landing

There was one more person in the car back than when we came, but the atmosphere was even quieter.

Song Jue was sitting on the back seat with her head down, grabbing the shoulder straps of her backpack with both hands, and unconsciously picking at them.

Lu Xian sat on the other side, and he took off his damp coat when he got in the car, revealing the black suit inside.

There was a flat table board between the two of them, on which there were two bottles of Evian's mineral water, which remained motionless during the driving of the car.

During the long silence, the secretary spoke first, "President Lu, shall I take you home directly, or?"

Lu Xian raised his eyes, glanced at the silent and uneasy young man from the corner of his eyes, and looked at the secretary who was waiting for his instructions in the rearview mirror, "This is Song Jue, my adopted son, you will go through the adoption formalities later."

The secretary quickly responded, "Yes."

He changed his posture, looked sideways at Song Jue, straightened his back slightly, but his voice was still casual and indifferent, "I am Lu Xian, your father's friend, and I will be your adoptive father in the future."

Song Jue tightened her grip on the strap of her schoolbag, and said hesitantly, "Father mentioned you."

Lu Xian's gaze paused.

He was a little surprised. In his impression, Song Yulan was not a nostalgic person.It's really not Song Yulan's style to mention to his children his lover who was abandoned by him more than ten years ago.

But... Lu Xian withdrew his gaze, and relaxed back on the seat.

He didn't want to delve into it.

Song Jue felt that the atmosphere had become a little stiff. He pursed his dry lips and asked tentatively, "Then do I need to call you father?"

Lu Xian didn't look at him directly, "No need, you are still Song Jue, not Lu."

Something seemed to light up in Song Jue's eyes. He clenched his fists and said seriously, "Uncle Lu."

Lu Xian was noncommittal.

It was already too late to arrive in city a.

When the car stopped at the gate of Lu's house, Lu Xian was flipping through the documents in his hand.

When he saw the last page, he signed his name at the end with a pen and closed the folder.

He pressed the center of his eyebrows, handed the document to the secretary, and then looked at the boy beside him.

He was used to being quiet, so he didn't notice that Song Jue had already fallen asleep unconsciously.

The young man curled up, fisted with both hands on his chest, his slender eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, he looked pitiful and harmless, but there was a deep notch between his brows, and he slept extremely restlessly.

Lu Xian thought, after all, he was just a child.

He twirled his fingertips, feeling an inexplicable urge to smooth the wrinkles between his brows, but the moment he touched the young man's face, Song Jue's eyelashes trembled slightly——

opened his eyes.

Lu Xian met Song Jue's misty eyes, and withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, "Are you awake? Get out of the car."

Song Jue blinked, patted his face to make himself more awake, and pushed open the car door with his backpack on his back.

Cold wind blows.

Song Jue couldn't help but sneezed.

Lu Xian, who had already walked away, didn't notice, Song Jue rubbed the tip of his nose, and hurriedly followed.

As soon as he entered the door, the butler at the side greeted him, "Sir, dinner is ready."

Lu Xian handed him the wet coat in his hand, and pointed to the young man behind him, "This is Song Jue, I will live here from now on."

The housekeeper is an old man who came from the old house of the Lu family. He understood Lu Xian's hidden meaning when he heard the words, but found it inconceivable, "What do you mean, sir?"

Lu Xian walked towards the stairs without looking back, and said in a calm voice, "Song Yulan's son, I adopted him. You can discuss the specific matters with Li Tezhu, so don't ask me."

The housekeeper's expression changed obviously when he heard the name "Song Yulan", but Lu Xian in front didn't notice.

While speaking, he had already walked up to the second floor.

The butler didn't follow. He stood at the stairs and asked again, "When do you want to eat, sir?"

Lu Xian didn't stop walking, pushed the study door open with one hand, turned on the light, "Send it to me."

He paused and glanced down.

The thin boy stood at the entrance, his hair was a little wet, and the broken hair was messily pasted on his forehead.He held the schoolbag strap on his waist tightly with both hands, and pursed his white lips tightly, like a cub who had stepped into someone else's territory, looking uneasy and stubborn.

Lu Xian paused, and told the housekeeper downstairs, "Let the kitchen make him some light food."

