Chapter 17 Chapter Sixteen

At around ten o'clock in the morning, Luo Fei returned to his residence. Sun Fachao had already started preparing lunch. When he saw Luo Fei coming back, he hurriedly greeted him from the kitchen: "Oh, Police Officer Luo, where are you going? It made me worry all night...why is your complexion so bad? Nothing happened okay?" Hearing the movement, Meng Shaohui also came to the courtyard. Although he didn't speak, he fixed his eyes on him, and his eyes were full of concern. Seeing the sincerity of their relationship, Luo Fei couldn't help but be a little moved, so he cheered up and replied, "It's all right, I just found some clues, so I didn't bother to go back and rest."

"Haven't you eaten all night? I'll warm up the porridge for you in the morning, and you can put some on it first. Good guy, no one is made of iron, how can you bear this?" Sun Fachao was busy while talking went. "Officer Luo, you just said that you have some clues? What are they?" Meng Shaohui sat at the dinner table with Luo Fei, and asked expectantly. Luo Fei pondered for a while: "How about this, you go back to the house first. I'll look for you later, let's talk about it in detail." Meng Shaohui nodded and left first.After a while, Sun Fachao brought a bowl of hot sweet potato porridge, and Luo Fei drank it with pickles. He felt a warm current gradually spread all over his body, and his physical strength recovered a lot.

Luo Fei didn't answer Meng Shaohui's question immediately, he was indeed influenced by Monk Deping.He began to consider whether it was necessary to tell Meng Shaohui everything he had learned, maybe it would help him untie his knot, but it might also make him more painful.After some weighing, Luo Fei was still in a dilemma.At this time, he felt that there might be a more in-depth spiritual communication between himself and Meng Shaohui. With this in mind, after finishing a bowl of hot porridge, Luo Fei came to Meng Shaohui's room. The young man was sitting at the desk, doing something so intently that he didn't even notice that Luo Fei had entered the room.Luo Fei came gently behind him, and saw that he was spreading his left palm, and a few fingers of his right hand were carefully twisting a piece of sweet potato in his left palm into fine pieces.

Feeling Luo Fei's presence at this moment, Meng Shaohui glanced back, then pointed to a soup basin on the table with a smile, and said to him: "Look, I made this, how about it?" Luo Fei took advantage of the situation and looked over, couldn't help but also smiled.The soup basin was carefully and neatly padded with a layer of dried grass and branches, forming an artificial bird's nest.The little seabird that Meng Shaohui brought back yesterday was lying in the nest with its eyes closed, stretching its neck and kicking its legs from time to time, looking contented. "I made this for it early in the morning, so it should be very warm." Meng Shaohui said, rubbed up a little sweet potato powder and brought it to the bird's mouth. The little guy immediately tilted his neck and began to peck lightly.

Meng Shaohui gently stroked the bird's frail body with his fingertips, his expressions and movements were full of affection. "You like small animals?" Luo Fei asked. "I sympathize with it." Meng Shaohui replied leisurely, "It's so small, mother doesn't want it, how pitiful... Do you know Kaka, it used to be an abandoned kitten..." Luo Fei saw that Meng Shaohui was quite sad when he spoke, and suddenly he had a thought, realizing that his state of mind was mostly out of emotion.Sure enough, after saying this, he turned his head and looked not far away, with tears in his eyes.

