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And in the days that followed, we also seemed to have reached some kind of agreement and usually eat together every day. Under my suggestion, the venue has been changed to various civilian but delicious restaurants. Of course, he paid for it.

I heard that after I didn’t cook at home on Saturday, Zhou Lin, the boss who had planned the meal, was reluctant and cried on the phone: “No way! Where can I find food if you don’t cook at home! Usually you I feel like throwing up every day when I eat takeaway at work, you don’t pity me... Besides, weekends are always the two of us, who dare to snatch it from me? Whose house are you going to?"

I turned down the volume of the call, and I didn't know what to say to him: "I didn't force you to eat takeaway, didn't you ask the housekeeper to clean up, and didn't you add cooking along the way?"

"I don't want to eat the food cooked by housekeeping! I want to eat the food you cook. Can you tell me clearly, where are you going if you're not at home?" Zhou Lin and I played rogues, chasing after us like a jealous woman. Abandon.

"Oh, friend's house, friend's house." Since he was a troublemaker since he was a child, he has grown up, and I have nothing to do with him.

"Which friend?"

"you do not know."

"Okay, you still have friends I don't know? Which of your close friends doesn't know me?" He became even more troubled when he heard that, "Tell me, don't you want me anymore?"

"Isn't it normal to have friends you don't know...and I'm definitely going this time." Just kidding, I'm afraid that if I don't go, I won't be able to keep my job the next day.

Of course, deep down, I know that Mr. Lu is not that kind of person.

"No! I want to follow you!" Zhou Lin acted like a dog protecting food, "I'll come to your house tonight."

I imagined the situation of bringing Zhou Lin to Mr. Lu's house.

It is estimated that the two of them will have to fight.

"It's alright, it's alright, make it look real." I knew Zhou Lin would be honest once he said this, "I still have to go shopping, so I won't talk to you anymore." Then he ignored his muttering. phone.

As if I knew what I was thinking, as soon as I put on my shoes and was about to go out, a text message from Mr. Lu came: No need to bring anything.here has.

After a while, the phone vibrated again: I will pick you up tomorrow morning.

Is it necessary to go there in the morning... Isn't it a matter of making a meal?While thinking about it, I said hello.

They really came to pick me up in the morning, and when the electric bell rang in the hall at ten o'clock the next day, I was still dazed under the covers, put on some clothes and stumbled out to open the door.

Standing outside the door was Mr. Lu, who was neatly dressed and meticulously dressed. Facing me, who had disheveled hair, unstretched collar, and reversed slippers, he asked, "Have you gotten up yet?"

"Hmm." I let him in sideways, and raised my hand to cover a teary yawn.

"What time did you go to bed last night?"

"Huh? One or two o'clock..." I was still not clear-headed, so I replied unconsciously.

Mr. Lu frowned, looked at me very seriously and said, "You can't go to bed late and wake up late. Waking up early is good for your health, so go to bed early."

After being inexplicably educated, I finally woke up, and found that I was meeting my boss in a disrespectful manner, blushing, and rushed into the bathroom like a whirlwind: "I'm sorry, Boss Lu, wait for me!"

Although... the other party's attention seems to be completely on another strange point.

I don't know why, Mr. Lu's serious face of teaching me to go to bed early and get up early makes people smile so hard that they can't hold back.

Finally dressed, washed and tidied up, and then dared to come out to meet people: "I kept you waiting for a long time...do you want to sit for a while before leaving?"

Mr. Lu, who seemed to like staying at my house, shook his head: "Let's go."

Mr. Lu drove the car to a high-end forest-view villa area away from the busy city. I could imagine that rich people like to live in secluded and elegant places, but what I didn't expect was that he didn't live alone.

As soon as the door was opened, I felt something flying towards my stomach at an accelerated speed, and I groaned unpreparedly.

"Uncle!" There was a crisp childish voice as he bumped into him.

I lowered my head, and a tiger-headed little guy was looking up and baring his front teeth at me.

The little boy and I stared at each other for a moment, then backed away in three steps at a time: "Hey...it's not uncle."

Mr. Lu closed the door behind me and called out, "Lu Jingyang!"

The little boy's round eyes lit up, and he poked his head in front of me: "Uncle, you are here! Is this the uncle you said you would bring to our house?"

"Well," Mr. Lu nodded, and said seriously, "Uncle Xiao Zhang."

"Hello, Uncle Zhang!" The little boy opened his mouth and shouted, not afraid of strangers at all.

I haven't figured out what's going on yet, but I was amused by this cute kid, and I bent down and responded with a smile: "You are also good. Is Lu Jingyang your name?"

"Yes." The little boy replied seriously.

"How old are you?"

"I'm six years old this year, and I'll be seven years old in July." Lu Jingyang was very articulate, and his words were rigid, very attractive.

"Then I'm going to elementary school soon."

Lu Jingyang nodded, "Father said, you will be a man after elementary school."

I straightened up and looked at Mr. Lu suspiciously. This was obviously not his son.

"Jingyang is my brother's son." Mr. Lu introduced him kindly.

"You have an older brother? He..." I was just about to ask him if he lives with you, when a steady voice rang out in the hallway: "Are you Xiao Zhang? Don't stand at the door, come in and talk."

