It was past twelve o'clock when Wen Xiaohui left. He didn't know whether Luo Yi was asleep or was ready to eat. When he arrived at the villa, he found that the lights on the third and fourth floors were still on.
He opened the door and went in, humming a song and went to the kitchen to get plates and cups, put the supper on the tray, and brought them up one by one.
On the third floor, Wen Xiaohui pushed open the empty door with his elbow: "Luo Yi, I brought a midnight snack, you haven't slept yet." He entered the room and saw that Luo Yi's computer was on, but no one was in the room. .
He went to the bathroom to take a look, and there was no one, strange, could it be on the fourth floor?
He put down his supper and went to the fourth floor.
After being here for so long, he has never been to a room on the fourth floor. Luo Yi said that the fourth floor is a warehouse, which contains all sorts of things. As long as you refer to the current situation of Luo Yi's room, you can imagine what the warehouse looks like. , So he was never curious.
The door on the fourth floor was also concealed. Wen Xiaohui knocked on the door and pushed it open: "Luo Yi, here I am..."
The "warehouse" on the fourth floor turned out to be a very large room, indeed, as Luo Yi said, it was full of messy things, but what attracted Wen Xiaohui at a glance was the picture of the middle-aged man made into a target shape on the wall.
Luo Yi was looking for something with his back facing him. He turned his head abruptly when he heard the sound. His eyes were as sharp and vicious as a falcon, and Wen Xiaohui froze with fright.
Luo Yi saw that it was him, and his expression immediately returned to normal, but he was obviously a little blunt: "Why are you here?"
"I'm drinking nearby and want to bring you a supper..." Wen Xiaohui felt lingering in his heart. Luo Yi's eyes really scared him at that moment, as if he had done something wrong and saw something he shouldn't know. secret.
Luo Yi came over, turned off the lights, and brought the door: "Go, go downstairs."
Wen Xiaohui silently recalled the target just now, there are many obvious arrow holes in the photo...
Luo Yi suddenly said, "Yes, that's the person."
Wen Xiaohui excited, and whispered: "You hate him very much." He wanted to ask why, but he knew that Luo Yi would probably not answer. He was even more afraid that Luo Yi would answer, but the answer made him unacceptable. The closer he gets to Luo Yi's life and heart, the more he feels that Luo Yi's mind is very deep and complicated. It is far more profound than ordinary people of the same age, no, even more profound than many adults. It seems not only because Luo Yi is smarter, but also because His mysterious life experience.
Luo Yi said without turning his head, "I don't hate him."
"..."
"He's just an eyesore."
"I do not understand what you mean."
Luo Yi stood at the corner of the stairs, chuckled lightly, turned his head, and looked at Wen Xiaohui quietly, his pupils dark: "His existence makes me feel very embarrassing."
Wen Xiaohui suddenly felt a little bit cold in his hands and feet, more than once, Luo Yi's occasional expressions, eyes, or words made him feel unfamiliar and made him suspect that this boy was not what he knew. But 99.9% of the time, Luo Yi is so good, no one is different. Those few moments should be trivial, but they always impressed him.
Luo Yi waved at him: "Come on, let's have supper."
Wen Xiaohui began to feel sorry for Luo Yi again. He couldn't imagine what Luo Yi had experienced in his childhood, so he would say that his biological father shot arrows on the photograph of his biological father, and he rarely mentioned his mother. He thought at first that he was really tall. The human brain circuit of IQ is different from theirs. The mother committed suicide but felt that she was relieved. Looking back now, he felt that Luo Yi did not seem to be sad, as if there was no such mother, it had no effect. He couldn't say what it was like in his heart, and he couldn't even blame Luo Yi for having no conscience, because Yaya was obviously not a qualified mother.