Dow and Carbon-Based Monkey Breeding Guidelines

Chapter 888 Interrogation

Luo Binhan didn't expect to eat ice cream.He can go to the dessert shop to chat about family affairs with Luo Jiaotian, a male college student who has never stepped into the society at first glance, but it seems a bit unreasonable to walk into the manager's office with a vanilla ice cream cone.It's hard to imagine Nan Mingguang's expression when he sees him like this, so he hasn't eaten in Lihai City for a while.

"I don't really want to eat it," he explained, his face wrinkled from the sourness of the gooseberries.But Yu Qingshu didn't listen at all, but stared at an ice cream truck in the corner of the square.When they went to line up, Luo Binhan felt a little embarrassed, but there was even an old lady with gray hair in the front line, and he was relieved immediately.Yu Qingshu also bought a cup for herself, and then sat on a bench in the square to eat.

Few pedestrians looked at them, everyone was busy with their own business, talking, shopping or looking for signs.These noises both amuse Luo Binhan and trouble him at the same time.On the Silence he never thought he could see, and Momolo always saw farther than he did, and he dared not say he knew what Thorn saw.Until now, as he sat silently in a city public space, various noises from his own kind made him feel a little dizzy.His sense of hearing has become sharper, but obviously the screening and processing of the brain have not kept up.

He could even hear the children at the farthest corner of the square fighting with each other, and one of them said something inelegant (he learned it from Yu Xiaorong), and the person who took care of him stopped him immediately.Near the fountain in the center of the square, a pair of buskers tune their musical instruments.A curly-haired girl in a purple turban is stringing a zither on her lap; a boy next to her who looks three or four years younger holds a clarinet.

Luo Binhan observed them and felt that they were not like lovers, but more like siblings.When they started to perform, pedestrians gradually gathered by the fountain, blocking Luo Binhan's view.All he could hear was a cheerful, passionate tune, the sort of music a carnival parade would have on a parade of floats, filling the high splashes of the fountain.The sun shone on the top of the spring like flowing gold boulders.Ah, how beautiful it all is, those old days...

He preferred not to mention it.There is no point in arguing about blame, and digging into the details will only cause more embarrassment.No, actually he shouldn't have said that, because there is indeed betrayal here, and there is indeed right and wrong here.Using the phrase "it's all over" can only save him from his own troubles, from his own fears and anxieties.Since it wasn't good for his life, he just let it go.He didn't do it consciously, it's just human instinct, an instinct to adapt to survival.

It's hard to remember when the daylight disappeared from the top of the spring, and he felt that it was just a daze.The tune has changed, and the pedestrians have also changed several dials.He and Yu Qingshu seemed to have said a lot, but he couldn't remember a single word.Yu Qingshu stroked the top of his skull, and said in detail how she made many decisions at the beginning: how she expected the custody judgment made by the local court to be unfavorable to her; people; go to the orphanage where she grew up and ask if she has any so-called friends with mental problems... It was not only a low point in her emotional life, because she and the whole family knew each other so much that there were some things she would never know. Can't figure out who did it.

"You are the eldest grandson." Her voice was so soft that she hardly resembled herself. "Your grandparents will take good care of you. You will receive the best educational resources and living treatment."

Luo Binhan and she looked at each other with the same reserved and slightly playful smile on their faces. "I'm not competent enough," Luo Binhan said bluntly, "It seems that I can't be the light of the family."

"I didn't have anything at the time," Yu Qingshu said in a low voice, "connections, income, relatives... I myself have been away from the industry for too long, so I can only consult my colleagues from long ago. They all wanted to help me as much as possible, but they didn't The lawsuit was not so simple. At that time, Liu Ling called me all night... She was the first to persuade me to give up. She told me to stay away from there and go to a place where those people could not reach, saying that she had money on hand. A temporary internal referral spot appeared, and she managed to keep it for me. But it was only temporary, and the time she gave me to consider was very short. If I really wanted to accept this opportunity, I couldn't be entangled in the lawsuit for a long time. "

