "It's very ugly."

Liu Yan looked at him crying.

Yimo said: "I lied to you." He reached out and touched the red and swollen eyes, Yimo sighed softly: "I want to be a fool too."

Liu Yan didn't understand the meaning of what he said, and was still crying silently, Yimo rubbed his head, hugged Liu Yan into his arms, hugged him tightly for a while, and then he coldly threatened: "Cry again. I don't want you anymore."

After a while, Liu Yan's tears stopped.

Yimo said, "Don't cry in the future."

Liu Yan cuddled against his chest, as if he was so afraid that he would not want him, clutching his shirt tightly, nodding straight.

Seeing this, Yimo patted him on the back and comforted him carefully, but he still didn't know how stupid he was. Said he was stupid, but remembered it so early, said he was not stupid, but he was downright stupid, and he could cry for a day with just one sentence.

Silly Shen Qingxuan, Yimo thought about it, and felt that it wasn't too bad.

Emer said, "You fool."

Liu Yan raised his head, wondering why he called himself.

Yimo said: "The eyes are swollen, ugly, and very ugly."

Liu delays bluntly to understand, knowing that he despises him again, he aggrievedly pulls the front of his shirt, puts his face close, and says, "Yimo, dear, it hurts."

Yimo smiled, kissed his eyelid, and then kissed the right eyelid that was brought up, and asked, "Where else is the pain."

Liu Yan was stunned for a while before he could answer his question, and he said intermittently, "Yimo, no, I like it, fool, I am here, it hurts." He grabbed his hand, put it on his heart, and recognized it. Seriously and honestly tell him: "Here, it hurts."

The skin under his hands was warm, no longer thin and bony, with a soft and smooth touch, Imo paused, his fingers scratched on the vermilion in his heart, and whispered: "Then it will be more painful..."

As he said, he kissed his ear and said word by word, "It hurts more for me. I feel more comfortable when you hurt."

Liu Yan looked at him madly, lowered his head again, and looked at the slender fingers scratching on his chest for a moment. Although he didn't understand, he agreed: "Okay."

Because of his sincere promise, Yimo looked at him for a long time, and finally said, "Fool."