Chapter: 10
"What's the point of such a friend?" Lumian was quite concerned about this matter.
He couldn't help but withdraw his hand holding the door and touched his chin.
Aurora has never had a boyfriend before, so she can't be fooled by a guy she's never met.
"Meaning?" Aurora thought about it seriously, "First of all, emotional value, well, I know you don't understand what emotional value is, people are social animals, they need to communicate, some things, some emotions, I will definitely not tell the people in the village, and it is impossible to tell you that I need a more secret channel of venting. This kind of pen pal who will not meet is just right. Secondly, don’t underestimate my pen pals, there are several of them They are very powerful, and some are very knowledgeable, like this lamp that uses batteries, which was given to me by a pen pal, kerosene lamps and candles are too harmful to the eyes, not suitable for writing at night..."
Without waiting for Lumian to ask again, Aurora raised his left hand and waved back:
"Go to sleep, my drunk brother!
"Good night!"
"Okay, good night." Although Lumian was unwilling, he still didn't ask.
Aurora followed up and ordered:
"Remember to close the door for me. It's a bit cold with the door open and the window open."
Lumian slowly closed the brown wooden door.
He walked back to his room step by step, took off his shoes, and sat on the bed.
In the hazy and dark night, the wooden table against the window, the chairs slanted, the small bookshelf against the side wall, and the wardrobe on the other side all came into Lumian's eyes.
He sat quietly, lost in thought.
He has always known that Aurora has his own secrets, and there are many things that he has not told himself, so he is not surprised at all. He is just worried that these secrets and these things may bring danger to Aurora.
And once something does happen, there's only so much he can do.
He's just an ordinary guy with a strong body and a flexible mind.
Thoughts emerged one by one, and fell down one after another. Lumian exhaled lightly, left the bed, and went to the bathroom to wash up briefly.
Then, he took off his jacket-style brown coat and threw himself under the covers that hadn't warmed up yet.
On the mountain at the end of March and the beginning of April, the weather is still a bit cold.
…………
In a daze, Lumian seemed to see a gray mist.
They diffuse around, making distant objects disappear completely.
Lumian walked in a daze, but no matter which direction he went, no matter how far he walked in the gray fog, he would eventually return to the same place:
his bedroom.
The bedroom consists of a white four-piece bed, a wooden table and chairs placed in front of the window, bookshelves, and a wardrobe.
…………
Phew, Lumian opened his eyes.
The morning sun shines through the not-so-thick blue curtains, illuminating half of the bedroom.
Lumian sat up, staring blankly at such a scene, and had the illusion that he was still dreaming.