"Fengfeng, what's gotten into you? If you don't like the food at our house, fine, but are the fruits not to your taste either?" Zheng Wei wasn't exactly interrogating him, but his tone wasn't pleasant, either.
Zheng Wei's wife tried to smooth things over, looking concerned as she spoke to Yu Chuanfeng. "Fengfeng, are you feeling unwell? If something's wrong, tell your aunt and uncle. Your parents call you every day, right? You can tell them, too. Don't be afraid."
In Yu Chuanfeng's eyes, the faces of Zheng Wei's family were familiar, yet distorted.
He stiffly shook his head and mumbled an apology before returning to his room alone.
Outside, Zheng Wei's family spoke in hushed voices. From his room, Yu Chuanfeng could just make out some of what they were saying.
"...Should we take him to the hospital?"
"I don't know. I told my younger brother, too. I don't know what's going on with this kid..."
Yu Chuanfeng took out his phone. He must have called me.
The things he said sounded familiar to me. Before long, Zheng Wei's son came in and told Yu Chuanfeng to take a shower. After that, just as I remembered, the two of them got into an argument.
The lights in the room went out. Yu Chuanfeng slept on the floor, while Zheng Wei's son slept in the bed. They took turns sleeping in the bed each night, and the one on the floor had a thick mattress, so it wasn't much of a problem.
On the first night, the two boys had been so caught up playing games together that they made enough noise to wake Zheng Wei and earn a scolding.
But that happy brotherly bond had been broken by Yu Chuanfeng in less than two days.
Now, the two boys