landing

time flies.

When Lu Xian finished his work and returned to Lu's house, the sun had already set in the west.

It was a little cold at night, and the floor heating was turned on indoors.

Lu Xian only wore a white shirt with two buttons unbuttoned at the neckline. He leaned against the sofa, held the hot tea made by the butler in his hand, took a few sips, and asked as if thinking of something, "Song Where's Jue?"

The butler stood by the sofa and replied, "The young master is in the room, and he seems to have a bad appetite. He didn't eat much in the morning and noon, and he didn't talk much."

Lu Xian's eyebrows moved slightly, "What's going on?"

The housekeeper went on to say, "Since you left in the morning, the young master hasn't eaten anymore, and he seems to be in a bad mood. Except for going downstairs at noon for a few bites, he has been staying in the room alone."

Lu Xian put down his teacup, his eyes sank, "You didn't ask him why?"

The butler noticed his low pressure and shook his head, "I asked, but the young master said it was nothing, so I can't ask again." He glanced at the servant who prepared the tableware, and sincerely suggested, "Sir, I'm about to It's time for dinner, why don't I call the young master down?"

Lu Xian stood up, with a low voice, "No, I'll go see him."

Song Jue's room was on the other side of the second floor, only a few steps away from Lu Xian's study.

Lu Xian stood at the door of the room, knocking on the door with his fingers.

Neither light nor heavy, three strokes.

After about half a minute, a voice came from inside, "Who is it?"

Not knowing whether it was an illusion or because of the door, Lu Xian felt that the boy's voice sounded different from yesterday, and seemed weak.

He pursed his thin lips and pressed the doorknob.

The room is always in black and white tones, and the decoration is very simple. The curtains are drawn, and only a small lamp is turned on at the head of the bed. Lu Xian can see the figure huddled on the bed and the young man's pale face that is somewhat transparent. .

Song Jue had her eyes closed at first, and opened them only when she heard the noise. She was in a daze until Lu Xian walked to the bedside before she suddenly realized that she suddenly sat up from the bed and wanted to get down.

As a result, his eyes went dark, and his head almost hit the ground.

Fortunately, Lu Xian's hand clasped his forearm in time to avoid this innocent disaster.

Song Jue was so frightened that he woke up, he took a breath and shouted, "Uncle Lu, why are you here?"

Lu Xian frowned even tighter.

It wasn't his delusion, the boy's voice was indeed lacking in energy, and his face was bloodless, so pale that it was a little blue.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes were cold, "Song Jue, are you losing your temper with me?"

The young man was stunned, not knowing where the word "lost temper" came from.

Who knows that in Lu Xian's eyes, this is a sign of guilt.

He added, "Because I rejected your request this morning, so you won't eat today?"

Before the boy could react, his little brain was spinning with difficulty.

Lu Xian's eyes turned cold.

He looked down at the boy, and said in a cold tone, "Song Jue, I think you didn't understand what I said this morning."

"If you want to make trouble, you want to go on a hunger strike, no matter what you do to yourself, it will not change my decision."

"I won't indulge you."

The young man realized Lu Xian's intentions belatedly. He felt anxious and wronged, and quickly said, "Uncle Lu, no, no, I didn't..."

He wanted to pull Lu Xian's sleeve and let Lu Xian listen to his explanation, but he got up too hastily, his eyes were dark again, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Lu Xian caught him, saw that there was a layer of sweat on his forehead, and was anxious to speak, so he lowered his voice slightly, "Shut up."

He took out his mobile phone and dialed the Lu family's usual private doctor.

The doctor came quickly, gave Song Jue a bottle of medicine after a simple examination.

Lu Xian stood by the window, looking at the dark night outside.

After the doctor finished his diagnosis and treatment, he walked to his side, and reported without waiting for Lu Xian to ask, "The young master is suddenly so weak because of lack of sleep for many consecutive days, coupled with hypoglycemia, and some stomach problems."

Lu Xian was startled, and his fingertips flicked slightly.

He soon realized that he had wrongly blamed Song Jue.

This subtle feeling made him a little stunned for a moment, and a strange emotion surged in his heart.

Seeing that Lu Xian didn't speak, the doctor said again, "Try to let the young master eat some light liquid food these few days, move less, rest more, and it will be fine in a few days."

Lu Xian turned around, "Is his stomach problem serious?"

The doctor explained, "It's only mild. I usually avoid spicy food and eat on time. It will heal after a few years."

Lu Xian nodded and signaled the housekeeper to see off the guests.

He walked to the boy's bed.

The young man's face looked better than before, and when he saw him coming, he wanted to get up, but his body was weak, and he accidentally touched the needle, and gasped for air with a "hiss".

Lu Xian pressed his hand, "Don't move."

Song Jue looked at him eagerly, and his eyes lit up when he saw him sitting by the bed.

Lu Xian softened his eyes slightly, "Sorry."

Song Jue blinked, not thinking very well, "Huh?"

"I misunderstood you."

Song Jue just remembered what happened just now, he waved his hand, but the needle was pulled again, his small face wrinkled into a ball in an instant.

It looks very much like the emoji that Lu Xian saw before——

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He seemed to understand the joke in the picture, and slightly bent his lower lip.

Seeing this, Song Jue also laughed, "Uncle Lu, you look so pretty when you smile."

His tone was pure admiration, without any admixture, and seemed extremely sincere.

Lu Xian saw the young man's clear eyes, which were spotless, reflecting his figure.

He froze for a moment, his smile widening faintly.

The boy said again, "I didn't make it clear before. I was a little uncomfortable, so I didn't eat much. I thought it would be good to take a rest, but it made Uncle Lu worry. It's my fault, I'm sorry."

Lu Xian touched the boy's head, the hair under his palm was very hard and a little prickly.

"It's okay. If you don't feel well in the future, tell the housekeeper in time." He paused, and then added, "You can tell me."

Song Jue's eyes were bright, but his expression couldn't hide his tiredness. He rubbed against Lu Xian's palm and murmured, "Uncle Lu, thank you."

His voice was very soft, and Lu Xian couldn't hear it clearly. When he asked the boy again, he found that the boy had fallen asleep.

Lu Xian laughed dumbfounded, and withdrew his hand to tuck the corner of the quilt for the young man, and left the room.

The author says:

The butler's words were subjective and directly misleading Lu Xian, coupled with the coincidence of time...Leave a message

Ahhhhh!I was going to save the manuscript, but I accidentally clicked the button and published it immediately! ! !Crying stupidly by myself! ! !