Cub, daddies want you to be good

Chapter 8

In the room where Fu Wan lived, there were several pots of indigo in full bloom neatly placed on the window sill.

The lush cold blue flowers bloom quietly in the silent night, looking like melancholy blue clouds from a distance.

After Luo Yu said that, Fu Wan turned his head to look at the flowers on the windowsill.

The man noticed Fu Wan's gaze, suddenly suppressed his smile, and said, "This flower is not good, I will change it to something else tomorrow."

"..." Fu Wan frowned and said grumpily, "I think it's pretty good."

Luo Yu hooked his lips into a smile, and his long and narrow eyes had vivid arcs, without the unattainable indifference before, appearing gentle.

However, he smiled again and again, pretending to be serious, and said: "Shanmulan is too indifferent, and also melancholy. This kind of melancholy flower is so similar to Fu Wan's children. If you keep it, it will spoil you."

"I won't be affected." Seeing the seriousness of the man, Fu Wan spoke a little faster and said, "Why are you so superstitious? It's just flowers..."

Luo Yu saw his nervousness, and smiled again in his eyes, but reluctantly agreed on his face, saying: "Then keep it for now, and change it when you don't like it."

In fact, Shanmulan has a meaning: it is said that it can make the person you care about go through life and death with you, which means life and death together.

When Luo Yu bought this flower at the beginning, he thought that Fuwan always looks lonely and has nothing to worry about. The past experience is too bitter, even an adult who has received special training may not be able to bear it. The experience made Fu Wan so withdrawn.

He doesn't seem to have anything he likes, and no one to miss. The world is not attractive to the boy at all, except for the only desire to "read books".

Shan Mulan is so like him.

At that time, Luo Yu thought, if Fuwan had Shanmulan, one day he would grow up, have someone he cared about, live and die with the person he cared about, and grow old together, so he wouldn't be so lonely .

But this kind of thinking is too long-term, and it is not suitable for children to listen to. Flower language is a non-existent existence, and it may not be realized.

Luo Yu bought Shanmulan later, just thinking that this flower is melancholic and beautiful, and it will be the type that Fu Wan likes.And he did guess right.

Fu Wan likes those potted flowers very much, they are cold and blue, which makes people feel calm.When he was in the hospital before, he always went to see the roses and sunflowers in the garden. He should like flowers.

After looking at the flowers for a while, Luo Yu went out and twisted a hot towel, and came back to wipe his face with Fu Wan.

It was still a face-wiping action with great disparity in speed and strength. The fu bowl was pressed and wiped twice. He was so fierce that he couldn't beat anyone, and he was in a bad mood and didn't speak.

But Luo Yu won't give up the previous topic just because he looks bad-tempered. When it's time to talk about some things, it's pointless to pretend to be stupid.

The man refilled the Fuwan with a glass of sugar water, and after handing it over, he asked, "What time is the normal meal time?"

Fu Wan was stunned for a moment, and pressed her thin lips tightly, wondering whether to answer or not.

"You just ate one zongzi today, you didn't eat it at noon, and you vomited all you ate at night. You don't have energy intake, how do you survive?" Luo Yu looked very calm, but his tone was very gentle.

Fu Wan was silent for a moment, and said: "It's not that serious. If you eat a certain amount of rice and medicine at two o'clock in the morning, you won't die. I digest very slowly, and I can carry it for 19 hours."

"What's the meaning of this kind of training?" Luo Yu's eyes were cold, but he lowered his voice subconsciously.

Fu Wan obviously didn't expect him to ask this question. After thinking about it, he said coldly: "Tool man needs strength as well as patience. The tool man who can ignore physiological instinct is the strongest."

Luo Yu instantly understood.

Those who want to cultivate a tool man whose ability is far superior to that of an intelligent robot and also possesses infinite battery life of a robot, that is, a super race, then controlling and suppressing physiological instinct needs is the most basic training.