Luo Fei followed his line of sight, and there was a picture scroll spread out on the table beside the bed, which recorded the dream described by Meng Shaohui. Luo Fei's gaze stayed on that picture scroll for a long time, he knew that this was a scene that left a deep imprint in Meng Shaohui's memory, he almost forgot everything in the past, but this fragment was still indelible .However, in the case of losing the contextual memory, who can interpret what this clip actually shows? Luo Fei doesn't know much about painting, but he believes that this painting is of a high standard in terms of creative skills and artistic attainments.Because although there are not many lines on the screen, a few strokes vividly outline the movements and expressions of the characters.The child on the left, that is, the young Meng Shaohui, is stretching out his arms and leaning forward with all his strength, it seems that he wants to rush to the woman opposite, that is, his mother.He opened his mouth slightly, as if he was shouting something, his brows were tangled together sadly, and his dark eyes also shone with desolate waves.His expression was so expressive that when Luo Fei was watching him, a palpitating cry sounded in his ears.At the same time, a question suddenly flashed in Luo Fei's mind: when the child threw himself into his mother's arms, why did he look so sad?

Luo Fei shifted his gaze a little, and turned to look at the woman on the right side of the screen, hoping to find some answers from her.Is this Meng Shaohui's mother?Can't see her face from the picture, is it because the painter has forgotten it?The imaginary ring of her left hand is on her chest. Yes, there should be a baby here, but the artist is unwilling to draw him for some unexplainable reason.The woman's right hand stretches forward, pointing to the child on the left, is she trying to take him into her arms?From the perspective of the whole picture, this kind of assumption should be the most reasonable, but Luo Fei frowned, he faintly felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't say exactly where it was.

Luo Fei stared at the scene in the painting for a long time, and his thinking became more and more absorbed. Gradually, he seemed to be integrated into the painting. He felt that he had become the child in the painting. He looked at it from the perspective of that child, Everything else seemed to disappear in an instant, and only that hand was left in his eyes—the mother's hand. That hand was right in front of him, just a few feet away from him, but why didn't his heart feel any expectation of warmth, instead it was full of sadness and despair? Maybe it was because of being too involved, Luo Fei's body was trembling uncontrollably, he felt a certain kind of fear, almost at the same time, some mysteries were solved in his heart.He took a deep breath and let his emotions break free from the illusory painting, then he looked at Meng Shaohui and said excitedly: "I know! I know what you are afraid of!"

Meng Shaohui's body trembled violently: "No, it's impossible! What would you know? You don't know anything!" Luo Fei knew that the other party knew better than himself, but he just didn't want to accept it, so he unreservedly stated his opinion: "Hand, your mother's hand! Why did you draw it so weak? Its fingers They are close together, the knuckles are bent, and even the wrist is hanging down. This is completely different from your hand with five fingers spread out and full of strength, why?" Meng Shaohui didn't speak, but his lips trembled, obviously Luo Fei's words had hit the point.

"Because your mother didn't want to hug you. On the contrary, her hand just took it away from your body, and it was getting farther and farther away. Your mother, she...she is leaving you..." Although it is He was narrating a matter that had nothing to do with him, but for some reason, Luo Fei felt a pang of sadness in his heart, and the last sentence was almost squeezed out between his teeth. Meng Shaohui could no longer control his emotions at this time, he buried his face in his hands, tears leaked from between his fingers, and at the same time a deep sob burst out of his throat.

