Traveling through troubled times, he fled with his stepson

Qingpu No. 9 Middle School is a mediocre high school in Qingyang. It is neither a key training school nor a school for getting by. It is just ordinary, so ordinary that for a long time, except for students and parents, no one else was even interested in mentioning its name.

In the second semester of his senior year, Lu Ziyuan was forced to transfer to Qingpu No. 9 Middle School.

To say that he was forced is not entirely accurate, because he only found out about it after he got off the plane. He was completely deceived by his family.

After Lu Ziyuan got off the airport, he directly contacted the driver arranged by his father. He didn't get enough sleep on the plane and was indifferent to the surrounding environment. As a result, he didn't even have the chance to regret later.

Just after Lu Ziyuan finished talking to the driver, the driver quickly came to the airport gate to pick up Lu Ziyuan.

Lu Ziyuan knew the driver who came to pick him up. He was one of his father's assistants. His surname seemed to be Li. Lu Ziyuan was not very clear about the driver's name, nor was he interested in it. He couldn't even remember the names of his classmates in the same semester. How could he expect him to remember the name of an assistant beside his father? I'm afraid it's going to rain red.

When Lu Ziyuan woke up from the car, what greeted him was the dark sky outside the window and an unknown place.

"Hmm...are we at Tenghui?"

Lu Ziyuan half-closed his eyes and opened the car door. Outside was not the brightly lit Tenghui Street, but instead, tall and lush trees on both sides and apartments.

He frowned fiercely and asked the driver surnamed Li in a low voice, "What's going on? Why isn't it Tenghui Street?"

Tenghui Street is called a street, but it is actually a villa area in Province A, which is slightly away from the suburbs. The people who live there are either very rich or powerful. It is where famous people of the previous generation lived. How could it be a shabby apartment with two out of five street lights?

"Young master, the gentleman said that he only needs to take you to your destination. The rest is not within my responsibility." The driver paused, then said, "But you can call and ask the gentleman." After that, he handed the key to Lu Ziyuan, took the luggage out of the trunk, sat in the passenger seat neatly and drove away. Of course, this was in Lu Ziyuan's eyes. In fact, it would be more accurate to say that the driver surnamed Li fled.

Lu Ziyuan pointed at Lu Zhen's name and dialed the number.

"Hello... have we arrived?" A deep voice came from the phone, carrying a hint of indescribable oppression.

"what do you mean?"

"It's nothing, I just want you to stop playing around."

"say clearly."

"From now on until one month before the college entrance examination, you will stay in Qingyang. I will transfer money to your card on time. It's not much, but it's enough for you to live. You should also understand who gave you the capital to play those games before..."

The person over there spoke slowly and steadily, but it made Lu Ziyuan extremely annoyed.

"Do you think you can trap me like this? You think I'm too useless." Lu Ziyuan pulled the corner of his mouth and said disdainfully.

"I know that it would be easy for you to return to City A from Qingyang. You don't even need my help. Not to mention that I didn't take back your ID card and passport. Even if I did, you could still come back. But you have to know that this is not what I meant." The other end paused, and finally said it.

"This is what Ms. Jiang meant. She hopes you won't live your life like this."

"..." Lu Ziyuan's breathing stagnated, and he finally hung up the phone in a hurry. He kicked the tree hard, and the leaves on the branches fell down one after another.

"grass!"

Lu Ziyuan covered his face with his palms and took a deep breath. When he looked up again, he saw a boy not far away watching all this quietly. He met Lu Ziyuan's eyes, looked back expressionlessly, and then walked forward.

When passing by Lu Ziyuan, Lu Ziyuan finally saw the boy's face under the dim light.

He has fair skin and a face that even a boy like Lu Ziyuan has to admit is really handsome. However, what attracts the most attention is his eyes. They are beautiful but not ostentatious, the kind that becomes more beautiful the more you look at them. The indifferent attitude in his eyes makes his temperament seem a little distant and unapproachable.

Lu Ziyuan was stunned for a moment, but finally carried his suitcase and entered the apartment.

The apartment is on the seventh floor. Turn right when you get out of the elevator and you'll find Lu Ziyuan's house. Don't ask him how he knew that. There's a piece of paper on the keychain that explains a lot of things to pay attention to. It seems that Mr. Lu Zhen has also realized that every time he and his son talk on the phone, they end up parting on bad terms, so he actually has this trick up his sleeve.

The house has two bedrooms, a living room, a bathroom and a kitchen, which is enough for one person to live in. It is very clean and has all the daily necessities. A sentence flashed through Lu Ziyuan's mind: Just move in with your luggage, and I guarantee you will be satisfied.

He curled his lips, finding this wild idea a little funny. He threw the suitcase aside, entered the bedroom and jumped onto the bed.

After a long time, he turned over and stared at the light in a daze.

Just like that, he came to Qingyang.

He remembered that in ancient times, the royal family would send princes who failed to compete for the throne to frontiers. Although his situation was different, it was also equivalent to a disguised exile. The only difference was that in the end, he had to go back to inherit the throne, oh no, to inherit the family property.

Thinking of this, Lu Ziyuan was happy.

As he was having fun, he was stunned again.

He was exiled...

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The next morning, the phone rang again and again. Lu Ziyuan hung up again and again. By the fourth time, Lu Ziyuan's sleepiness was completely disturbed.

"Who the hell is this so early in the morning..."

"Master Lu, what's up? I didn't see you at the registration today." A lazy voice came from the other end.

"Xiao Ning, damn it, I've been exiled..." Lu Ziyuan scratched his head, his tone was so irritable that he just wanted to hit someone.

"Exile?" The voice on the other end was a little surprised, and then laughed.

“Master Lu, you even mentioned the word exile. It seems that your situation is not very good.”

Lu Ziyuan's eyes moved around in this small bedroom. "The situation is not bad, it is very bad." Although he had only a glimpse of this place called Qingyang yesterday, and only saw the apartments and streets, it was enough for Lu Ziyuan to understand what kind of city Qingyang is. The only one who can see it is probably that boy. In the eyes of Lu Ziyuan, who thinks everything is shabby, that boy is considered to be acceptable.

"It's so miserable. Then when will you come over? If you need help, just tell me. How many years have we been brothers?"

"Don't worry, I'll definitely find you when I need help on my way back."

……

After hanging up the phone, Lu Ziyuan was no longer sleepy and had to get up. He lay on the bed without moving as soon as he came back last night. His suitcase was still in the living room. He had to find two pieces of clothes and take a shower.