"Can you tell me how you did it?" Luo Yu asked.

Upon hearing this, Fu Wan turned his head away, frowned and said, "I'll get used to it after a long time."

He was obviously unwilling to answer this question, and his breath was much more restless than before.

However, Luo Yu was not easily persuaded by him.

"I have received the most intensive training in the camp. This kind of training that forcibly reduces appetite and sleep is definitely not something you can get used to just by time." The man's voice suddenly became a little hoarse, and he asked in a low voice: "Do you hate it?" Eat and sleep, right?"

Fu Wan's indifferent eyes suddenly changed, and an inexplicable anger rose in his heart.

Without saying a word, he swung his fist and smashed Luo Yu's chest. At that moment, he even lost the ability to think.

All that remains is the irritability of being pitied and sympathized with.

But the fist that should have been stopped still hit the man's chest, causing Luo Yu to snort.

Fu Wan's strength was enormous, a random punch was almost equal to the combined strength of ten ordinary adult men, but Luo Yu forcibly held it back, except for the muffled groan, his expression didn't even change.

Fu Wan's mood became even worse, he couldn't tell whether it was regret or anger, he frowned and wanted to withdraw his hand, but Luo Yu squeezed his fist.

The warm palm was wide and firmly wrapped around his fist, and with a soothing force, he pulled his hand and let it go.

Luo Yu smiled softly, his voice was low, but his eyes were sincere.

"I didn't want to make Fuwan kid angry, and I didn't sympathize with that completely unnecessary emotion. I just guessed something and wanted to confirm it with you."

"What's the point of knowing?" Fu Wan's tone was domineering, but his peach blossom eyes were unreasonably red because of the impact of anger and annoyance.

It is impossible for him to cry, and he has never cried before, but that appearance, in the eyes of a man, is stubborn and fragile, which is far more distressing than the obvious emotional weakness.

Even at this time, Luo Yu was still calm. He held Fu Wan's fist lightly and lightly. He only felt that the fist in his palm was extremely small, with protruding joints, and a little bit annoying, cute and sad.

"I have to know the real reason why you eat so little, so I can decide how to raise the children next, don't I?"

"Don't you just know when I eat?" Fu Wan seemed to have thought of something, a deep hostility appeared in his brows and eyes, and a bit of disgust was faintly revealed in his cold eyes.

It was a resistance to the nightmare of the past, so much resistance that I didn't want to mention it.

Luo Yu's heart was astringent, bitter and painful, but he looked at Fu Wan like this, and asked so much. If he didn't ask the end, Fu Wan would be tortured by this habit all his life, so it's not worth it.

Fu Wan originally thought that Luo Yu would give up. In the past, men had a certain amount of advance and retreat. If he didn't say anything, the other party would not force him. But this time, it was obviously different.

Luo Yu seems to be an indifferent person, powerful and arrogant. Even if he is full of positive energy and can bring hope to many people, he is still unattainable. It is the arrogance that has been honed through countless sufferings and comes out from the bottom of his bones. He can see He looks sunny and gentle, but no one thinks that he can tolerate other people's character without a bottom line.

But at this moment, the man looked at him intently, without any barriers, without any pride, and smiled very warmly.

Fu Wan lowered his head in resistance, his black and soft hair was snorted twice by a big hand, and he smoothed it comfortingly.

He clenched one hand into a fist and was held by Luo Yu, so he had to use the other hand to open the big hand above his head, turned his head away, and the other party came over persistently and patted him on the back with moderate force.

Fu Wan raised his head and stared fiercely, and saw Luo Yu smiling at him calmly.

Those light-colored eyes seemed to contain a thousand words, filled with deep and shallow tenderness and concern, but there was no sympathy.

The young man was a little discouraged, lowered his head, did not resist, pursed his lips and did not speak.

Luo Yu just patted the young man on the back. After a long time, he felt that Fu Wan was not as irritable as before, so he said in a hoarse voice:

"Everyone has different life experiences, dark and bright, but it doesn't mean that they will exist in your life and affect you for a lifetime."

