When I read "Ai Lian Shuo" for the first time, all I could think about was Min Rong.
He is my uncle's only son.
A cousin of mine who lives in the midst of hot and cold violence.
Min Rong has been different from other children since he was a child.
He is extremely quiet, gentle, and even beautiful. Although he rarely shows his cold edges, he still retains Lian's "not to be toyed with" proud temperament. He is completely unlike a child raised in a corrupt family.
He always told me that reading can make people wise, but I replied to him that "it can also make people sleep."
Whenever this happens, he purses his lips and smiles.
I think sometimes I really want to see him, maybe just for this laugh. Because Min Rong rarely showed any special emotions, he was always indifferent, as if he didn't care much about anything.
He doesn't look like a child raised by his uncle.
Not at all, everyone said that, but I didn't expect that this sentence would really come true.
When he was fifteen years old, Min Rong's real father took him back home.
Apart from memories, we didn't leave any contact information. He was like a fragile and melancholy long dream reflected in my childhood summer. Even if I woke up countless times, it would not leave any trace.
It wasn't until many years later, at an academic seminar, that I saw that haunting face again.
Min Rong, Min Rong.
I recited his name silently in my mind, and saw three words clearly printed on his signature - Lu Yunfan.
Food Guide
A short story, he, third person of the text
Other monthly short stories in the column:
"Cut the elixir" in three sentences, let the sword master cut the elixir for me
"Succession" Sui Yuan inherited everything, including his father's lover
Purpose: To love the lotus alone