I turned my head and found that another man walked in front of me at some point.At first glance, this man is Mr. Lu's brother. His facial features are six to seven points similar to him, and his physique is similar. He is even slightly shorter than Mr. Lu, but his facial features are sharp, and his temperament seems to be more restrained and powerful. attitude.

If Mr. Lu is said to be cold and indifferent on the surface, he has a completely different aura. Under his gentle appearance is unfathomable power.

Facing such a person, I couldn't help feeling awkward, feeling a little like I was meeting my boss: "Hi, I'm Zhang Chengjin. You are... Mr. Lu's brother, right?"

The man smiled and held out his hand to me: "Don't be so nervous. I'm Xiaoyao's brother, Lu Xiao. I've heard of you a long time ago."

"Ah..." I hurriedly held his outstretched hand. It was the first time I heard someone call Mr. Lu Xiaoyao, and I felt very novel.It was as if, apart from Mr. Lu as the boss, Mr. Lu as a friend, Mr. Lu who was alone, Mr. Lu who was drunk and many other aspects, he discovered another side of Mr. Lu.

This little bit of participation in the process of understanding his life made me inexplicably comfortable.

The moment I clasped my hands together, I felt the sharp scrutiny of the other party's eagle eyes, like invisible X-rays irradiating me from the beginning to the end.

After the greeting, Mr. Lu put his hand on my shoulder, but he didn't speak to me: "Brother, I'll take him back to the room to rest first."

Lu Xiao nodded in agreement, and I always had the illusion that there was a narrow smile in the eagle's eyes: "You go. There is still some time before dinner, don't worry."

I wanted to say just sit in the living room, but the involuntary force on my shoulders dragged me forward.

Mr. Lu's room is just as I imagined. Needless to say, it's spacious. It's decorated in a simple European style. The colors are plain. Apart from the necessary furniture, there are no individual decorations. It looks very clean, but it's also a bit cold.

Personally, I still prefer things with warm colors. Whether I am alone or not, warm and bright colors always comfort people.Some favorite little things also add to the sense of belonging to this place.

Mr. Lu directly pulled me to sit down on the big bed together, without feeling uncomfortable, so I didn't feel uncomfortable.

"That's your...brother?" Seeing that Mr. Lu was just sitting, I was so curious that I had no choice but to pick a word.

"Hmm." Sullenly.

"Have you always lived with your brother?"

"No, my brother was abroad before, and this year Jingyang will be in elementary school before coming back. My house is empty, so let them live together."

A very plain explanation, but I heard something that made my heart a little numb.Do you feel... lonely?The house is big and empty, day after day, with no one around, it must be very sad.

Driven by this inexplicable emotion, I raised my hand unconsciously...and touched Mr. Lu's head.Like comforting a big injured dog, he stroked it twice.

When I realized what I was doing, I froze with fright, the matter was irreversible—but Mr. Lu didn't react as I imagined, he lowered his head slightly, let me do my hands up and down, his shoulders relaxed and slumped, As if it was the most natural thing to do.

"Then... are you going to let Jingyang go to elementary school in China?" I continued the topic as if nothing had happened.

"Well, I won't leave in the future. I'm done with my overseas affairs and plan to stay." Speaking of his family, Mr. Lu talked a lot more than usual.

"By the way, where's Jingyang's mother? Why didn't I see my sister-in-law just now?" I didn't notice that I had already identified Lu Xiao as my brother.

Mr. Lu was silent for a while, as if he was thinking about how to answer.

"No."

"No?" I paused, and my thoughts immediately diverged to various bad places, car accidents, diseases, accidents, "I'm sorry, I don't..."

"Jingyang was not my brother's own. He was adopted." Mr. Lu interrupted me and said clearly.

"It turned out to be like this..." I was very surprised, but also a little embarrassed, "Little Jingyang is also suffering, but his luck is not bad. Your brother is really kind."

I can't see that Lu Xiao, who is not simple at first glance, has such a kind and soft side.

Of course, he is Mr. Lu's elder brother.

"Then your brother isn't actually married? Has Jingyang been taken by him all the time?"

Mr. Lu responded through his nose.

My brother, who was afraid at first impression, couldn't help but feel good about it.

"You and your brother are very close." Although it seems normal, I can see that Mr. Lu has a very good attitude towards this brother, a rare intimacy.

Suddenly, without warning, the person next to me flung herself down on the bed, burying her face in the sheet that was close to my thigh.

There was a buzzing sound in my head, and there was a strange numbness from the base of my thigh, as if I had been sitting for a long time, and it seemed like goosebumps, like an electric shock.

This kind of Mr. Lu seems familiar, and it is the most overwhelming for me.

He seemed to be very tired for a moment, and a string in his body was suddenly plucked to break.

"I was...brought up by my elder brother." After a long while, the person whose face was stuffed in the bed sheet made a muffled voice, which didn't sound like him.

But I know he's just trying to cover it up.

At that time, all my curiosity suddenly vanished for no reason. I didn’t want to ask any more questions, and I didn’t feel the need to ask any more questions. I just sat quietly by the side and unconsciously stroked his face, which was so obvious because of his lying posture. butterfly bone.

At that time, I just wanted to tell him that no matter what I experienced, it was over.

The author has something to say: The gentle Xiao Zhang really makes people want to eat it in one bite