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I don't know how the old man explained to Lu Fuling later, and how he blocked the news. When Lu Xian came to the old house to pick up Lu Fuling, he was talking to the old man with a smile, without any strange expression on his face, even with a little expectation.

Lu Xian watched the young man bid farewell to the old man politely, and got into his car with his usual smile, but felt that it was not that simple.

Lu Fuling was raised to have a good temper, but he was also tactful. It is impossible for him not to notice what happened to Lu Li and his wife this time.

It's just that he saw that the old man didn't want him to know, so he pretended to be ignorant.

Lu Xian looked at the young man who seemed to be listless as soon as he got in the car, and wanted to say a few words of comfort, but worried that it would hurt his self-esteem.

It's not that he doesn't know the absurdity of Lu Li and his wife, but this time because of a man, the city is full of trouble, and he regards the other party as an enemy, and fights in public regardless of face. Even he was shocked for a long time when he knew about it.

What's more, Lu Fuling seems to be calm, but he has never encountered any storms, how can he accept that his biological parents have caused such a thing.

He sighed, held the young man's cold hand, but said nothing.

Feeling the heat from his palm, Lu Fuling trembled, raised his head after a while, and shouted in confusion, "Uncle..."

He seemed to want to say something, but he didn't know where to start, his lips trembled twice, and a tear fell in a daze.

Lu Xian touched his cheek, and comforted him with a gentle voice, "Fuling, go to sleep."

When the last light of the setting sun disappeared in the sky, the car stopped in front of Lu's house.

It was raining outside.

Through the car window, through the damp water vapor, Lu Xian saw a figure standing under the eaves from a distance.

The driver held the umbrella and opened the car door for him. As soon as he stood still, the figure ran in front of him.

The boy ran very fast, his hair was covered with rainwater, and his body was also soaked, but he smiled happily.

"Uncle Lu—"

His voice stopped abruptly when he saw a young man who looked somewhat similar to Lu Xian.

The coldness of the rain seemed to seep into his clothes and spread rapidly along the blood vessels, making him unable to move.

The boy stood there dumbfounded.

His heart was cold, and the question that he had been deliberately avoiding since that night was finally placed in front of him unavoidably.

Lu Xian has his relatives.

Therefore, there is no sympathy for each other, nor is it dependent on each other.

He is just the son of an old friend adopted by Lu Xian on a whim, and he may have a relationship with his father, but that's all.

There is nothing special about him.

The young man slowly clenched his fists, the truth was so close, but he still had the last illusion, and asked softly, "Uncle Lu, who is this?"

He seemed to hear his own voice floating in the air lightly.

"Xiao Jue, this is the Fuling I mentioned to you earlier."

A warm voice sounded in my ear, "Hi, I'm Lu Fuling."

A moment of silence.

The boy's eyes drooped slightly, "I'm Song Jue."

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Lu Fuling's move-in didn't seem to bring about any changes, Lu Xian still left early and returned late, busy all day long.

But Song Jue was keenly aware of the difference.

In the past, Lu Xian was often not at home on weekends. He asked the housekeeper in doubt at first, but he didn't get a definite answer. Seeing the expression on the housekeeper's usual face, he could only hold back.

But since Lu Fuling came, Lu Xian stayed at home much more frequently.

On weekend afternoons, he would often work in the study, but Lu Fuling could come in and out of that place where Song Jue almost never stayed for a long time.

He knew that this was nothing. Lu Fuling was Lu Xian's blood relative, and there was a difference between closeness and estrangement.He also knew that he shouldn't get involved in the important place of the study, and he never thought of entering it before.

But once people have a comparison, they will feel embarrassed everywhere.

Just like now, the housekeeper said to him in a harmonious voice, "Master Jue, dinner is ready."

Master Jue, this title was changed after Lu Fuling came.

In the past, he didn't think that a title was worth anything, but when the legitimate young master came, he realized how big a difference there was.

The same appellation was applied to two different people, but everyone's attitudes were completely different.

But these...

As it should be.

The young man gathered his five fingers together, and then slowly released them.

He stood up with a faint smile on his face, "Okay, I'll call Uncle Lu."

The butler responded and quietly withdrew.

He walked to the second floor, stood in front of the study door, and gently knocked on the door twice.

"come in."

It was Lu Fuling's voice.

Song Jue lowered his eyes and gently opened the door.

In the spacious study room, the dark blue curtains were open, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on the two of them.

They sat side by side on the solid wood sofa, with a dark gray laptop on the table.

The computer was on, but Lu Xian didn't look at it, but softly pointed to the book in Lu Fuling's hand and said something.

Seeing him come in, the man briefly said the last two sentences, then looked up at him.

Song Jue quickly glanced at the book on Lu Fuling's lap. It was an English book, very thick.He vaguely saw "invest" written on the cover, and the words next to it felt strange to him, so he could only keep it in his heart.

Lu Fuling also raised his head following Lu Xian, and asked him warmly, "Did you eat?"

Song Jue nodded.

Lu Fuling responded, then lowered his head again, looking at the book in his hand reluctantly.

Lu Xian picked up a metal bookmark and put it in, closed his book, pulled him to stand up, "Go to eat first."

Dinner is very rich, is a rare spicy taste.

Lu Xian grew up in the old house, and was used to the Cantonese cuisine that Mr. Lu loved, so the meals in the Lu family were mainly light.

Song Jue was not used to it at first, and it took a long time to feel better, but faced with the recent sudden change of Sichuan-Chongqing flavor, which was his favorite flavor, the young man couldn't swallow it.

In the silence, Lu Fuling suddenly put down his chopsticks, spoke a few English words quickly, and then looked at Lu Xian with some distress, "Uncle, I still don't understand the difference between them."

Lu Xian took out a wet towel and wiped the corners of his mouth, his tone was flat, "Can't you eat well?"

Lu Fuling smiled apologetically, "Isn't this because I'm confused and can't eat the marrow?"

Young people have been full of worries recently, and it is rare for them to look so narrow-minded.Lu Xian didn't try to force him to come out, but he also hoped that he could look away as soon as possible.

A heir who has weathered many storms and is a prudent governor is good, but Lu Fuling is still young, and Lu Xian doesn't want to spoil him, nor does he want to see him lose his natural childishness.

He said softly, "I'll talk to you again tonight."

The young man let out an "oh", and reluctantly picked up the chopsticks again.

The author says:

This chapter, in fact, is quite stuck.Song Jue rejected Lu Fuling's arrival from the very beginning.Not long ago, he learned that Lu Xian had a nephew, and he was abandoned on New Year's Eve. The young man was already in an uneasy state, but he usually deliberately didn't think about it, but at this time Lu Fuling came, and he showed The closeness with Lu Xian and the preferential treatment Lu Xian gave him.And Lu Xian has always had little warmth towards Song Jue, so he felt scared, but he knew very clearly that he had no right to be dissatisfied or jealous.

As for the competition for favor, one has been cultivated by elite education since childhood, and the other has a sensitive mind and high quotient, so there will be no childish behavior to compete for the favor of adults.This plot is equivalent to a transitional change. The powerless reality can make people step out of their comfort zone and think about making some changes.

Alas, maybe I really didn't write very well, I don't know if you can see this.