The image of Liu Ling appeared in Luo Binhan's mind.A short and slightly fat middle-aged woman with short curly hair and a loud voice. When she walks, she walks like the wind. She always wears a navy blue smoking jacket on her body, like a veteran in the battlefield.She always thinks that the food in the restaurant is not spicy enough, and when she scolds someone, it is enough to make a strong eight-foot man run away.She may change her face in court, but Luo Binhan has only seen her "fight to the end" at the mahjong table while quietly stuffing the won banknotes into Yu Xiaorong's pocket.An interesting, energetic, and at the same time a bit scary person, sometimes Luo Binhan felt that she was not like a lawyer, but like a gangster, a "gangster".He could always imagine that she was wearing a dark cloak, sitting at the mahjong table with her legs up, a cigar between her fingers, teaching newcomers in Mandarin with a slight accent that she had to show loyalty when she came out.

He told Yu Qingshu his imagination.The latter covered his mouth and let out an almost furtive laugh. "Do you know what she told me at the time? She said that it's delicious and spicy to hang out with her."

"At least there is no shortage of spicy food." Luo Binhan said, "Rongrong and her have to go to the children's table for dinner, right?"

Together they let out a strange laugh that could not see the light.Even though no one will jump out to grab the bag now, they still cover up each other, as if they have done something bad together.But when the laughter ended, the wordless silence became particularly abrupt.Luo Binhan wanted to concentrate on listening to the performance by the fountain and the happy folk songs that changed one after another.

"And," Yu Qingshu said, "I think...I think you'll have a better life over there."

"Indeed." Luo Binhan replied.He answered quickly, trying to speak in a casual tone, but the sound sounded dull to himself.

The music by the fountain stopped, and the entertainers sat down, as if preparing to rest for a while.The sky darkened in the blink of an eye, and the shops closed one after another. When he looked down, he found that he was still holding an empty ice cream cup in his hand.

"It's time for us to go," he said. "We won't be in time for Mal's dinner."

Yu Qingshu glanced at the phone, then hurriedly stood up to look for the car keys.Luo Binhan looked at the pair of street performers again, and saw the girl in the purple turban drinking from a thermos.The Martin boots she wore were very similar to a pair of Yu Xiaorong's, but the overall dressing style was not similar.Yu Xiaorong likes loose, sporty clothes, and this girl is dressed a bit like a gypsy.He looked at her, and the more he looked at her, the more familiar she became, and finally realized that what he was thinking of was not Yu Xiaorong, but... Xi Rui.

If Xi Rui was alive, he naturally thought, she should be about the same age as this girl, and she might also want to form a band by herself.Yu Xiaorong wouldn't do this kind of thing, she didn't have the patience to sit on the bench for an hour.But at that time, he could always see the shadow of Yu Xiaorong from Xi Rui, just like he always thought of Regenberg when he was in Lihai, and he always thought of Lihai when he was in Regenberg.He not only thought about Lihai City, but also about Tianwai, Silence, and those bizarre scenes.But how is the life outside the sky different from here?Malcolm is also a brilliant artist, as he once befriended a bard named Malinovlas; to his limited palate, dreamy sugar towns and roadside ice cream trucks The offerings are not far off; and the entertainer at the fountain--

For a while, Luo Binhan didn't feel nervous.He felt his back go numb, his hands and feet tensed, but his mind was a beat slower than his body.He'd been sitting here for a long time, maybe an hour or two, looking at the sunset and the fountain and the people at the harp, but he really didn't think about it at all.He was completely attracted by the past in the dust.He stared intently at the boy playing the clarinet, but couldn't find anything similar to Zhou Wenxing.But the more he compared it like this, the clearer the muddy purple evening came back to his heart. The dim twilight danced between the fountains, and the strings trembled. The land of the sun is upside down and mixed with the sound of magic music.It was always in his heart.The music never went away.

His body suddenly turned to the side.It was Yu Qingshu who held his shoulders and made him and her look at each other.Luo Binhan opened his mouth, trying to find an excuse to explain why he was distracted.But he said nothing, and in the nightmarish twilight he saw fear in her eyes.

"You have to take care of yourself," her voice trembled, as if it was also a thin string being plucked, "These are none of your business...these are our adults' business, you have to take care of yourself Life."