Luo Yu let go of Fu Wan's hand, patiently rubbed his tightly clenched fist, and smoothed his slender fingers one by one. Then, with that bony hand, he ripped off his pajamas casually, while Put that hand on your belly.

There was a particularly deep scar there, bumpy to the touch, as if cut with a sharp weapon.Judging by the depth and width of the scars, it is almost impossible for the injured to survive.

Fu Wan's fingers trembled, he squeezed his lips tightly, then withdrew his hand suddenly, and squeezed his fingers tightly.

Luo Yu didn't stop him, he just buttoned up his buttons and said softly:

"When I was 20 years old, I went out on a special mission for the first time. There was a traitor in the team. The whole team was ambushed and fought hard in the mountains for two months. In the end, the brothers around me couldn't bear it anymore and died. Became a prisoner, endured it for half a month, desperately killed the head of the opposite party, buried the explosives. The remaining people were killed by the explosives, and his abdomen was also cut. There is no good meat on his body, and the internal organs can be seen .

I escaped from the mountains that night, and a forest ranger took me in.There were no medical facilities around. He thought I was going to die, so after bandaging me, he gave me half a bottle of spirits. "

Hearing this, Fu Wan finally raised his head.

Luo Yu smiled heartily and said: "The moon was very round that night. I drank wine and my throat was burning. When the old man asked my name and address, I remembered that I hadn't been home for almost five years. I told him Many, my brother's death, my brother's last wish, but I didn't mention myself, but at that time, I felt that I could survive. I promised my brother that I would bring them back to their hometown and settle down their families. Go back on your word."

Luo Yu said, took the cup on the bedside table, touched it, felt that the water was not so hot, then handed it to Fu Wan, and said: "Living is always not easy, but if you have the opportunity, you have to live, and even more so. Live well. It is not worth giving up the possibility of getting better for the hard things in the past.”

Luo Yu's tone of voice was very calm, and he didn't see many negative emotions, but it was such a calm and calm, positive force that made people feel very at ease.

Fu Wan understood the hidden meaning in the man's words, and his face was faint, as if he was thinking.

After a long time, he looked away and said softly: "If you want the child to stop eating, it's very simple. First, feed him every day until he's full, until he vomits all the food, and then continue to stuff the food until he faints and wakes up. Keep stuffing. After a long time, even if he is about to starve to death, he won’t want any food if given.”

Fu Wan's indifferent voice was actually a bit crisp, with the milky air unique to teenagers, but because it was too calm, it seemed arrogant and unreachable.

He clearly said extremely cruel words, but his words were calm.

"Use the same method if you don't sleep. Force him to sleep, 24 hours a day. If you don't sleep, you will be knocked out. Physical punishment. It doesn't take half a year. If you let him sleep, he will feel sick."

The smile on Luo Yu's face has all disappeared, and his eyes are cold and gloomy, with no glint of light showing.

When Fu Wan looked over, he found that the man's originally light eyes were slightly bloodshot, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging, which was obviously a precursor to violent anger.

Fu Wan suddenly felt unhappy.

What he shouldn't have said, these things have already passed, there is no need to tell Luo Yu to make the man angry.

He was forcibly fed until he vomited, and he was fed until he didn't want to eat anymore. It was a disgusting experience. How could such a positive person like Luo Yu let him know these things?

Fu Wan clenched his fingers, a little regretful, he finally met Luo Yu, a person who seemed to be born in the sun, who radiated warmth everywhere he went, why compromise and say it?

But let him comfort, Fu Wan has no such experience.

In the end, he had no choice but to frown, stretch out his hand quietly, tug on Luo Yu's clothes, and then tug again.

Those two movements were very light, but they woke up the furious man. Like the tide receding, he quickly suppressed all the anger and hostility. In the blink of an eye, he returned to his usual calm and calm appearance.

