After completing the timeline jump, Luo Lei found himself in a restaurant.

To be precise, it is a national chain salad restaurant, this brand Luo Lei knows, there were branches in almost every city in Kyushu back then, and it captured the taste buds of many light food lovers with its excellent variety of fresh vegetables and unique salad dressings.

At this time, the chatting sound from the next table attracted Luo Lei's attention......

"We're going to move, to the mountains by the sea in the north."

The familiar voice was naturally made by Marco, causing Luo Lei, who was sitting in the dining chair at this time, to look sideways.

"Moving? So suddenly? ”

Opposite Marco, an old man with the same gray hair said in a surprised voice: "On the mountains by the sea in the north? When did you buy a house over there? ”

An elderly woman sat beside the old man, and at this time she said with some concern, "Have you really thought about it?" The weather in the north is so cold, Xiao Yu, your body is ...... again I'm a little worried about how it will affect your condition. ”

The woman's words were obviously addressed to Zhuang Yu, who was sitting across from her, that is, next to Marco.

Marco looked at Zhuang Yu, who was speechless beside him, and a trace of imperceptible worry flashed in his eyes, but he still said: "This is what Xiao Yu means, but it doesn't matter, I have asked the housing construction company to specially build a house suitable for living in the cold region, presumably it should be able to cope with the climate in the north, and they will use drones to transport the house over in the next few days." ”

After speaking, as if he had thought of one more thing, he continued: "By the way, Li Ming, Wen Xue, do you still remember that watchtower? ”

As soon as this was mentioned, the old man named Li Ming suddenly became interested and said, "You mean that watchtower?" I see, you're moving there! ”

Wen Xue, who was sitting next to Li Ming, also seemed to know about the watchtower, and after a short period of surprise, she showed a clear look, but she still looked at Zhuang Yu with some worry.

Four people sat at a table, but there seemed to be only three people involved in the chat......

Zhuang Yu just sat there quietly, the expression on his face was too quiet and gentle, but he didn't say a word.

"I said Lao Ma, I didn't expect you to be such a romantic person...... I remember you got married under that watchtower many years ago, and it was a really special wedding! Li Ming said.

Marco nodded, with a smile that he hadn't seen for a long time, and said, "Yes, but the significance of that tower to our husband and wife is more than that......"

After speaking, he picked up the chopsticks at hand, picked up a pickled cucumber from the plate in front of him, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

"I asked the construction company to build an identical watchtower, and I will transport it there with the house." Marco said.

At the mention of this tower, Li Ming and Wen Xue seemed to fall into memory, and then Li Ming spoke: "Yes, I know the origin of it and the two of you...... But the watchtower was so old that it collapsed many years ago, and no one has repaired it. ”

Wen Xue sighed and said, "It's not that no one has repaired, it's that they can't be repaired...... The core pillars and load-bearing walls were all destroyed and had to be torn down and rebuilt. ”

Li Ming nodded, took a sip of water, and then said to Mark and Zhuang Yu: "I also felt a pity at the time, that watchtower carries many good memories of you...... I've always thought you'd find a way to fix it, but I didn't expect it to be now, and I didn't expect it to be this way. ”

After that, he took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, and was just about to light it with a lighter when Wen Xue snatched it.

"I know how to smoke all day long, don't you see that smoking is written everywhere here?"

Hearing his wife Wen Xue's reproach, Li Ming had no choice but to smile wryly, shrink his head and eat vegetables.

Seeing the appearance of this couple, Marco felt relieved and a trace of envy in his heart, and then said: "It is true that it should have been repaired a long time ago, but it is a pity that I have been too busy all these years, and I forgot about this stubble as soon as there were too many things, now think about it...... I really regret it. ”

His eyes looked at Zhuang Yu.

As if sensing something, Zhuang Yu stretched out his hand and put it on the back of Marco's hand and pressed it gently.

"What's wrong?"

Marco's voice was gentle, full of love for his wife.

"It's okay...... I want to go out and breathe. ”

After speaking, Zhuang Yu stood up, put his two hands on Marco's shoulders for a while, and walked towards the door of the restaurant.

Wen Xue also stood up at this time and said to the two men, "You talk first, I'll accompany her." ”

Marco and Li Ming nodded.

After seeing them leave, Li Ming turned his head and asked Marco with some worry in his eyes: "Old Ma, how is Xiaoyu's condition ......?"

"The doctor said that this period of time was stable, but there has been no sign of improvement."

Shaking his head, anxiety could be clearly heard in Marco's voice: "The doctor said that a disease like Xiaoyu is more suitable to stay in a warm place to recuperate, but she has always insisted on going to the north, and I really can't convince her!" And ......"

"What's wrong?" Li Ming frowned.

Marco hesitated for a moment, but finally said: "Xiao Yu's words and deeds have become a little strange recently, not only do she talk less, but she has been holding the tablet to draw. ”

Li Ming shrugged his shoulders and said, "Painting? Is there anything wrong with that? Xiao Yu was originally a painter. ”

"I don't think so......"

