Rubbish

On a nearby path, a husky and a beagle met under a street lamp, barking aggressively across the night sky. After being scolded by their owners in a low voice, they reluctantly stopped.

In the small, dark and quiet space of the restaurant, Lin Anchu's iron-walled mask was shattered by Lu Qingzhi's words.

The headache that had been relieved came back fiercely again, the heart stalled like crazy, and the whole chest was trembling.

Lin Anchu raised his hand twice but failed to put the tea in his hand on the table.

In the dark, Lu Qingzhi wanted to hold Lin Anchu's wrist, but when he raised his hand, his hands were cold and his body was shaking.

Lu Qingzhi hastily turned on the light in the room.

Lu Qingzhi's heart skipped a beat after seeing Lin Anchu's expression.

He didn't expect Lin Anchu's reaction when he talked about the car accident back then.

"Anmao, Xiaochu," Lu Qingzhi pulled him into his arms, rubbing Lin Anchu's wet hair almost in a panic, "Listen to me, cat."

Lu Qingzhi loosened his grip a little, looked down at Lin Anchu's eyes, and repeated in a coaxing voice: "Anmao, listen to me."

Lin Anchu's hands and cheeks were a little numb, and it took him a while to restart his stagnant thinking. He took a step back to avoid Lu Qingzhi's hug.

After a long silence with lowered eyes, Lin Anchu raised his lifeless eyes, and his voice was so hoarse that it seemed to be broken: "Say it."

Lu Qingzhi belatedly realized that Lin Anchu was not just "a little sad" as Lin Qichang said.

Lin Anchu may have some depression, and even post-traumatic stress disorder.

Lin Anchu went abroad for 3 years and 6 months. He went abroad in a hurry without even giving him a chance to prepare and adapt in advance. He just left his hometown alone for 3 years and 6 months.

And it took him so long to discover that Lin Anchu had post-traumatic stress disorder.

Lin Anchu was so young, and after repeating comparable and compatible in front of him for more than a week, he still couldn't pronounce the accents of the two words correctly. Making him the simplest bowl of longevity noodles would clumsily burn his fingers.

A kid who had to pretend to be pitiful and cry and complain about the poor food when he went to film in the next province, how did he survive the three and a half years alone abroad without saying a word.

His spoiled young master.

his little friend.

Lu Qingzhi closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, both eyes were red.

He was really distressed.

Lu Qingzhi stared into Lin Anchu's eyes, speaking very slowly, always ready to stop the topic if Lin Anchu's reaction was wrong, "The car accident is over, I'm fine, the driver is fine, it's all over."

Lu Qingzhi carefully observed Lin Anchu's expression, and after confirming that he was in a stable mood, he continued tentatively, "You see, although I was injured at the beginning, I recovered very well and have no sequelae. I'm fine now, don't be afraid."

Lin Anchu still lowered his eyes, the high brow bone and high nose bridge cast a shadow under his eyes.

Lu Qingzhi saw his thick eyelashes blink quickly.

He looked at Lin Anchu, and his voice became more gentle: "Anmao, I have the right to speak in the Lu family now, no one will hurt you in the future, and no one will dare to drive you away."

Lin Anchu remained motionless, even forgetting to blink, and nodded slightly after a long time.

"Three years ago, I thought it was you who asked to go abroad, so I didn't stop you." Lu Qingzhi thought of Lin Anchu who cried in the ward until his eyes and nose were red, and his heart was so sore that he could almost drip water.

After Lin Anchu said he wanted to go abroad, he lay on the hospital bed and asked his mother: "Does Anmao's going abroad have anything to do with you?"

"Don't blame him for my injury, it's not his fault."

At that time, Meng Yiyun was facing away from the whole row of flowers on the TV cabinet that he was cleaning up. Hearing this, she kept that posture and did not turn around, "We also watched Anmao grow up. After calming down, how can we really blame him... But He was frightened by this illegitimate birth, and he told Qichang and Xu Wei that he didn't want to stay in China anymore and wanted to go abroad."

Yesterday at the birthday banquet, Lu Qingzhi found out that Meng Yiyun had obviously dodged Lin Anchu and left early to find the surveillance inside and outside the ward three years ago.

Lu Qingzhi thought that the moment he knew the truth back then, his heartache had reached the limit of pain, but now he looked at Lin Anchu's pale face and silent appearance in front of his eyes, and he realized that this person in front of him had taken root in his heart for so many years. His wounds seep into his heart.

At that time, because he was in a coma, Lin Anchu was so frightened that he leaned forward and kissed his eyes while crying, but was hit by Meng Yiyun, scolded by Meng Yiyun in shock and anger, and was forced to go abroad.

At that time, the child experienced such a hopeless collapse in his heart.

Lu Qingzhi's voice was also a little hoarse, "Anmao, if you want, I can help you contact the exchange program in China. Can you come back to China?"

After these words, Lin Anchu shook his head without a moment's pause.

"It's okay, don't worry," Lu Qingzhi's voice was as gentle as the gray vetiver diffused in the winter sun, "Good cat, what happened in the ward back then—"

Lin Anchu finally raised his head, looked at Lu Qingzhi with pleading eyes, and asked softly with a trembling voice, "Can you stop talking?"

The colorless face looked like a fragile porcelain doll.

The young master he raised with his own hands, laughing and scolding horses in fresh clothes, has now turned into a sensitive and fragile porcelain doll.

Lu Qingzhi's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his eyes filled with distress, he asked Lin Anchu in a low voice: "Don't you want to hear it?"

Lin Anchu nodded.

Lu Qingzhi looked at him without blinking, and said softly: "Then let's not talk about it."

Someone passed by outside the door, and Aunt Wang's voice sounded outside: "Both of you are not in the living room, and there is no one in the yard."

"Maybe I'm going upstairs." Xu Wei's voice sounded from the kitchen door, "Let's put the fruit away first, I'll bake them a cake to eat."

Aunt Wang responded, and the two entered the kitchen again, but soon there was no sound outside.

The smell of gray vetiver flows in the restaurant, enveloping Lin Anchu gently and domineeringly.

Lu Qingzhi picked up Lin Anchu's hair towel on the back of the chair beside him, and asked tentatively, "May I help you dry your hair?"

Outside the window of the restaurant, a group of children were laughing and jokingly passing by, and a hoarse and stammering voice threatened the other children loudly: "I, I'm going to sue, tell me, my brother...my brother, violently beat up the children, the first, No. 1!"

Lin Anchu took a step back reflexively.

Lu Qingzhi originally wanted to touch Lin Anchu's head when he was uneasy like he did in the past many years, and his outstretched hand stuck between the two of them abruptly following Lin Anchu's step back.

Lin Anchu who bullied other children outside was afraid of being scolded by him, would go to the playground for a few rolls and then come to him, the villain would sue first.

After being bullied and beaten back, Lin Anchu pretended to cry and find him to sell miserably.

After being touched by him on the head, Lin Anchu complained with pursed mouth, "Go away, don't touch my head. I will not grow as tall as you in the future because I was shorted by you." Lin Anchu also rubbed his palms twice.

Such a lively Lin Anchu.

He didn't take good care of it.

He lost it.