Shi Zhengfei's current appearance, when he heard it, he really wanted to laugh, and when he saw it, he wanted to laugh, but Li Mo didn't laugh because he was holding back.

The fat man choked and wailed, burying his head in the half of the plain noodles on the table and sucking frantically.

The first time Li Mo saw a person eating with such ferocity, he couldn't help but secretly think, raising such a baby as a fat man should cost a lot of food, right?

"Brother Mo, why don't you eat it? This noodle is really good. ”

After the fat man finished talking to Li Mo, he shouted to Uncle Xie who was cooking noodles: "Uncle, the noodles you cooked are so delicious, they taste the same as the noodles I cooked with my grandmother before, delicious, woo woo!"

The noodle cooker scratched his head in embarrassment, crying and laughing, howling and screaming, what kind of trouble?

The cashier girl Xiaofu glared at Shi Zhengfei with a dark face, and shouted: "Dead fatty, don't cry." You're crying ugly!"

Shi Zhengfei sniffed twice, "Okay, Auntie, I'm not crying!"

Cashier girl: ???

With such a young aunt, I want to hit someone!

Shi Zhengfei's appetite is completely proportional to his physique, and half two noodles were sucked by him in ten minutes, and he drank the soup and licked the bowl by the way.

The corners of Li Mo's mouth twitched, "Shi Zhengfei, did your parents owe you food when you were at home?"

"Hehe, when you're in a bad mood, you have a big appetite, let Brother Mo smile. ”

The fat man is a little shy to see rarely.

"Okay, if you're happy, go back to the dormitory since you're done eating. ”

Li Mo and Shi Zhengfei made their way back to the dormitory, just in time for the other students to sprint to the cafeteria after school.

Well, let's call this wave the back wave.

There are hundreds of colors of flowers and a hundred kinds of people.

Although they are all students in the same school, everyone is different, some are withdrawn, some are flamboyant, some are beautiful, and some like to look beautiful.

Of all the students, two groups stood out.

A pair is Li Mo with a red vest and a watermelon head that has not changed for thousands of years, and Shi Zhengfei, a walking comedian and fat man.

The other pair is Tan Sui, who was surrounded by a group of small followers.

He was dressed in designer clothes, wore a gold watch, and was surrounded by a group of people, like an emperor traveling in ancient times.

The two brightest stars in the night sky collided together, and the 'sensationalism' Moshi combination ran into the Tan Clan's legion.

Li Mo is like a beggar, and Tan Sui is like an emperor.

The emperor looked at the beggar, raised his middle finger upside down, and said disdainfully: "Poor!"

The beggar looked at the emperor, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and he snorted coldly: "Stupid dog!"

The two teams passed by, and the younger brothers around the two central characters began their performances.

Li Genshuo, who was beside Tan Sui, took the lead and said: "Brother Sui, that Li Mo is an orphan, don't be like him." ”

Shi Zhengfei, who was beside Li Mo, said curiously: "Brother Mo, who is that square head? I heard that he was scolding you just now? Do you want me to beat him? Make sure you beat him up and call Dad." ”

Li Mo smiled, "He's just a child who has been spoiled by his family and hasn't grown up." Maybe his parents are like yours, they are too busy with work and have little time to educate him. ”

Shi Zhengfei's nose was sour again when he heard this, and his tears rolled down like no money.

Li Mo was stunned, and there was such a amount of tears shed? Isn't this a reservoir flood discharge? He also said that the fat man's body was different from ordinary people, and tears were a way for him to metabolize.

"Brother Mo, what is the use of saying that my father earns money day and night? Do you say that my mother is not tired of playing cards all day long? Isn't it annoying?"

Li Mo frowned, knowing that his casual words just now had stabbed Shi Zhengfei's sore spot again.

He rarely communicates with people, and when he is with Jin Xuan, more often than not, Jin Xuan plays the role of a pistachio, and he plays the role of the comforted one.

Now that the two poles are reversed, Li Mo has become the character who wants to comfort others, he has no experience, and can only cross the river by feeling the stones.

Shi Zhengfei seemed to ask casually, not ready to get any answer from Li Mo.

Although after a short week or two of getting along, the other three people in their dormitory all felt that Li Mo was a hidden person, no matter how deep he hid it, Li Mo was just a child of the same age as the three of them after all.

Shi Zhengfei didn't want to ask Li Mo as much as to say something casual to release the depression and irritability in his heart.

Along the way, until they returned to the dormitory, the two did not speak again.

And Li Mo didn't intend to answer Li Mo's question, but he had been thinking about this question along the way.

Back in the bedroom, it was dark inside, Shi Zhengfei turned on the light, and the firelight drilled through the glass cover of the bulb and spread to all corners of the bedroom.

At this moment, such a bright light seemed to flash in Li Mo's mind.

"Shi Zhengfei, I probably know why they did this. ”

"Why?"

"Let me ask you, how was the relationship between your parents before your grandmother died?"

Shi Zhengfei buttoned his head when he heard this, carefully searching for those remaining memories in his brain.

"I don't remember exactly, but it didn't seem to be as noisy as it is now. ”

Li Mo nodded slightly, "That's right, there are so many things that happened to your parents later, and the key reason is only two words." ”

Shi Zhengfei's eyes widened when he heard this, "Two words?"

"Well, what they're doing behind is nothing more than escaping. Your grandmother's death is not only in your own self-blame, but your parents should also be in deep self-blame. ”

After Li Mo's words were finished, Shi Zhengfei did not respond, but buried his head deep in his arms, and a pair of fat hands were clenched into fists.

After a long time, Shi Zhengfei suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of blood.

"Since they blame themselves, why haven't they changed at all as before, workaholics are still workaholics, those who play mahjong still go to play mahjong, are they so self-blaming, so atoning for their sins?

So what have I experienced over the years? I pretended to be crazy and stupid, deliberately angry with teachers at school, bullied my classmates, and they didn't care. They ······"

Shi Zhengfei said that he couldn't go on here, and choked up quietly.

Li Mo patted him on the back.

"I've read a saying before that killing a person is equivalent to killing oneself once, and it is equivalent to slashing one's soul.

Your parents also blame themselves for your grandmother's death, your dad hates him for being busy with his work, and your mom hates her for having fun.

But your grandma is gone, and your parents have become difficult to face each other because of your grandma's unexpected death, and they can't be idle.

Because once they are idle, that silent sense of guilt will torment their hearts all the time.

They can only go to work, they can only continue to play mahjong, and they may take these two things as a punishment for them and as an anesthetic for them.

It's like some people get drunk·······"

Li Mo said this, and suddenly stopped, because a shadow suddenly appeared in his mind, the father who always spoke coldly to him and beat and scolded him at every turn.

What is the difference between Li Zhipeng's actions and Shi Zhengfei's parents?

At this moment, there seemed to be a loud bang in Li Mo's brain, and a huge mushroom cloud rose into the sky from the depths of his mind.

"What is he running away from?"

Li Mo muttered to himself.