But before Luo Yu could speak, the boy frowned, looked at him, and said weakly, "Don't be angry."

A faint sentence, it sounds a little soft.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Wan said another sentence, this time in a vicious voice, saying: "You asked me to say it yourself, you won't be happy if I don't, I was disgusting when I was a child..."

"It's not disgusting." Luo Yu immediately interrupted the young man's words. He bent down, supported Fu Wan's thin shoulders, looked at the young man, and said word by word: "It's not that Fu Wan is disgusting, you have no problem, it's them nausea."

"Then you're still angry..." Fu Wan muttered sullenly, but felt that he wasn't cool enough, so he pursed his lips and stopped talking.

Luo Yu was so distressed, took a deep breath, and explained in a warm voice: "I just feel sad because you have suffered that kind of suffering. This has nothing to do with pity. I am worried about you, so I feel distressed, just like ordinary sympathy. Totally different. Feeling angry because of the scum who abused you."

And scumbags are bound to end badly.

In fact, Luo Yu could have participated in the interrogation of those people a long time ago, but he chose to postpone it in order to learn from Fu Wan first.

He didn't want Fu Wan to come forward as a witness and tear open his bloody wounds for everyone to see. He could only choose this method to obtain information and ensure that none of the perpetrators would receive their due retribution.

However, listening to Fu Wan's words like this, he felt as if his heart was being clenched by an invisible hand, and he was suffocating with pain.

Fu Wan looked at Luo Yu's sad look, lowered his eyes, and said softly, "I won't die, I don't care anymore."

So, don't feel bad.

He couldn't say the next thing, and when his bad temper came up, he became a little fierce and said, "Sit back, I want to drink water."

Luo Yu stared at him deeply, paused, raised his hand and rubbed Fu Wan's head comfortingly, smiled softly with his lips curled up, then let go of his hand, and straightened his waist.

Seeing the man's smile, Fu Wan heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the cup and drank half of it in one go, even the unaccustomed sweet taste was not so strange.

This conversation is actually not direct, but for Fu Wan, it is already the greatest candor.He sat cross-legged on the bed, stepped back, and moved a little further away from Luo Yu, then looked at the man and said, "You can go back."

Luo Yu looked at his watch, and there were 23 minutes until one o'clock in the morning.

He talked about the time, then smiled and said, "The kid hasn't eaten, how can I go back?"

Fu Wan eats at two o'clock in the morning, and there is still more than an hour...

In the past, I used to climb wells in the middle of the night, listening to the sound and arguing, and the time passed very quickly. Now, even if Fu Wan wanted to continue climbing wells to pass the time, he had to have a well first.

Seeing the boy's embarrassment, Luo Yu curled his lips silently, took out his mobile phone and sent two messages to his friend who is a doctor. After receiving a response, he put away the mobile phone and asked, "You said earlier that you would go down to the well to fetch water in the middle of the night , Is it because you have been training at night?"

Using night as day, climbing wells in the middle of the night is not particularly difficult to guess.

Fu Wan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Luo Yu walked to the table on the other side, opened the drawer, took out a tablet, and said, "I know it would be hard to force you to sleep, and it's impossible to let you lie down. Before eating, play with yourself first." Play games for a while, or watch videos for a while, in short, don’t think about training.”

A tablet was stuffed in Fu Wan's hand, and he asked, "Can I read?"

"Do you want to read?" Luo Yu thought for a while, then brought Fu Wan's backpack over, and said, "If you feel uncomfortable sitting on the bed, go to the desk. I'll be back later."

With that said, he went out the door.

Fu Wan looked at his back, Luo Yu's previous expressions and words flashed in his mind again.

He turned his head subconsciously, looked at the cloud-like mountain tree blue on the window sill, retracted his gaze, took out the textbook, opened it, and suddenly found that the things that haunted him when he was a child had disappeared for the time being, and did not come out again upset him.

