Dear Mr. Lu

Chapter 2

Luo Wencheng almost jumped up.

Anyone would have been startled by such a cold, silent stare, as if looking at a dead man, not to mention the fact that the other party had only one eye!

Oh, it should be said that only his left eye was exposed, and his right eye was covered by an eye patch.

The night, the cold wind, the imposing one-eyed man who casually said he wanted so-and-so's life.

Even the car accident underneath might have had something to do with him.

Luo Wencheng had the feeling that he would be silenced forever in the next moment.

He felt that his luck was simply awful.

If he had known he would run into something like this, he might as well have resigned to being stripped naked and thrown out into the street by Luo Wenjun.

There was a dead silence.

Three seconds later, Luo Wencheng moved first, stuttering hoarsely in embarrassment, "Um, hello... Do you have anything to eat?... May, may I ask you for something?"

He looked at the bag the man was carrying in his hand that didn't hold the phone as if he hadn't heard the previous passage, and gulped eagerly and helplessly.

The one-eyed man looked at him for a while, hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket, then took a step towards Luo Wencheng, who couldn't help but scuttle back. But he had squatted too long and his legs went numb. He bumped into a raised slab of concrete and fell back in a somewhat comical manner.

The two carved wooden walnuts fell out of the paper bag and one of them rolled up to the man's feet.

The man paused, bent down to pick it up and realised that it was a walnut. But on closer inspection he noticed it was a fake, carved from ordinary wood. The lines were simple and natural, and it was round and lovely to touch, just like the real thing.

"Did you make it yourself?" He suddenly asked. His voice was actually very calm, without the fierceness of his earlier tone.

Luo Wencheng was surprised. Asking for food was just a desperate measure; he hoped to show weakness to the other party and make the man look down on him and let him go.

He didn't expect to receive a response.

He nodded, "Yes, I've been carving them for almost a year. I was going to give them to someone, but I didn't expect that..." Luo Kaifang liked to play with walnuts, especially lion heads (a sort of walnut that looks like ; very expensive ones). Luo Wencheng couldn't afford them, so he carved out such a pair. The moment before he was reborn, he had given them as a gift, and as a result they were tossed away by Luo Kaifang in disgust.

For Luo Wencheng, it was a memory of more than ten years ago, but the embarrassment of being trampled on still remained in his heart. Cold indifference flashed in his eyes, but he spoke with sadness and anxiety: "Do you like them? I'll give them to you, just, just give me something to eat."

The man didn't like this kind of small objects to play with. In fact, he didn't have any hobbies; but the person behind the trash can was skinny and shivering, wearing an overly large suit like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes. Even more coincidentally, at this moment his stomach rumbled, and he blushed, shrinking even smaller, at a loss for words.

The man suddenly remembered the old cat at home. When he had picked up that cat, the little thing was also cowering in a ragged cardboard box, meowing and whimpering, its head tucked into its hind legs. When it heard footsteps, it stuck its head out quietly and looked at him with wet, miserable eyes, expectant and cringing.