Luo Fei took a step forward, gently stroking his shoulder, and after the other party calmed down a little, he asked in as gentle a tone as possible: "Why? Why did she leave you?" "I... I don't know." Meng Shaohui raised his head and looked at Luo Fei. After the other party said the central thing, there was more trust and desire to talk in his eyes, "Yes, what you said That's right. In that dream, my mother abandoned me when I needed her most, leaving me alone and in the dark, but I don't know why. I just feel a deep sense of fear and hopelessness , I desperately came to this small island just to find the answer.” Luo Fei pondered for a moment, then comforted the other party and said: "No, your mother will not abandon you. She loves you, there is no doubt about it, all mothers in the world are the same. If she really left you, there must be someone There is no reason for it. It's like... just like you left your girlfriend a few days ago, but you still love her deeply, right? This is not considered abandonment. " Luo Fei's last example seemed very effective. Thinking of his girlfriend, the expression on Meng Shaohui's face softened a lot, and there was even a little smile in his eyes.Then he said with quite a feeling: "You and her said the same thing, you two are really similar in some places." "The two of us? Who are you referring to?" Luo Fei was confused for a while. "Ye Zifei, that's my girlfriend. Both of you seem to have the ability to see what's inside of me." After a moment's pause, Meng Shaohui added, "And so far, only you two can see what's in my painting. hidden meaning." "Really?" Luo Fei didn't feel particularly strange. Although he and Ye Zifei had only met once, he could feel that she was a woman with keen senses.She has been with Meng Shaohui for so long, and she should understand some things better than herself.No matter what, since talking about this person can calm Meng Shaohui's emotions, Luo Fei is willing to continue this topic. "How did she see it? Was it also through that hand?" He asked Meng Shaohui. "It should be. She is stronger than you. When she saw this painting for the first time, she saw it." Meng Shaohui stared out of the window, lost in memory, "It should be three years Last summer. I held an art exhibition in Qingdao, and this painting was one of the exhibited works. But few people will stop in front of this picture. Heh, a woman without a face, they may only feel strange Bar? She came the next afternoon.In fact, as soon as she appeared, I noticed her.Of course, a girl as beautiful as her would attract attention wherever she went.I still remember that she wore a light green skirt that day, with a fluffy ponytail tied behind her head, looking fresh and pretty.I was fascinated by her, and my eyes always stayed on her unconsciously.But I'm not good at dealing with people, let alone chasing girls.If it weren't for what happened later, we might not know each other until now. " Listening to Meng Shaohui's eloquent narration, Luo Fei couldn't bear to interrupt.The appearance of the other party reminded him of a past event of his own, and a complex feeling of youthfulness, remorse and helplessness appeared in his heart. But Meng Shaohui didn't see the subtle changes in Luo Fei's heart, and continued to say: "She stopped and stopped in the exhibition hall, admiring my works at will, but there has been no painting that has attracted her special attention. But when she came to this picture, she stopped for a long time. My heart was beating wildly, and my mood at that time was really contradictory. On the one hand, I expected her to be able to Seeing something; but another feeling is escaping, dodging, hoping that she will leave from the painting quickly. But she just stood still, her eyes fixed on the painting.Everything around her seems to have disappeared. Sometimes when other viewers pass by her, they will look at her strangely and make some comments, but she is completely unaware of it.After half an hour like this, I finally couldn't hold back, and mustered up the courage to walk to her side. She sensed my presence, turned her head to look at me, and I was surprised to find two lines of clear teardrops sliding down her cheeks.Yes, she was crying, she was crying!For the first time in years, someone felt my past and shed tears of emotion.In an instant, a warm current rushed straight up from the bottom of my heart, making my eye circles red and my nose sore.She squeezed a forced smile at me very politely, and then said softly: 'This is really a poor child. ' I still clearly remember her demeanor and voice when she said this sentence. The emotional defense line in my heart collapsed completely in front of this sentence. Can't tell either.She was surprised at first, and then gently took my hand.Just like you put your hand on my shoulder, this action made me feel a lot more at ease.Later I told her that I was the artist of the painting, and not only that, but I told her about my dreams, my fears, almost everything about me.She listened quietly, and I could feel that she was completely absorbed in my emotions, and accompanied me through all kinds of confusion, fear and sorrow.Since that day, she has been the most important person in my life. " As the narrative came to an end, the room fell silent.Meng Shaohui was still reminiscing about those touching moments, while Luo Fei's thoughts drifted, and a lingering figure appeared in front of him.After a long time, he let out a long sigh and said, "If I had to choose now, I might not bring you to Mingze Island." "Why?" Meng Shaohui looked at him puzzled. "Because it is a very happy and rare thing to have someone who truly understands you and shares all your feelings. If you find such a person, you should not separate easily." He was silent at this point He paused for a moment, then lowered his voice, as if talking to himself, "It's just such a truth, you often don't understand until you lose it."