Wei Zhong: Storyteller!AU (Pt. 2)
I finally let the boy in.
I directed him towards the fireplace. As he sat in front of it, I went to my bedroom to grab a blanket for him. When I came back, I saw him just staring blankly at the fireplace without moving or blinking at all. It was as if he was actually a statue. But, I don’t mind it anyway. I knelt near him and draped the blanket around his shoulders. He didn’t really react to my treatment.
“Do you require anything else?” I asked with a gentle voice.
He just shook his head. But, seeing his pale and slender body he had, I felt bad if I didn’t give him some food. So, I went to my kitchen and see if there was anything I could give to him to eat. Unfortunately, I only found tea and a some snack at my cupboard. So, I prepared for him just that.
“Here.” I said as put a cup of tea and a plate of snacks near him. He looked at me, surprised. “But, Mr, I can’t eat this.” He replied.
I smiled and replied to him, “It’s fine. You can eat it.”
For the first time, I saw him smile brightly. He looked like a really a sweet boy. “Thank you, Mr.” he said happily as he grabbed a piece of the snack and eat it.
I replied him with a nod. I sat near him to accompany him. He was busy with his snack. I could see he had some crumbles around his mouth. But, after awhile, he looked at me and asked, “Mr, you like to read a story, right?”
“That’s right. I did that every night.”
“I can’t tell you fairy tales.”
“That’s okay. You can tell me any story. I’ll listen.”
“Fine, then. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
I sat at my chair and grabbed my favorite book. Flipping pages and pages, wondering about whose story I should tell to him. My book stopped at certain page. An interesting story was written. I smiled as I began to read the story.
There is a story about a man...
who was once a loving father.
Until he was obsessed with material...
and worship it as if it was a god...
I looked at the boy once in a while as a keep reading the story. He just sit in silence and keep his gaze straight. He didn’t react, only listen. It made me enjoy telling the story even more. He kept doing the same thing until I finally finished my story. Yes, I like it this way rather than interrupting me with pointless reactions. After telling one long story, I closed the book and look at him again.
“An interesting story... You really are good at this, Mr.” he said as he stood up with a smile. “Well, I’m feeling better now. Thank you for letting me stay, Mr.”
“Your welcome.” I said as I turned my attention away for a moment to place my book at the nearby table. As I looked back at him, he was nowhere to be seen. I looked at the tea and snack I gave him before. None of them seemed touched. Amused by it, I smiled.
Of course... It was obvious enough...
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