Luo Binhan thought to himself what a weird way to say it, as if she had forgotten that he was also an adult who was nearly thirty years old.And how could all this have nothing to do with him?He was living through it all, experiencing all the good and bad, and how could he take care of his life if it wasn't about him?

"I'm fine," he said, taking her hand. "I've always been fine. Look, Mom, I'm fine now."

Passers-by walked past them, and their curious eyes made them loosen their hands.The strange atmosphere reverberating in the twilight has become thinner.Yu Qingshu found the car keys from the bottom of her pocket, and they put all the shopping bags away without saying a word, and then set off on the journey back.On the way, Robinson talked about the summer camp activities and town concerts in Regenberg. He remembered that there would always be a celebration in the town in the summer, a dance or carnival, and sometimes a circus and magic.But this time the timing of his return was unlucky, and I'm afraid there would be nothing exciting to watch.

"I've never seen Fluffy dance," he asked vaguely. "Has she ever been to a ball?"

"One or two times organized by the school."

"Really? Got a picture?"

"I don't have it here, you have to find it on her classmate's blog. I guess there will always be some photos of them among their peers."

"She will destroy all the evidence." Luo Binhan said confidently, thinking he knew Yu Xiaorong like the back of his hand.

But he spoke too soon.When they walked into the house with shopping bags, Robin Han was stunned to see that the mahjong table and sofa in the living room had been moved away, an old record player was placed by the wall, and in the center of the room was a man held hostage by Malcolm. Yu Xiaorong is dancing.The two men stepped on each other with their feet spinning in circles, and their hands wrestled with each other, trying to twist the other's arm under their own control.Fortunately, the melody of the waltz echoed in the room, otherwise Luo Binhan would think that the two of them were wrestling.

Not surprisingly, Yu Qingshu asked Malcolm to help tidy up, and the pair of spinning games finally separated.Panting, Yu Xiaorong ran to the kitchen to drink water, while Hannah suddenly appeared as if she had emerged from a crack in the wall, and happily asked Luo Binhan if he wanted some unfrozen wild berry ice cream.

"Does your family not mind you sleeping here every day?" Luo Binhan asked kindly, not caring that his words might be a bit offensive.Hannah didn't look angry, but just told him that all this was to review Yu Xiaorong's homework.

"You don't look like you are studying now."

"We shouldn't waste Mal's mind, should we? He's been preparing for two or three hours!" Hannah giggled. "Family dance!"

"Actually," Malcolm interrupted, coming up, "I just wanted to see if the record player still works. It works pretty well, doesn't it?"

"Where did you find it?"

"In my studio. We found it while we were doing the decluttering, under a stack of plastic rain sheets. I thought there were some cheap ingredients in there, but luckily your friend checked it out for me .”

Malcolm scratched his head, showing an optimistic and confused smile."I don't remember why it's there either," he admitted, with some vague amusement.

If this sentence was said by someone else, Luo Binhan might suspect that the record player was haunted, but it is not surprising that this kind of thing happened to Malcolm.He always finds strange things on the second-hand market, and sometimes they are gifts from his friends.Robin Han still remembers that he once found a completely unopened package in the basement, which was sent by a friend of Malcolm in Southeast Asia three years ago.A record player, by contrast, has so many possible origins that it might have been scooped up at a bazaar.

He took advantage of the time when he was packing up his shopping to study the record player.Very retro cabinet design, with four spider-like slender legs and a cabinet with gilt handles for holding records or other sundries.The brass horn is shiny new, like a giant golden morning glory.Luo Binhan opened the cabinet with great interest and checked the three or four records inside.They were all in unmarked plastic boxes, probably dug out of Malcolm's workshop as well.

Beside the record player is a framed oil painting.When Luo Binhan saw the river mist and the banshee in the painting, the smile on his face dried up a little.He nearly elbowed him back when Malcolm suddenly hooked him around the neck from behind.

"It's a beautiful painting," said Malcolm. "I found it behind the sofa this afternoon."

Luo Binhan asked calmly, "A gift from your friend?"

"No," said Malcolm first, but he thought it over again. "It might be."

Luo Binhan glanced at the painting again.It turned out to be disappointing, the painting didn't change color or content, and no suspicious whispers echoed in his head.

