beautiful waste

In just a moment, he forced the enthusiasm back.The housekeeper came to report soon that Mr. Lu would meet him in the study and take him to the second floor.

There are also reddish-brown curtains in the study, and a large desk can bury him in it when he was a child.The lamps are always on, and the leather sofa exudes a certain stale aroma.The wallpaper is some kind of impressionist painting, complicated and exaggerated.Every time Lu Zhuoying came here, he felt horrible here, as if the paintings on the wall could eat him up.

His father was behind the big desk.

Mr. Lu just saw the innocent and lovely child, and he felt a little relieved.Lifting the hand holding the cigar, he glanced at the people in the room.

This kid was silent, standing there sullenly and strangely, as if he was born to be his enemy, which made people disliked.

He couldn't help frowning and reprimanded in his father's style: "What are you doing there silently!"

Probably the hearts of parents in this world are all biased. They are pleasing to the eyes of the second son, and not pleasing to the younger son.Even the black clothes he was wearing seemed to curse him.

He also looks like his mother, who is flirtatious and flirtatious, not on stage.

Lu Zhuoying didn't respond as if she was used to it, she just said: "Father, how are you these days?"

Mr. Lu nodded, feeling a little better in his heart: "Have you visited your brother?"

Lu Zhuoying said: "When I came up, I met my elder brother. He was too busy, so he didn't talk much."

Mr. Lu took a puff of his cigar, his body was hidden in the smoke, and he didn't express his opinion.

Lu Zhuoying was a little worried that she had said too much, and said: "Today is my second brother's birthday, and I didn't bring any presents."

Mr. Lu said: "You still know it's your second brother's birthday!"

Lu Zhuoying smiled and said, "Second brother and I are only one day away, how could I forget it."

Mr. Lu paused his hand holding the cigar, as if he just remembered that his son and Aiko were only born one day away, and tomorrow was also his birthday.

His face froze and he asked, "How is your mother?"

Lu Zhuoying looked worried and said, "Father, I'm here today to talk to you about this matter."

Mr. Lu was conflicted at first, wishing to get rid of this mess, but seeing his son who was trying his best to behave in front of him, he endured it.

"Is she crazy again?"

Lu Zhuoying endured the sorrow in her heart, her face was already numb.

"She's not crazy, she's bipolar."

"Isn't that just crazy? Last time she made a fuss in front of the media, what else? Didn't she embarrass the Lu family enough? How many times have I said, lock her up! Can't you understand? No? Where's Lu Hai? Isn't he guarding there? How did you escape?"

His father's eyes gradually became sharper, staring at him fiercely, as if he was a sinner and his mother was a sinner!Then what is he?

The blood in Lu Zhuoying's chest was burning. He couldn't pretend to be good any more, and said coldly: "So, who is to blame for this? Blame her for not dying, and blame us for not starving to death?"

"What are you talking about!"

"What does Daddy want us to do?"

Mr. Lu stood up from the sofa with a jerk, and angrily shouted at him: "Get out!"

Lu Zhuoying looked at him coldly.

Facing the son who no longer lowered his eyebrows and flattered him, he became more and more angry, trembling with anger: "I have starved you, sick you, you can still grow up so big? You can still show your power to me!" Asking for money in front of you? You rebellious and unfilial son, is that what that woman Gu Manqing taught you?"

"That woman was also married to you."

"...I knew she was going to take revenge on me, but she wanted you to piss me off! You bitch!"

"She is a whore, and you are also a whore. I am your evil seed."

Mr. Lu patronized and scolded, but he hadn't heard what he said yet.Hearing this, he was blown up, and he was about to come over and beat him to death with his slippers on.Lu Zhuoying was kicked by him and fell to the ground, lying on the ground with her head in her arms.

During the punching and kicking, his head was turned to one side and then to the other, and his head was deafened.

There were entourages outside the door, but none of them dared to come in without Mr. Lu's order.

In the dusty room, there are only red velvet curtains and exaggerated paintings of abstract impressionism.