It made him feel a lot better.

***

As the night fell, Fu Wan sat on the head of the bed with his legs bent, holding a Chinese textbook, reciting ancient poems.

He quite liked this activity. Ancient poems are different from modern prose, with profound artistic conception and concise words, which don't require him to read too many sentences, which are simply too suitable for the non-talkative Fu Wan.

Of course, it is impossible for him to read modern texts, not in this life.If it wasn't for Luo Yu's constant teasing of him, Fu Wan might not be able to speak once a day.

"Take the bowl of longevity with Jun, and talk about Qingge in Baiyun."

Fu Wan likes this poem very much, the reason is very simple, because of this "bowl".Luo Yu recited this poem to him in the hospital.

Carrying behind his back, it was past one o'clock in the morning before he knew it, the door was pushed open again, and Luo Yu walked in with a bowl.

"It's time for dinner, hard-working kid." The man teased as he took the book away, and stuffed a wooden spoon into the bowl.

"What is this?" Fu Wan looked at the porridge in the bowl and stirred it with a spoon.

"Red dates, yam and glutinous rice porridge. The taste is very bland, try it." Luo Yu opened the book while speaking.

That bowl of porridge really looks pretty good, the small and exquisite red dates dotted on the smooth white and soft yam, and against the soft and thick porridge exuding a faint aroma, it looks very attractive.

Fuwan scooped a spoonful and put it in his mouth. The soft and warm porridge was quickly swallowed down the esophagus. It was not uncomfortable, or in other words, a little comfortable and comfortable.

Luo Yu observed his reaction without any trace, seeing that he was eating without any hindrance, he frowned and relaxed, turned around and sat in the chair by the bed, opened the book and began to read roughly.

The books that Luo Yu asked Chen Jing to send over were basically junior high school textbooks, with only a few high school books.

The book that Ke Fuwan is reading now is an extracurricular extended reading for the second year of high school.

Luo Yu has always known that the young man's learning ability is amazing, but he didn't expect that after more than two weeks of self-study, Fu Wan has already learned the level of high school by himself.

"Can you understand what you learned in high school?" Luo Yu asked.

"Yes." Fu Wan nodded.

He had learned it secretly in the dungeon, but he didn't have a professional education, so he couldn't figure out a lot of common sense and advanced knowledge.

Luo Yu had the bottom line in his mind, and asked again: "Which class is more difficult?"

"Physics." Fu Wan was annoyed when he thought of this, because when he saw the textbook, he remembered those researchers staring at him to calculate the speed of climbing the well. The speed is also accurate to the second.

Because of this, Fu Wan didn't want to read that physics textbook at all.

Luo Yu glanced at the boy's cold expression, took out his pen and began to highlight the blank textbook and take notes.

As for how the teacher will evaluate this textbook when he turns back, it is out of Luo Yu's consideration.

That night, Fu Wan was urged by Luo Yu to finish his porridge, and after feeling no discomfort in his stomach, he got up and moved around for a while, then was escorted back to sleep.

Just like that night in the hospital ward, Luo Yu sat by the bed and watched him sleep. Maybe Luo Yu was too powerful and fierce, so he didn’t dare to come to find the incense bowl in his nightmares. It's cool and cold, so that the children can sleep peacefully and have a good night's sleep.

***

The next day, Luo Yu really followed the agreement, explained the cram school to Fu Wan, and sent him to the school in person.

It was actually a cram school for senior ones run by Chenghua High School, the purpose of which was to give senior ones who voluntarily participated in the tutoring a chance to improve themselves or fill in gaps.

Luo Yu originally planned to send Fu Wan to the cram school for top students, but Chenghua High School has always divided classes according to grades, and Fu Wan has not officially entered the school. Although Luo Yu can definitely send him in, the students below may not be right What did Fu Wan say?At that time, if it affects Fu Wan, it will not be worth the loss.