Malcolm's special rolls with gooseberry sauce were not served at dinner because the procurement process took longer than planned, but the food was still delicious.For lovers of cold food, there's gazpacho with light cheese and basil, and oxtail stew piping hot, tinged with red wine.On the big bowl of paella, Malcolm obviously put his heart into it. Instead of choosing the common colored peppers that Yu Xiaorong would hate, he used mint leaves and small pieces of pineapple as decorations.The dessert is a cookie with cocoa powder, but it is shaped into a scone triangle, so that it can be stacked to form a regular and three-dimensional shape.

Everyone pays respect to the hardworking chef in their own way.Yu Xiaorong buried his head in the shrimp and drank the chilled gazpacho.Hannah asks Malcolm for tips on shaping the cookies.Luo Binhan unhurriedly took a little bit of each dish, and made what he thought was the best-looking plate, and then calmly took out his mobile phone to take pictures.Yu Qingshu saw what he did and scoffed.

"I want to see who is working overtime," Luo Binhan said, "and then send him the photo—what about Zhou Yuren? Still sleeping in the room?"

"He left in the afternoon." Malcolm poked his head, "He said there was something urgent in the city."

"Did he say he was coming back for dinner?"

Malcolm shook his head.So Luo Binhan grabbed his phone and made Zhou Yu the first victim to receive his photo greeting.He waited for a few minutes, but there was no reply. Zhou Yu must be busy, so Luo Binhan could only count the dishes on the table: "Let's leave some leftovers and biscuits for him. He must like cocoa-flavored things."

It would be a pity to let the newcomers of the family miss out on this delicious meal, but the casual atmosphere created by candlelight, music and flowers is still satisfying and out of place for board games.After dinner, Malcolm solemnly invited Yu Qingshu to dance a few dances.Maybe because of the flickering candles, maybe because of the red wine in the plate of oxtail, Luo Binhan saw his mother blushing.

"I've pretty much forgotten the dance moves," she said, but Malcolm's arms were already wrapped around her.Hannah was booing at the side, while Yu Xiaorong was yawning on the sofa, swiping his phone uninterestedly.Luo Binhan walked over with a smile: "Want to dance?"

"Go away." Yu Xiaorong said alertly.That look was that of a drug dog smelling cocaine.

"We don't have a big lobster for dinner today," Robin Han said. "Is the one in the basement still alive?"

"He was alive and well until supper."

"Okay, then I lost. What gift do you want?"

Maybe it was because he acted too kindly, Yu Xiaorong didn't respond for a while.After a few seconds, she said in a somewhat curt tone that she didn't need anything.

"It seems that someone is in a bad mood." Luo Binhan said in a doggy tone.Yu Xiaorong kicked him, but he had already fled far away.He walked against the wall, leaving the living room to the dancing couple.Malcolm had an excellent dance foundation in his early years. Although the turbulent life and natural aging have reduced his flexibility and fitness, it is still not difficult to dance a slow dance with Yu Qingshu.They danced a non-standard slow three-step dance, and they played it very casually, which was very suitable as an after-dinner pastime.Luo Binhan leaned against the wall and watched, feeling that they looked happier than formal dancers.

Hannah strolls over from the record player: "Do you want to dance, too?"

"I don't want to." Luo Binhan said without thinking.

"You're fascinated."

"Because I recall painful memories." Luo Binhan said seriously, "The girl I danced with last time vomited on me."

It's fake, but not entirely fake.The last girl he danced with—or partnered with him in a group dance—was Zhou Yu, and he did receive a stab at her for stepping on her foot.But she didn't spit on him.In fact, it was because another female classmate vomited on him that Zhou Yu stood up with a cold face and saved him from the most embarrassing moment of that semester.

Hannah's eyes changed from pleasant to gentle.She touched his arm lightly with her finger, and then asked, "Do you know why?"

"I don't know. When the performance was about to start, she stared at my face and vomited. We didn't know each other very well, and we haven't spoken to each other since this incident... Maybe she also felt quite embarrassed."

"I don't think it has anything to do with your face," Hannah said. "Maybe she just ate something wrong in the morning. She's not targeting you, so you don't have to think too much about it."

"We'll never know the truth," Robinhan said.

(End of this chapter)