Mr. Lu pulled his hair until he had beaten him enough.

The extremely humiliating gesture made him completely desperate for the person in front of him.The room was dull and silent, and during that time, he recognized the ruthlessness, despicability and selfishness of this twisted and furious man.His hypocrisy and hypocrisy, and the fear in his heart.

His elder brother rushed in, and he couldn't hear what Lu Yuanfeng said, it was nothing more than some added words.His father was still trembling when he told him to get up and go back behind the big table.

Lu Zhuoying stood up staggeringly, and said blankly: "So, can you give me the money to treat my mother's illness? Renxin Hospital will only treat us after 3 yuan."

His father blew up again, and an antique vase was thrown over, rubbing his ear and shattering on the floor.

If Lu Yuanfeng hadn't stopped him, his father would have pulled out a gun from the drawer and killed him.

The muzzle of the gun gleamed coldly, and Mr. Lu was about to bear the fruit of the past ten years.

Until he was pushed out by Lu Yuanfeng, his father was still threatening to lock him up, together with his crazy mother, and lock them up to death.

Lu Zhuoying walked out of that room numbly, with the sun shining on her body, she felt that there was a door between hell and heaven, as if in a dream.

He was sweating profusely, terrified that his father would really lock him up.He couldn't bear the days of having no way to go to heaven and no way to go down in the apartment.

Lu Yuanfeng was still reprimanding him for not making his father angry, and he didn't look at what day it was today or how many important guests there were in front of him.He also don't go to the front, there is no shame, he can walk from the back.

So like a mouse, he was led to hide from the crowd, sneaked away from behind, and hadn't caught the autumn wind yet.

When he was blown by the wind in the garden, he suddenly regretted it, so regretful that he was about to die.Why didn't he bear it just now? If he could bear it a little longer, maybe he could have a good talk with his father about the nursing home issue.He hasn't had time to say it yet, but even if he bears it, so what, will his father really send them there?Does he care about them?

He wished he could get rid of their burden and let them die!

Thinking of this, his momentarily numb heart suddenly throbbed with pain, and countless tears accumulated in his eyes.

Just when tears were blurring, a pair of white hands put on his clothes, and his second brother Lu Xueyu changed into a white casual clothes, holding a tennis racket and said to him:

"Third brother, why are you here? No one is here, why don't you come play tennis with me? Little uncle is too busy to play with me!"

He was about to drag him to the lawn in the middle, not even paying attention to his injuries.Lu Zhuoying saw that there were already some nannies and attendants waiting there. A few girls were holding umbrellas, holding soda and ice cream, and there were lounge chairs on the lawn for rest.The majestic, not playing tennis, but the posture of coming to vacation.

Lu Xueyu's face was flushed red, and sweat was dripping on her forehead. She probably found him after searching for a long time without finding her partner.

His leisurely tone seemed to be telling him to play with him, revealing carelessness and pampering complaints.

What happened to him just now, but he is playing tennis leisurely here.

Lu Zhuoying stopped crying, and pushed him away with a cold face: "You play by yourself!"

Pushed by him, Lu Xueyu stepped on the mud and stained the changed clothes again.

Under the big sun, Lu Xueyu ran for a long time, but lost interest in playing.He walked to the reclining chair, took a sip of the soda that the girl handed over, and said to the servant beside him, "What's wrong with Lu Zhuoying?"

His follower, that is, his friend who grew up with him, is He Yunsheng.He is also the young son of a family, and the two often get mixed up.

"Who knows? He just has a temper that those three sticks can't beat. Don't pay attention to him."

"But, you don't play tennis with me, what shall we play?"

"What's the fun playing tennis! We're sweating, let's go racing!"

"I can't drive."

"See a movie?"

"It's boring. Besides, Dad won't let me go out today."

"Then, let me show you something good!"

He Yunsheng and Lu Xueyu whispered a few words, and led him upstairs together.Lu Xueyu blushed from embarrassment, looking even more beautiful in the sunlight.