On the other hand, Fu Wan listened to Luo Yu's explanation, and asked calmly, "Do you think I can't learn well in the bad class?"

Luo Yu laughed, rubbed Fu Wan's head, and looked at the frowning proud kid, completely relieved.

Because of being secretly rubbed on the head, Fu Wan bad-temperedly refused Luo Yu to accompany him to the classroom, frowning and driving away.

"I can do it." He said seriously.

"With so many strangers, you will feel uncomfortable." Luo Yu tried to save him.

"...Do I go to kindergarten?" Fu Wan asked expressionlessly.

The class teacher, who was nearly thirty years old, coughed solemnly and silently reminded the pair of cool dudes who didn't look like father and son at all and didn't get along with brothers at all, it's time for class.

Luo Yu's name is still well known in Chenghua High School. After all, he is the alumnus with the most outstanding achievements. Even after several years, he is still Chenghua's pride.

Luo Yu received the hint and said regretfully, "Then after school, you have to wait for me at school."

The cram school dismisses at [-]:[-] pm.

"You can come back at 4:50." Fu Wan said.

"why?"

"There are too many people." Fu Wan turned his head and said.

The reason...whether it feels that there are too many people in the school gate is too crowded, or if there are too many people, it will be seen, it is not known.

Luo Yu didn't expose him, and agreed with a smile with lowered eyes, fixedly took a look at Fu Wan, and walked away.

The homeroom teacher looked at the man's crisp and neat appearance, and was also a little puzzled.

Why didn't you say goodbye?Father and son are not like father and son, brothers are not like brothers, and friends are not like friends. They don't even say hello. It's really a combination of cool guys.

Fu bowls are commonplace.He seldom said goodbye to Luo Yu. Goodbye was a farewell word, and he didn't like it.

***

On this day, a very indifferent young man came to the cram school of Class [-] and [-] of Chenghua Senior High School. The students who were fishing underneath were dismissive, but he introduced himself and looked up...

"Which fucking school girl is this girl disguised as a man?" Yan Gou Chen Yiyan, the current school bully of Chenghua High School in the last row at the bottom, trembled slightly while playing games.

The little brother Fu Yang next to him stretched out his leg and kicked him, reminding him in a low voice, "Brother Yan, drool!!!"

Xiao Nianyu, the female squad leader, gave him a speechless look and said, "No matter how good-looking he is, he's still a boy. Didn't you see his Adam's apple? He's a cool guy, not a beauty."

"I'm in love... so fucking handsome QAQ" Mo Hanhan, the labor committee member, is a girl who looks quite weak, but speaks quite tough.

Fu Wan is good at listening to voices and debating positions, and his hearing is extremely sensitive, and he listened to the discussions below in a short while.

He is still wearing a loose sweater today, with a hood on the back, black denim trousers and sneakers underneath, a very common outfit, but it still stands out a bit compared to a room full of students wearing school uniforms.

Fu Wan glanced at the classroom, took the chalk from Li Mu, the head teacher, with a blank expression, paused for a second, and wrote his name on the blackboard.

The next moment, all the praise of the handsome guy in the audience stopped abruptly.

"Fuck, kinda... kinda cute?" Chen Yiyan put down his phone, stared at the two fat and round fonts, and began to study.

Mo Hanhan was dying, Brother Ku wrote such a cute word, she couldn't remember herself a little bit.

"...Actually, it's also a kind of personality for a handsome guy to write small round characters." Class monitor Xiao Nianyu tried to win respect for the cool guy.

Fu Wan didn't have a clear understanding of his own handwriting, he just said calmly: "My name is Fu Wan, please give me your advice."

The second half of the sentence was added by Luo Yu, and he didn't intend to say it at first.

Li Mu took the lead in applauding, said a few words of routine to welcome new students, and said: "Fu Wan, you sit in the last row, next to Chen Yiyan."

Fu Wan glanced at the only vacant seat, took his schoolbag and sat down.