landing

Cold, straight to the bone marrow.

It was obviously sweltering in midsummer, but he seemed to be in the coldest winter, and he couldn't feel any warmth.

Consciousness gradually blurred, the world in front of him was slowly engulfed by the night, and Lu Xian fell heavily into the darkness.

And in this silent darkness, there seemed to be something stirring in the depths of his memory. In a trance, he seemed to see some broken and forgotten pictures.

That was the fourth year after he and Song Yulan broke up.

A very ordinary night.

He had just cleared the last obstacle in the board of directors, and when he was in power, he was called back to the old house by Mr. Lu.

The night in early winter is very quiet, and the lights of each house are lit up in bits and pieces.

Lu Xian strolled on the winding mountain road, the cold wind blowing on his face made him calmer, and he became more and more sinking to think about the old man's purpose.

At this time, a child suddenly sprang out of the woods.

Not tall, with his head down, he ran forward in a panic, and accidentally stepped on a cobblestone on the side of the road and fell straight in front of him.

Lu Xian paused.

He glanced down slightly.

It was probably the young master of some family, three or four years old, with a pair of red eyes, and his mouth was pursed, looking like he was about to cry or not.

Lu Xian never meddles in other people's business, the residents in this area are either rich or expensive, it is best not to get involved in other people's housework, but it is late at night after all, and it is impossible for him to let a child sit alone on the road.

So he held out his hand.

The child froze for a moment, rubbed his eyes and looked at him.

Lu Xian leaned over the bed and asked softly, "Which family are you from?"

The child stared at him blankly, his eyes were watery, as if lost in confusion.

Lu Xian put it another way, "Where is your home?"

The child reacted and pointed to the house not far behind the woods.

Lu Xian glanced at it. The distance was not far away, and his original idea of ​​contacting his family faded away. He asked softly, "Can you stand up? I'll take you home."

Hearing the words, the child shook his head quickly, as if he had heard something terrible, grabbed his trouser legs with his little hand, and shouted hoarsely, "Brother, I don't want to go back."

He seemed to be about to cry in the next second, but he still tried his best to hold back his tears and denied, "That's not my home."

"They all hate me."

"Brother, don't send me back."

Lu Xian frowned slightly.

He didn't intend to know the reason, and he didn't want to delay this matter for too long, but listening to the child's crying, he found that he couldn't harden his heart.

Lu Xian was silent, and his tone was more gentle, "Tell me your father's phone number, and I will ask him to pick you up, okay?"

Before the child could answer, his eyes suddenly stared straight at his back, and his expression gradually became tinged with fear.

Lu Xian was a little surprised, and was about to turn around when he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice.

"Ah Xian..."

The man's eyes suddenly cooled down.

The moon was as cool as water, and Song Yulan looked at the man in front of him bewilderedly, with a faint glimmer of water in his eyes.

Lu Xian turned around slowly.

He looked cold, glanced at the other party casually, then looked away, and said indifferently, "Mr. Song."

He finally understood where the faint familiarity with the child came from. He twitched the corners of his mouth somewhat self-deprecatingly, and took two steps back, "So this is Mr. Song's son, but I'm meddling in my own business."

Song Yulan was stung by his alienated attitude, and quickly explained, "Ah Xian, today is grandpa's birthday, I really had no choice but to bring him back..."

Lu Xian interrupted lightly, "This is Mr. Song's private matter, you don't need to tell me."

He nodded slightly, "Excuse me."

Looking at the back of Lu Xian leaving, the child stood shyly beside Song Yulan, and called softly, "Dad."

Unexpectedly, this sentence happened to hit Song Yulan's muzzle.

"Snapped!"

Dull applause sounded behind him.

Lu Xian paused.

He hesitated for a moment or turned around, and unexpectedly saw the child sobbing softly while covering his cheek.

The man's fingers flicked slightly, and his condensed eyes fell on Song Yulan's face, "Mr. Song, he is only a three-year-old child."

Song Yulan didn't expect that Lu Xian would go and come back, so he hurriedly explained, "Ah Xian, listen to me..."

Lu Xian interrupted him again, "Mr. Song, I don't think the relationship between us is so good that we can call each other by name directly." He paused, calmly saying, "Besides, this name makes me feel sick .”

Song Yulan's face turned pale in an instant.

But Lu Xian was not moved at all, he continued without any waves, "This is your child, your blood, no matter what reason you gave birth to him, he is innocent."

born innocent.

This is what he once told Song Yulan.

But now, why is he always blaming Song Jue for Song Yulan's fault?

Many fragments seemed to flash through his mind quickly. At this moment, Lu Xian seemed to have seen half of the boy's life.

All kinds of clothes, different looks, the scene is changing, the boy is growing up, but the only thing that remains the same is the pair of affectionate and stubborn black eyes that always fall on him.

Such heavy feelings, entangled with past entanglements, they seem to be overlapping, questioning his unfeeling angrily, demanding his love, but in the end they slowly separated.

The young man smiled and stretched out his hand towards Lu Xian.

Lu Xian took a step back, half of his body was hidden in the cold darkness, but the man held onto his hand firmly irresistibly.

The scorching temperature came through the clasped palms.

"Tick, tick..."

The intermittent sound of rain connected with his gradually waking consciousness.

Lu Xian slowly opened his eyes, his slender eyelashes trembled a few times, and his eyes gradually focused.

It's in his bedroom.

His body was stiff and sore after the high fever, and he moved his fingers lightly, only to realize that his palm was being held.

He froze for a moment, then slowly turned his head, and a familiar face came into view.

At this moment, Lu Xian couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, he was stuffy, a little sad, a little hurt, like being punched in the softest place.

He raised his hand, wanting to touch the young man's pale side face.

Song Jue seemed to have sensed his movements, and opened her eyes in a daze. When she met his eyes, she immediately regained consciousness.

He shouted in surprise, "Uncle Lu!"

Looking at his bloodshot eyes, Lu Xian felt a little bitterness in his heart, "How long have I been asleep?"

Song Jue choked up for a moment. He lowered his head and wiped the corners of his eyes, trying to smile at the man, "It's been two days."

Lu Xian was a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry."

Song Jue shook his head, his eyelashes were wet, as if tears were about to fall in the next second, but he still smiled and said nonchalantly, "Just wake up, just wake up..."

Lu Xian sighed, raised his hand to cover his eyes, "Stop laughing."

"If you want to cry, just cry."

The author says:

I feel like I've fallen out of favor, everyone doesn't love (ping) me (lun) 2333