Yu Chu continued to scroll down, followed by some very ordinary things, such as the birds flying in the sky, the new dress at the same table, the fried chicken legs made by my mother, and the eighth birthday Dad came and bought him a new toy... Those innocent and ignorant words were recorded in pieces.

The information he got between the lines was that Yu Chu did not live on this island when he was a child, at least not before the age of eight. He lives alone with his mother somewhere, and lives a peaceful, simple but happy life. Yu Shiqing would visit their mother and son from time to time, but Yu Chu's mother didn't love Yu Shiqing, so she was forced to be together? or other reasons.

The diary is very thick, but most of it has been written. Yu Chu is afraid that Zhou Mu from outside will suddenly come in, so he hastily turned back. When turning to a certain page and the color of the handwriting suddenly changed, it stopped.

This page is no longer the pencil used, but a deep black water stylus with only a short line of words written on it.

2010.7.18 sunny

Mom was buried yesterday, and I followed Dad to the island.

Yu Chu quickly stepped back a page, and found that the previous diary was still on April 2, 2010, and the pencil was used.

2010.4.2 Light Rain

Mom is lying in the hospital and has stopped eating. Dad came again and asked me to leave the ward and go downstairs to play, but it was too dark downstairs, so I hid in the stairwell and did not go down. I heard Dad yelling at Mom to give him something. Mom didn't have the strength to fight anymore. I was about to help her when the doctor's uncle went in, and I saw Dad rushing away.

For the next three months, there was no record in the diary. The next one was that my mother died and I followed my father to the island.

The sound of the mobile phone in the outside living room has disappeared, and the sound of Zhou Mu's footsteps can be heard. However, it seems that after Xiao Yuchu arrived on the island, he has no interest in keeping a diary, and there are not many in total.

2010.10.8

Sorry mom, I haven't written a diary for so long, not because I'm lazy, but because my hand hurts too much, it really hurts, I can't hold the pen. He broke my finger, Mom, I'm so sorry. I am so sad. I am so sad that my heart hurts more than my fingers, am I going to die? I am so sad.

This diary is somewhat incoherent, and it keeps repeating that I am so sad, Yu Chu's hand holding the diary trembled, and the two deformed little fingers spasmed a few times. He raised his left hand and put it in front of him, staring at the little finger that was slightly distorted and could not be merged with the other fingers, thinking that the person who broke his finger should be Yu Feng.

Zhou Mu didn't know what he was doing, but the sofa made a noise when he pulled it, and Yu Chu hurriedly looked back.

2010.10.30

Today is my father's birthday. There are many people on the island. I thought I was not allowed to go out in the room like before, but my father took my brother and I and stood at the gate together. I'm sorry mom, but I was still a little happy, so I made it by hand and gave it to him as a birthday present. I only allow me to like him for this day.

Bang bang bang, the bedroom door was knocked, Yu Chu quickly closed the notebook, inserted it into the original position, then gently closed the glass cabinet door, turned around and got on the bed.

"Why?" he asked in a vicious voice lying on the bed.

Although the bedroom door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap, but Zhou Mu did not open the door, just stood outside and said, "You have slept for almost two hours, and you have slept more nights. won't be able to sleep."

"So what? Do I even have to take a nap now?"

Zhou Mu thought that he had woken people up anyway, so he stopped talking, turned and left the living room. Yu Chu continued to lie on the bed in a fit of anger, thinking about the contents of the diary over and over in his mind, and only got up after half an hour.

The rain didn't stop outside, Zhou Mu was leaning on the double sofa and playing his mobile game again, Yu Chu walked over and kicked his **** with his foot: "Let me Come on, this sofa is mine."

Zhou Mu didn't care about his unreasonable behavior like a child, only glanced at the white and tender feet, and said lightly: "Go and put on your shoes."

Yu Chu ignored him, just sat down on the sofa, and then lay down, his head was about to lie in Zhou Mu's arms.

Zhou Mu had to stand up, go to the bedroom, take out Yu Chu's slippers, put them in front of the sofa, and then go to sit on the single sofa next to him.

Yu Chu started watching TV. He likes watching TV series very much, those fairy tales flying around, magic dramas with bullets between two fingers, boys and girls in school uniforms running in the rain, all of them are full of magical charm to him, which makes him curious to great satisfaction.

While watching, she asked Zhou Mu, "Where is Lingtai? Can anyone really reach Jindan stage? Why does he run faster than the train? Is the train so slow?"

Zhou Mu ignored him and played mobile games with his eyes down, he didn't want an answer, he asked himself and answered, "Fake, these TV series are so fake, they're not real. of."

"Isn't the TV series fake?" Zhou Mu couldn't bear it any longer, "If you want to watch the real thing, you have to watch the news."

"No, the news is not good, it's too true."

When it was time to sleep at night, the wind and rain finally stopped, Yu Chu took a bath and pushed open the bedroom door yawning. When he saw the quilt spread out on the carpet, he remembered that Zhou Mu was going to sleep in the same room with him.

Zhou Mu was lying on the ground doing push-ups, with his movements, the smooth and sturdy back line was clearly outlined under the T-shirt, and there were thin muscles from the side of the neck to the shoulders. It was easy for him to do it without any effort. Yu Chu leaned on the door frame and looked at it for a while, then walked over and sat on his back.

Zhou Mu did not stop because of the sudden weight of a person on his back, and still maintained the original frequency, Yu Chu began to count him. When he counted to his early 300s and Zhou Mu didn't show any signs of fatigue, Yu Chu felt a little envious and a little dissatisfied, and began to quietly pile the things at hand on his back.

First the pillow, then the seat cushion, and the quilt rolls were blatantly pressed up. When he couldn't find anything suitable to drag the dead wooden chair around, Zhou Mu finally stopped: "You're going too far."

"It was mainly stimulated by you." Yu Chu leaned against the log chair and said with a smile.

Zhou Mu turned over and stood up, the quilt and pillow on his body rolled to the ground. His T-shirt was soaked with sweat, so he took out clean clothes from the suitcase and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Zhou Mu ignored him, lowered his eyes to tidy up the floor, turned off the lights and lay down.