MTL - Dear Mr. Lu-Chapter 2
Luo Wencheng almost jumped up.
Anyone who is stared at by such cold and silent eyes, as if looking at a dead person, will be shocked, let alone when he finds out that the other party has only one eye!
Oh, it should be said that only his left eye is exposed, and his right eye is covered by an eye patch.
At night, in the cold wind, there was a powerful one-eyed man who casually said that he wanted the life of a certain person.
Even the car accident below may be related to the other party.
Luo Wencheng had a feeling that he would be silenced in the next moment.
He felt that his luck was simply terrible.
If he had known that such a thing would happen, he might as well have been stripped naked by Luo Wenjun and thrown into the street.
Deathly silence.
Three seconds later, it was Luo Wencheng who moved first, he said with a hoarse voice, embarrassedly, "You, hello."
"Do you have anything to eat?"
"I, can I ask you for a little?"
He looked at the bag in the man's hand that was not holding the phone, as if he hadn't heard the previous paragraph at all, he swallowed eagerly and helplessly.
The one-eyed man looked at him for a while, hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket, and took a step towards Luo Wencheng. Luo Wencheng couldn't help but move back. Unexpectedly, he squatted for too long, his feet became numb, and he hit a raised floor tile. , he fell back, and the fall was a little funny.
Two carved wooden walnuts rolled out of the paper bag, and one of them gurgled to the man's feet.
The man paused, bent down to pick it up, and found that it was a walnut, but after a closer look, he realized that it was a fake. It was carved from ordinary wood, and the lines were very simple and natural, and it was round and lovely to the touch, just like the real one. Same.
"Did you do it yourself?" He asked suddenly, his voice was actually very peaceful, not as harsh as before.
Luo Wencheng was surprised, begging for food was nothing but a solution, hoping to show weakness and make the other party look down on him so that he would let himself go.
Didn't expect to get a response.
His thoughts turned quickly, and he nodded: "Yeah, it's been engraved for almost a year, and I planned to give it to someone, who knows..." Luo Kaifang likes Wenwan walnuts, especially lion heads. He can't afford them. He, he practiced carving hard in prison, and it took three years to carve such a pair. Just before rebirth, he sent this, but Luo Kaifang naturally swept it away with extreme disgust.
For Luo Wencheng, it was a memory of more than ten years ago, but the embarrassment of being trampled on for many years still surfaced in his heart. A look of indifference flashed in his eyes, but he said sadly and anxiously: "Do you like it? Give it to you." , just, just give me something to eat."
Men don't like this kind of small things to play with. In fact, he doesn't have any hobbies, but the person hiding behind the trash can is emaciated and shivering, wearing an oversized suit, like a child who has stolen an adult's clothes, and even more so. Coincidentally, at this time, the other party's stomach was still making a rumbling sound, and he shrank against his stomach shyly, shrinking even smaller, at a loss for what to do.
The man suddenly remembered the old cat at home. When he first picked up the cat, the little thing was also shrunk into a ball and hid in the tattered cardboard box. He went in his hind legs, and when he heard the sound of footsteps, he quietly stuck his head out, looking at you with wet and pitiful eyes, expecting and shrinking.
But the old cat is now old and has a very bad temper. He hasn't gone back after dark, and he will be scratched by it after a while.
The man was not in a good mood tonight, but at this moment his eyes softened a little. After thinking about it, he walked over.
Luo Wencheng didn't get a response for a long time, thinking to himself if he was pretending too much, the footsteps suddenly approached, he hoped that the other party would just walk by, despise himself, ignore himself, just walk by like this.
But the pair of leather shoes, which looked extremely expensive at first glance, stopped in front of him, Luo Wencheng thought about it, followed by the soft sound of plastic bags rubbing against each other, and a bag appeared in front of his eyes.
Luo Wencheng raised his head in surprise, the man standing in front of him looked even taller, bent slightly, loosened his hand, and the walnut in his hand and the bag fell into Luo Wencheng's arms.
Luo Wencheng caught it blankly, and opened it to see a bag of cat biscuits, a bag of dried fish, and a bag of milk.
It's all for cats.
Although it is for cats, the brand is very big. When Luo Wencheng was the second young master Luo, he followed Luo Kaifang to a uncle’s house. The cats raised by his wife seemed to eat this brand of cat food. The reason why I still remember it is because He also secretly snatched it from that arrogant Persian cat.
Remember the taste is not bad.
"Give it to me?"
Luo Wencheng was a little dazed, this cold and mysterious one-eyed man didn't silence himself who overheard him, kicked him over, gave him a cold look and walked away, but actually gave him something to eat?
Although it's just cat food.
Luo Wencheng couldn't believe it. He glanced at the man and then again. He didn't know that his eyes were shining brightly in the dark. He really looked like a small animal checking for danger, with a vigilant and silly look on his face. .
The man hooked his lips: "Don't forget it."
"Yes! Yes!" Luo Wencheng didn't hesitate any longer, took a big gulp of the milk, and the cold liquid poured into his stomach made him shiver, but the taste was really mellow, so he opened the bag of biscuits and grabbed a handful. The taste is a bit strange, but it is also delicious to chew.
He hasn't eaten much since a few days ago. He probably knows that he is going to be released from prison. His inmates who have been making trouble for him for the past three years have made things even more difficult for him. Who wouldn't? But seeing that he was about to be released from prison, he didn't dare to cause trouble, so he could only endure it all the time, and he was almost out of shape from hunger.
When he was released from prison today, he only had in his pocket a hundred or so dollars that he had saved up so hard in prison. He bought a delicate paper bag for wood carvings, found a bathhouse to wash his hair and clean himself up, and used the rest of the money to fight , because the prison was too far away from the Luo family, and he was eager to return home.
When he arrived at Luo's house, he had to wait for a long time, and then there was a flurry of jumping around. He didn't even drink a mouthful of hot water. If he hadn't been strong-willed, he would have fainted from hunger.
The one-eyed man leaned against the opposite railing, watching Luo Wencheng gobble it up with great interest, and inexplicably, his mood was like a crumpled leaf, unfolding bit by bit.
Luo Wencheng's stomach was half full, and then he remembered that there was another person on the opposite side. He raised his head and found that the man was looking at him, but he didn't know if it was because of the light behind him. The one-eyed eye is bottomless and the sight is scattered. Although it is staring at its own direction, the focus does not know where it falls at all.
Luo Wencheng suddenly felt that this man was dressed expensively and looked extraordinary, and seemed to have a lot of status, but at this moment he looked so lonely, and the cold aura exuding from his body made him seem to be outside this world.
After eating other people's food, Luo Wencheng couldn't help asking: "Sir, is there anything unhappy about you?"
The man slowly retracted his gaze, and the one-eyed person stared at the person in front of him who looked up and asked himself. Although he was thin and embarrassed, he looked good, and his pair of light amber eyes were clear and pure, which was exactly like the person in his memory. There is a bit of resemblance.
But that person's pupils are a little darker and brighter than his eyes...
The man thought to himself that he must not be used to monocular eyes, and he was almost hallucinating.
He was joking, more like saying to himself: "I am waiting for someone, but unfortunately I may never be able to wait."
