the castration plan

Lu He received a call from the nursing home: Chao Mengsi committed suicide.

Eitr infiltrated the spinal cord causing high paraplegia, and brain damage left her with amnesia and intellectual disability.Lu He paid all the medical expenses and hired three nurses for her, but he never visited her.

Now almost no outside information can break into Lu He's heart. He has no pain, no love, and no consciousness.

But the death of Chao Mengsi did make him in a trance for a while.For no other reason than to cut off the last link between Baymuir and this world.

He turned on the TV, and Jiang Weihe was still an active superstar on the screen. The disclosure of his illegitimate daughter did not let his career fail. Recently, there seemed to be frequent scandals, but he announced that he would never marry for the rest of his life, which broke countless hearts.

Lu He poured some red wine and watched a movie.Maybe I fell asleep in the middle, or maybe I was too inattentive. When I came back to my senses, I realized that the curtain call had been a long time ago. What followed was the director's narrative fantasy, and the real film had long since ended.

In his mindless mind, he looked at the empty side for a while, trying to create an image out of the ashes, as if Baimuer was really sitting side by side with him in silence, feeling the depths of his soul. The hands that passed by, whether they are spirit or flesh, the virtual and the real are not so important.

Their old group photos were bound into a book, and many copies were printed. They are everywhere in the house, and they can be picked up and read at any time.But it doesn't make much sense, because every time Baymuir takes a photo, he will try his best to squeeze to the back, so that his face looks small, he squeezes into the corner, and his facial features are so small that they are blurred.

In the hallway was a row of museum-style glass display cases for all of Bemuir's perfume creations.Lu He liked the nine-pointed star diamond the most. At that time, Omega had just debuted, and he narcissistically printed his big face on the perfume bottle, but it was sold out.

In fact, beauty does not lie in appearance, kindness is the flash of his heart.Lu He has always known.

There are some treasures frozen in the refrigerator, which are the raw chocolates made by Bemuir in the past. They are packaged in various shapes with colored foil paper, and the taste is not flattering.Lu He picked one, put it to his mouth and was reluctant to eat it, so he gently put it back.Let's just stay there and watch, after eating, there will be no more.

No matter what happens, the worst comes, the worst must have passed.Many people have persuaded Lu He so many times.

But grief triumphed overwhelmingly from the transmutation of time, and every second of life deepened his love, which he never forgot about Baymuir for the rest of his life.

There was class in the afternoon, and Lu He arrived early, so he went to the school library to stay for a while.

There are a lot of people celebrating the foreign festival in the school, and there are also organized games of hunting for eggs.

Many college students also like to dye their hair blond, but the back view is definitely not Bemuir, because whenever he sees Lu He, he will definitely jump up and down when walking, and his posture makes people recognize him from a long distance.

Lu He remembered that Bemuir once asked him to change his name, and this matter has always been on his mind, and he never went on.

What Bemuir said was that the word "Lu" is too unlucky, and his surname is Chao. When the sun rises, won't the dew disappear?

But the poem said, He Yixi said that the scallion is exposed.Lu Xi's Ming Dynasty will fall again, when will people return after death.

Although the dew is dried today, it will fall on the scallion leaves tomorrow morning.

Thinking about it this way, Lu He thinks it's a very good name.

Besides, it was really hard for him to think of any words in this world that could be worthy of his lover.

He carefully wrote "Chaoxilu" on the paper, and put an extremely rare and colorful diamond, pure white, next to it.That was the proposal ring he had prepared, called "pure of the purest".

Longing made him fall into the sea of ​​misery again, and suddenly fell into the abyss.

After looking at it like a plaster statue for a while, Lu He started to prepare lessons, when suddenly a small hand touched the page of the book.

It was a little boy as dazzling as the first snow, with blond hair cascading down like a river of crushed jade, the sun refined gold from his hair, and emeralds condensed greenness in his crystal-soft eyes.He was so young, no one around him had a chance to shine.

Lu He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "Little friend, where is your family?"

Strangely enough, the library is full of seats, but no one looks here.

The little boy is still at the age of babbling, and can only speak simple short sentences in English. In his hand is an early education book for reading pictures: "Readforme!"

He quickly climbed onto Lu He's leg, using it as a slide.That kind of mischievousness, I don't know who inherited it's freedom and unrestraint.

"What, this little request is not satisfied?" Suddenly, a voice came from nowhere, and there were chaotic shadows entangled with the clouds, "Then..."

The glass of the picture frame was broken, and Lu He seemed to hear the rustling of the leaves being blown away by the wind, and then a heavy law code was placed on the table, and the extended arm was as delicate as a wooden limb in a window, pushing the book forward Pushing it in front of him: "Mr. Lu, criminal prosecution is so difficult, can you teach me?"

The rays of the sun are extinguished and disappear in the clouds, the smile of the person in front of him is the falling spring snow, in the light blue eyes of the vast lake, one must try hard to narrow the eyes, so as not to let the tears fall out, like a painting of rippling water on the lake .

Lu He seemed to be blind in years of darkness, and suddenly saw a ray of light.

The man's red lips were like a precious rose safe from a storm, and his hair was like daffodils that never died in the weeds.

The clothes are very white, as white as the foam of the sea, as white as the snow on the mountain tops, and the quiet angel down is shining brightly.

Laughing, tears streaming down.