Brother Zhou replied to my message, Brother Zhou is not dead.

I couldn't stop falling tears of excitement, tears blurred the phone screen, I hurriedly took a screenshot, for fear that this moment was a dream.

I had an extra coat on my shoulders, and the warm heat instantly enveloped me.

I jerked my head up, and Zhou Yang stood under the street lamp and looked at me with drooping eyes, holding an ice cream in his hand, the strawberry flavor I loved.

His eyebrows were softened by the yellow street lamp, and the love in his eyes became gentle.

"Zhouzhou, I'm sorry, it's me who is wrong, I invite you to eat ice cream, can you forgive me?"

The one-meter-eight boy apologized and felt a little pitiful.

I pretended to be angry and tilted my head to the other side, "It's going to take three ice creams to coax it." ”

"Good!"

Zhou Yang sent me home with an ice cream in one hand, the ice cream in my hand melted into my fingertips, and I put my hand to Zhou Yang's mouth with a bad mind, "Oh, I will give you a taste"

Zhou Yang stuck out his pink tongue and rolled the ice cream from my fingertips into his mouth.

"Not as sweet as you."

I giggled, Zhou Yang stared at me, and under the street lamp, two shadows, one tall and one short, walked farther and farther away.

When I got downstairs to my house, I stirred my fingers and wondered if I should invite Zhou Yang up.

The lights in Dad's bedroom on the second floor have been turned off, and Dad is sleeping, so it shouldn't be wrong to ask Zhou Yang to go up and sit down.

Zhou Yang probably saw my hesitation and touched my head, "I'm going back, you can go up." ”

I nodded, ran upstairs, and suddenly felt that something was missing, and turned back to leave a kiss on Zhou Yang's cheek.

"Goodnight kiss, boyfriend"

After Zhou Yang left, I picked up the bottle on the ground and slowly looked up at my father's window.

In the bedroom without the lights on, my father stood straight by the window and looked at me, the corners of his mouth rising strangely.

I was chilled by my dad's back.

The living room light was turned on, and Dad walked out of the bedroom.

"Is that him? He's not dead, you've seen him, have you? ”

Dad's eyes were bloodshot and his pupils were wide.

"It's not him, it's just someone who looks like him."

As I sat on the couch and drank water, my dad suddenly laughed, "I will prove to everyone that my experiment is correct, that I am a genius, and that he is a complete lunatic at the beginning of the week." ”

I sneered, "I already respect you by calling you Dad, and you don't want to be a corpse, do you?" ”

I picked up the knife that cut the fruit and walked towards the locked madman.

"At the beginning, it was you who stole the research results of my father and Zhou Shichu, my father committed suicide after going crazy, and Zhou Shichu's whereabouts are unknown. Now I'm offering you delicious food and drink, and calling you Dad, you can help me cure my mother's illness, isn't it too much? ”

The old man lifted his hair, revealing a face that was the same as my father's.

"Your father and Zhou Shichu are two crazy people, only I am the only genius, hahaha, your mother's illness can't be cured, and if you lose your memory, you really lose it."

I stuck the knife in the wall a few centimeters away from the man, and the man's legs trembled in fright, "It's cured, it's cured." ”

"Obedient, Uncle Lin."

On a summer afternoon, I went to a nursing home.

Mom was pushed by a caregiver to bask in the sun on the grass.

I crept over and hid the sugar gourd behind me.