Ma Ke ran his hand through his hair and said suspiciously: "She just keeps drawing and doesn't do anything!" I guess there were at least a thousand of those drawings stored in that tablet. ”

Li Ming smacked his tongue a little, and asked again, "What did she paint?" ”

"Rocket!"

Marco sighed: "It's all rockets, all kinds of new ones have silver-gray rockets, just like ......"

"Like those rockets built by your Astral Syndicate?" Li Ming guessed.

"yes, those damn rockets!"

At the mention of the word rocket, Marco's tone was obviously a little impatient, and even slightly angry.

Luo Lei, who was still in a transparent state sitting on the side, was listening attentively at this time, and even he felt that Zhuang Yu's state was a little abnormal compared to normal people.

However, at this time, Li Ming's words made Luo Lei slightly shocked.

"Old Ma, didn't Wen Xue tell you before, what behaviors will occur in Xiao Yu's mental state?"

Li Ming's expression calmed down, as if he was talking about something that the two sides had already reached a consensus on.

Sure enough, Marco bowed his head slightly and said, "Wen Xue did tell me, but this time I still feel very different!" ”

He tapped quickly on the table with two fingers: "Whenever I want to communicate with Xiao Yu about the fact that she has been drawing, she never answers...... Her eyes will become deeper than before, as if she wants to peek into something from me! ”

"The hardest thing to understand is...... Whenever she looked at me like that, I always felt like I owed her something! ”

Li Ming looked at him with strange eyes at this time and asked, "And then?" What do you owe her? ”

"How do I know? There is no such thing at all...... What kind of eyes are you? ”

Mark was furious.

"I didn't say anything."

Spread his hands, Li Ming smiled and teased him for a while, and then began to comfort Marco, saying nothing more than asking him not to worry, and to pay more attention to Zhuang Yu's physical condition after moving.

However, Luo Lei, who listened carefully to their conversation, had new doubts in his heart.

"Pony."

In a transparent state, he didn't have to worry that his voice would be heard by the people around him, so he said in a normal voice: "In addition to heart failure, your mother has mental illness? ”

“......”

In the real world, Ma Xingkong who heard this question was obviously a little speechless.

You Xiaobai also looked at him with wide eyes, as if he also wanted to know the answer to this question.

"My mother grew up ...... I have Asperger's syndrome! ”

His tone was visibly heavy.

When Ma Xingkong said the name of the disease, Xiaobai's first reaction was to be moved, and he subconsciously wanted to say comfort, but when the words came to his mouth, he was blocked by his own tongue.

Because she had absolutely no idea what the meaning of this condition was!

The air was suddenly quiet, but Luo Lei on the other end was the first to break the silence and said, "What kind of illness is this?" ”

“...... It's the same social communication barrier as autism! In psychiatric disorders, patients will show very limited interests, will stereotypically repeat the same behavior, and often show a withdrawn personality! ”

Luo Lei and Xiaobai fully understood at first glance;

These symptoms are almost exactly the same as Zhuang Yu's performance!

"I didn't expect ......"

Luo Lei was a little emotional, he also felt that Zhuang Yu was a lucky woman - God not only endowed her with outstanding talent and painting talent, but also allowed her to harvest a happy love; But when he knew that Zhuang Yu was being tortured by both physical and mental illness at this time, he felt very uncomfortable.

"Does God have to close a door when he opens a window?"

Luo Lei didn't know if this was fair.

Shaking his head, he decided not to continue with these inconsequential thoughts, but simply stood up and let the system untransparent;

Then he went to the cash register of the restaurant and said to the waiter, "Bring me a pickled cucumber." ”

"Yes, sir."

The enthusiastic waitress hurriedly placed an order from the computer, and the kitchen staff immediately brought a slick and smooth, fresh-looking pickled cucumber strips, and Luo Lei hurriedly picked up the plate and walked to Marco's table.

"Huh? Sir, you haven't paid yet? ”

The waiter's puzzled and anxious voice came from behind his ears, and Luo Lei did not look back, but pointed back with his thumb in a chic manner;

Ma Xingkong in the real world hurriedly operated on the computer keyboard, and then the waiter who almost chased out of the counter stopped talking.

Without any interference, Luo Lei walked straight to Marco's side, and then squeezed out a polite smile.

"Hello, can I share a table? The business of this restaurant is so good! ”

When Marco and Li Ming, who were interrupted from the conversation, heard this, they subconsciously looked into the restaurant and found that there did not seem to be an empty table, but obviously their table was also full.

Without waiting for them to speak, Luo Lei suddenly showed a happy expression, pointed to the pickled cucumber on their table and said, "Such a coincidence!" Do you also like to eat pickled cucumbers from this one? It's been a long time since I've met such a like-minded diner......"

I saw him sit next to Marco and pat him on the shoulder very familiarly: "Let me tell you, although the pickled cucumbers in this house taste good, they are still not as delicious as my grandmother's cooking!" You don't know, my grandmother is from Shujing, and her ability to make pickles is world-class! ”

And then......

The three big men chatted about food.