The lights in the study stayed on until late at night.

It was already 11:30 when Lu Xian finished his business.

He put down the pen in his hand, rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and there was a trace of tiredness in his eyes.

Unlike spring and summer, there are no unknown insects chirping at night in late autumn, and even the fallen leaves are silent.

So the slight sound of the door opening was extraordinarily clear.

Lu Xian closed the study door and looked up. Song Jue was standing in his room, the door was quietly opened a crack, and a pair of eyes looked at him without blinking.

Facing Lu Xian's gaze, the boy quickly withdrew his gaze and rubbed his fingers nervously.

It was only then that Lu Xian remembered that he had adopted a child today, and he walked up to the young man with a flat tone, "Is there something wrong?"

Song Jue didn't expect Lu Xian to come over, she lowered her head and said in a low voice, "I... can't sleep."

Speaking of the words "can't sleep", he was obviously a little embarrassed, and the tips of his ears turned red.

Lu Xian looked at the hair on the boy's head, and frowned slightly, "So?"

The young man gritted his teeth, mustered up the courage to look up at Lu Xian, and asked softly, "Uncle Lu...can you sleep with me?"

His hair is upturned with two dull hairs, his eyelashes are trembling nervously, and his eyes are staring at him intently, full of expectation and a little shy, looking like a little milk cat with its belly exposed for petting .

Lu Xian softened his eyes rarely, and stretched out his hand to touch the boy's head.

The boy thought he saw hope and wanted to add fuel to the fire, so he added, "It turns out that my father will sleep with me."

Lu Xian paused.

He withdrew his hand and looked at Song Jue expressionlessly, "Your father is indeed a gentle man."

His tone was incomprehensible, Song Jue pursed his lips, not knowing how to answer.

He felt as if he had messed up something, shouldn't he mention his father?However, isn't it because of his father that Lu Xian adopted him?

Song Jue didn't quite understand, and didn't know how to remedy it, so he could only softly respond to Lu Xian's words.

Lu Xian took a step back, "Rest early."

Song Jue understood that this was a rejection of his request, and a secret sense of loss arose in his heart, but soon, he suppressed this thought, raised his head and smiled at Lu Xian, "Good night, Uncle Lu."

Lu Xian was startled, turned his eyes away, and replied calmly, "Good night."

He goes back to his room.

Late autumn nights always seem long and empty.

Lu Xian leaned against the head of the bed, holding a thin cigarette between his fingertips. In the smog, he looked sideways at the moonlight outside the window.

In a trance, he felt as if there was such a scene in his memory.

Late night, waning moon, scarlet flames.

Among the cigarette butts and ashes all over the place, he sat alone until dawn.

Lu Xian lowered his eyes and extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand.

He lay back on the bed, pressed the button on the remote control to close the curtains, and closed his eyes.

Rarely, Lu Xian had a dream.

That was the summer 12 years ago.

He and Song Yulan have known each other since childhood, and Song Yulan is five years older than him.

The Lu family has been in business for generations, and the Song family is a literati family. The relationship between the two families is not close, but he and Song Yulan are very close.

How good is it?

He fought outside, was injured, committed a crime, and never found his family.

Song Yulan always took the trouble to deal with these trivial matters for him again and again, and then gently advised him.

Boys will always have such a middle and second period, and then they will start to fall in love, and their eyes will start to stare at the beautiful girls around them.

Children from rich families are always precocious, and there are not a few people in the circle who start eating meat at the age of 15.

But he never had desire.

No, in fact, to be precise, he only had desire for Song Yulan.

Young people are high-spirited and always fight for what they want.

But... That's Song Yulan.

That was Song Yulan, whom he had always respected and loved as his elder brother.

So he could only bury his thoughts, because he was afraid that one day, Song Yulan would find him disgusting if he found out.

The strangest thing about fate, however, is its capriciousness.

It was a hot summer day, his birthday, Song Yulan was wearing a white shirt, standing under the locust tree, interlocking his fingers.

The sun was very high that day, and the wind was blowing hot, but Song Yulan's eyes were full of tenderness and love, which made him addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself from it.

He said, "Ah Xian, would you like to be with me?"

The young Lu Xian seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming.

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