Staying at my best friend's house, she was spotted by her gangster uncle

Lu Tingshen left without saying a word.

Tongnian found it when Ye Mingxiu and he came back.

They don’t understand why or what happened?

He came, but it seemed like he didn't come.

On the way back, Lu Tingshen was as quiet as a child, a child without any desires or demands.

He no longer had the frenzy he had before, nor did he laugh hysterically.

Quiet and plain.

Even when he returned to his childhood and saw her, he no longer felt any hatred for her.

hatred?

Lu Tingshen no longer hated her. Even though she had played him around before, he had completely let it go.

She appeared in his sight as if he had just met her.

"Every year."

Lu Siyao came forward and hugged her, and whispered in her ear: "Did anything happen?"

Her words made her feel ashamed, and in fact there was nothing out of the ordinary between them.

Ye Mingxiu is very cultured, as people can see.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Childhood blushed and his eyes were evasive.

He doesn't understand how the little girl gets along with others, and neither does anyone around him.

Half a month after Tongnian left, the Lu family came out to greet her, which was the highest standard.

"grandfather."

When I saw Mr. Lu in my childhood, I affectionately called him Grandpa.

She felt very familiar with it, after all, she couldn't remember her family.

Mr. Lu treated her very well, the same as Lu Siyao: "How was your fun?"

Childhood brought them gifts:

"This is the flower tea I bought for you. The tea there is very good. And it's very beautiful."

I didn’t know that scented tea is suitable for girls when I was a child.

She didn't understand tea, she just thought it was very beautiful, and a unique scented tea.

Lu Tingshen looked at the little woman happily introducing the gifts she brought, and he felt a hard-to-describe feeling in his heart.

"So good, more filial than Yaoyao." Mr. Lu would never say he didn't like her.

"Grandpa! Didn't I fail to go?" Lu Siyao shook his arm.

The two little ones made the old man happy, which is something no one else can do.

If she had this ability in her childhood, her looks would have helped her score extra points.

She gave the gifts to everyone in turn, and in front of Lu Tingshen was an exquisite handbag.

It’s different from other packaging. Others are either handmade soaps or some handicrafts. Why does his look different?

Yeah, of course he is different.

When Lu Tingshen left, Tongnian was always feeling uneasy.

She couldn't figure out why he suddenly appeared and left, nor did she know why her heart beat faster every time she saw him.

She was like a child who had done something wrong, standing in front of Lu Tingshen at a loss as to what to do.

Lu Tingshen looked at her and took her gift.

"what is this?"

Lu Siyao was curious, she wanted to know what gifts everyone received?

Childhood fear, opening it in public is not a good thing:

"This……"

Lu Tingshen put the gift directly into his suit pocket without opening it.

"Stingy." Lu Siyao was just curious and wanted to see what was going on.

My uncle is like this, he doesn’t know how to be gentle with women at all.

Yes, be gentle and kind to women.

Especially her, the apple of my eye.

Since she was a child, Lu Tingshen has never given in to her. If it weren’t for Gu... Forget it, let’s not mention him.

Gu Jinyan never looked for her, and never did. So in the past half month, Lu Siyao almost forgot about him.

forget?

Maybe she is the only one who believes it.

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Lu Tingshen returned to his room and opened the exquisite box, which contained a lighter.

He smiled. This was the first time he received a lighter as a gift.

Of course, those who gave him gifts, in addition to those brand-name luxury goods, also gave him high-end jewelry.

Lu Tingshen was no longer surprised by this, but this one was a little special.

There is a small logo on the lighter, L T S.

This is his abbreviation, a child's trick.

Lu Tingshen expressed disdain, but still played with it in his hand for a while.

A warm feeling passed through his heart.

childhood.

Lu Tingshen lit a cigarette and stood on the balcony looking down.

She was painting in the yard again, with the moonlight shining down, appearing dimly.

He didn't understand why she wanted to paint the moonlight. What was the real artistic conception of her painting?

The first time you see someone painting by moonlight, you should know that this is not normal.

Yeah, I didn’t know that in my childhood either.

But she just likes abstract paintings. The moonlight is blurry, and blurriness is best.

Is not it?

There is no need to understand everything about people or things. Perhaps ambiguity is the truth.

Like her, she is blurry.

No matter how confident and generous she is during the day, she is always melancholy and sad at night, like moonlight, unpredictable.

In fact, she often painted here, and sometimes she would sit there and daydream, but Lu Tingshen didn't know because he rarely came back before.

Yes, that period when he deliberately didn't come back.

He looked at her for a long time.

When I was a child, the poems and paintings I wrote were not organized and were mostly written on a whim.

Sometimes, under Ye Mingxiu's guidance, she did complete a lot of works, which were published and sold.

She is self-sufficient now. Although she has no job, she has no worries about food and clothing.

She wants to save it and do what she wants.

In fact, the Lu family gives her pocket money every month. They don’t know whether it is a fixed amount, but it is a card with no upper limit.

But her childhood was useless, and the money she used to buy gifts came from selling her own articles and paintings.

So, she didn't buy any expensive luxury goods, but Lu Tingshen's lighter did cost her thousands of dollars, and her heart was bleeding.

However, she knew that anything worth buying was not cheap.

"What did you draw?"

The voice coming from behind her was his, but it was still scary at night.

Childhood was so frightened that the whole person was in a daze.

"Is it that exaggerated? I walked without making any sound just now."

Lu Tingshen did make some noises on purpose when she walked, but she was distracted while creating her work, so how could she possibly notice these things?

She turned and looked at him:

"You blame me for being too focused?"

There was something else behind her words, and her intention to blame him was too obvious. This little girl is really good at talking.

He scratched his nose awkwardly:

"What are you drawing?"

He couldn't see clearly what she was painting. It was probably a random drawing like stars, with no rules and very abstract.

He doesn't understand, but he appreciates it.

“I paint light, which symbolizes rebirth and hope.”

I admired my own creations in my childhood, so it was understandable that I was questioned.

After all, few people can understand her, her world and her creations like Ye Mingxiu.

"Light can be reborn?"

Lu Tingshen didn’t understand, and of course he couldn’t understand paintings.

"Rebirth is impossible. It is impossible. So I want to paint it and make it real."

Talk about yourself in childhood again, you are the one who is reborn.

Lu Tingshen remained silent, because at this moment he seemed to understand something.

"Uncle, do you know who I am? Have you known me before?"