landing

It was exactly eight o'clock when he arrived at Lu's house.

The housekeeper was very surprised when he saw Lu Xian, subconsciously glanced at the figure on the sofa from the corner of his eyes, thought a few thoughts quietly in his mind, but didn't show anything on his face.

Lu Xian didn't pay attention either. He took off his snow-stained overcoat, and his sleeve accidentally rubbed against the wound, and took a light breath.

It was only then that he realized that the place that was only bruised before was now swollen with a trace of blood oozing, which looked a little scary.

Lu Xian frowned, rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, revealing a section of his forearm.

The housekeeper was startled when he saw the wound, and quickly asked, "Sir, what's the matter? I'll contact Dr. Lin right away."

Lu Xian was about to go upstairs, but when he heard this, he stopped and went straight to the sofa, "No, bring me the medicine box."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the person on the sofa.

It's Song Jue.

He curled up into a ball, crossed his hands and hugged his knees, leaning against a corner of the sofa.

He closed his eyes and was still sleeping, his small face looked a little pale under the faint skylight, and the blanket covering his body had slipped down to his elbows.

Lu Xian raised his eyebrows slightly, and his voice was low, "What's going on?"

The butler looked at his cold side face, and after a moment of consideration, he said, "After dinner last night, the young master has been waiting for you to come back. He called you at about eight o'clock, but you didn't answer, so I will call you." Tell him you won't be back tonight, and advise him to go back to his room to rest."

"At that time, the young master looked unhappy, but in the end he went back to the room, but when I got up in the morning, I found that the young master was asleep on the sofa."

Lu Xian looked dull, and waved his hand to let the butler go down.

The butler quietly glanced at his expression, but couldn't figure out what to do, so he handed the medicine box to Lu Xian.

Lu Xian sat diagonally across from the boy.

He only wore a shirt, and the sleeves were rolled up again. After a while, he felt a little cold. He raised his head to instruct the housekeeper to turn on the floor heating to make it warmer, but found that the blanket on the young man was about to slip to the ground.

Lu Xian raised his eyebrows, put the medicine box on the tea table, got up and walked to Song Jue's side.

This approach made him feel something was wrong.

The boy's eyelashes were shaking slightly, his breathing was a little messy, and his body was slightly stiff.

Lu Xian paused for a while, then covered Song Jue with a blanket as if nothing had happened.

He took a step back, and found that the young man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and his left hand that was clenched into a fist also loosened a little.

Lu Xian glanced at Song Jue thoughtfully, and returned to his seat.

The injury on the wrist looked serious, red, swollen and bleeding, but it was nothing to him.He unpacked a bag of medical cotton swabs with ease, took out a cotton swab dipped in iodophor, and gently wiped the wound.

Iodophor does not contain alcohol and is not irritating. It is a cool touch, but pain is inevitable. However, he has been used to messing around since he was a child, and he has suffered countless injuries. Shout out pain, at this time do not feel so unbearable.

It's just... he felt as if someone was watching him.

It was a fiery, nervous, and slightly worried and distressed look.

Lu Xian's movements were slightly slow, and the next moment he was calm again.

Until he threw the cotton swab into the trash can, he said softly, "Wake up when you wake up."

The living room was quiet and there was no response.

The sleeping boy quietly clenched the blanket in his hands, his body tensed, and his eyelashes trembled even more.

Lu Xian snorted lightly, his eyes were slightly cold.

He lowered his head again, took out the gauze, unfolded the cerclage and exposed the slanted corner, folded it down again, and wound it twice.

The technique is skillful, and the simple bandaging looks pleasing to the eye.

The "sleeping" Song Jue quietly opened his eyes, looking at Lu Xian without a pause, full of apprehension and worry, when he saw that Lu Xian seemed to look up, he quickly closed his eyes, and after waiting for a while, he didn't feel anything Seeing the other party's gaze, he opened it again.

Repeated many times, like a frightened bird.

Lu Xianhun didn't care about the other party's gaze. He cut open the gauze with scissors and tried to tie a knot, but it was his right hand that was injured, and he failed to hit it twice.

The young man watched anxiously, regardless of the fact that he was still pretending to be asleep, he said, "Uncle Lu, let me help you."

As he spoke, he walked in front of Lu Xian, his outstretched hand was about to touch the gauze——

Lu Xian said lightly, "No need."

Song Jue's hands froze in the air.

After a while, he bit his lip and forced a smile, "Uncle Lu, it's inconvenient for you, let me do it."

Lu Xian turned a deaf ear.

Song Jue was in a stalemate for a while, then slowly withdrew his hand and clenched it into a fist by his side.

He watched Lu Xian fix the gauze, pack the medicine slowly, and finally press the lock of the medicine box.

With a "click", his heart seemed to be beating hard.

The boy's face was pale, his biting red lips parted and closed, and finally he just called out hoarsely, "Uncle Lu..."

Lu Xian raised his eyes to look at him, his fingertips trembled slightly.

He thought that Song Jue might never know how lethal this face would be with such an expression.

He originally thought that if the boy kept pretending to be asleep, then let him go. Originally, the two of them had nothing to do with each other.

But now, he found that he could not bear it.

Perhaps, when it comes to Song Yulan, he is always so indecisive.

Lu Xian asked, "Do you know you're wrong?"

The boy nodded hurriedly.

He glanced at Song Jue, and found that the young man's lips were bleeding from his own bite. He sighed softly in his heart, but his voice was very serious, "What's wrong?"

"I..." The young man opened his mouth, but the voice he made was crying, and tears fell down one by one.

Lu Xian narrowed his eyes, and flicked his fingers slightly.

His eyes were a little dazed.

Everyone didn't know, even Lu Xian himself was about to forget that Song Yulan had actually cried like this.

Just the night before his wedding.

He was drunk, hugged Lu Xian like a drunken maniac, and did not let go, tears fell silently, one after another, falling heavily on Lu Xian's heart.

Lu Xian felt pain, but felt hatred even more.

He thought, it was Song Yulan who betrayed himself first, so what is it like now?

Do you regret it?But what's the use of that?

The boy Ah Xian who simply loved Song Yulan had been destroyed by Song Yulan himself.

Putting on this look, who is it for?

Lu Xian looked at Song Jue's tears, and suddenly felt a little irritated in his heart.

He probably shouldn't have had anything to do with Song Yulan.

Lu Xian stood up and walked upstairs.

The young man panicked and rushed towards him, slamming his knees on the coffee table and didn't pay attention. He just hugged Lu Xian's waist tightly and buried his face on his back, "I know, I know , I shouldn't call, I shouldn't bother you, I know I'm wrong, it's my fault, don't go..."

He choked up and begged, "I only have you, Uncle Lu, don't leave me behind, please..."

Lu Xian's steps stopped.

The scorching teardrops of the boy behind him soaked through his thin clothes, and fell into his heart all the way.

Twelve years ago, Song Yulan hugged him like this, buried his head on his neck, and begged him crying, "I only have you, Ah Xian, don't leave me..."

At that time, his heart was like a rock, and he opened Song Yulan's fingers one by one, and said without looking back, "Song Yulan, this is your own choice."

But now, Lu Xian found that he couldn't do it.

What's wrong with the boy?Losing his parents, entering a new environment, uneasy, apprehensive, tempting, pretending, all because he was afraid of being abandoned.

He has no sense of security because Lu Xian never gave him anything, not even a little bit.

Lu Xian sighed and held the boy's hand, "Don't be afraid, I won't abandon you."

The author says:

As for why the young man persistently called and wanted to know when Lu Xian would come back, it was not what Lu Xian thought. This was really a misunderstanding, and the next chapter will reveal it.

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