After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

"Nanchu."

In the darkness, Lu Zhilu turned his back to her and interrupted her with a calm voice, calm and rational: "I came to Haishi tonight because I saw a piece of bad news, and I thought the victim in it was you. If I had gone ahead I won’t come if I know you’re fine.”

Nanchu's fingers were entangled around his waist and tied into a knot. She leaned on his broad back and smiled softly.

"What do you want to express? If it were your other exes who had trouble tonight, would you come too?"

Lu Zhilu's Adam's apple slipped and he said one word against his will: "Yes."

He didn't want to give Nan Chu any hope.

He did have some thoughts about her, and if he indulged himself, he might fall in love with her.

In love, if he wants to, he can indeed achieve it 100%.

It's not like he doesn't know how to be considerate and gentle.

But so what?

Even if it is 100% love, it can only account for 10% of his entire life.

He and she lived completely different lives. Maybe he once thought he could marry a woman with no background, and he and his family would still not be affected.

But he was wrong. The more supreme power one has, the more one should walk on thin ice and be cautious.

His family is too prominent, and too many people are watching, and it cannot be the slightest deviation because of his marriage. Even if his grandfather allows him to do that, he himself will not allow himself to do that.

When he was about to push her hand away, Nan Chu let go first, as if he recognized it.

In the dim light, her eyes blurred uncontrollably, but she forced a smile: "So that's it."

What she didn't know was that she was indeed special to Lu Zhilu.

But it’s just special.

Lu Zhilu turned around, his eyes were very light, so light that he couldn't see the joy and sorrow clearly.

He said: "If you encounter trouble that cannot be solved in the future, you can come to me, but it is best not to call me. It is not good."

He took out a business card and handed it to her.

"This is the phone number of my colleague Zuo Yang. If necessary, you can call him and I will find someone to solve it for you."

This is all he can do.

He tried his best.

After Lu Zhilu checked the hotel room, he plugged in the room card for her again, and the lights in the room turned on again.

Just now, he was trapped in the darkness, but now his eyes suddenly encountered the light. Nan Chu subconsciously squinted his eyes due to the stabbing.

She held back her tears without turning around to see him leaving.

I only heard the door to the room open with a click, and then closed again.

Lu Zhilu left.

Nan Chu held the business card in his hand and burst into tears.

With trembling fingers, she tore the business card into pieces bit by bit.

She doesn't need such gentle and appropriate treatment.

For her, this was actually another kind of torture and inconvenience.

Why was she contacting his colleagues if not to contact him?

She took out her phone, clicked on the call history, and deleted all Lu Zhilu's call history.

Now completely clean.

His phone number is not saved, and he is no longer in the communication records.

Lu Zhilu also wiped out the last trace of innocence and fantasy she had left.

Tenderness is the surface, while indifference is the background.

Qiao Yu was right, Lu Zhilu was too bad, or in other words, too unsuitable for her.

Keren is so strange, he is always attracted to things that are not suitable for him.

The phone rang.

She was stunned for a few seconds, then looked down and saw it was Qiao Yu calling.

Line connected.

Qiao Yu's voice was anxious: "Chuchu, how are you? Bo Hanshi and I are rushing to Haishi..."

"I'm fine, don't come. Lu Zhilu is here."

"What? At this time he..."

Nan Chu: "But I'm leaving now."

……

Lu Zhilu drove for three or four hours, and when he returned to the imperial capital, it was half past six in the morning.

The sky in the imperial capital is gray.

He drove all night and didn't get much rest. He felt tired even while leaning on the seat and breathing.

He called Lin Mubei to wake him up and asked him to come and pick up the car. Lin Mubei cursed.

He originally wanted to go back to the Lu family's old house to rest, but in order to give the old man peace of mind, he went to the military hospital.

There is disinfectant alcohol in the car.

He sprayed a lot on his body, and after the smell dissipated, it was not much different from the smell of alcohol.

Arrived in the hospital ward.

The old man didn't sleep deeply. He opened his eyes slightly when he heard the door open. In fact, he didn't sleep much that night.

The old man greeted in a hoarse voice: "I'm back."

Lu Zhilu picked up his suit jacket that had been sprayed with alcohol, shook it, and responded as if unintentionally: "Well, I'm too tired. I'll go back to my old house to catch up on my sleep later."

The smell of alcohol lingered on the tip of the old man's nose.

The old man laughed lightly, and the conversation was half joking and half serious: "You have such a big incident at home, but you still have the heart to drink. It seems that your mental endurance is not bad."

Lu Zhilu was as unruly as ever, "Isn't it true? Could it be that I cried like a three-year-old child in your arms? Then you will have to dislike me to death."

The old man looked at him, with an unclear meaning in his eyes, and suddenly said: "Actually, your father is not like me, and your eldest brother is not like me, but you are more like me."

Lu Zhilu smiled: "I was raised by you, can't I be different? Okay, I'm so weak, why don't I get some more sleep."

The old man told the truth: "I can't sleep."

"What's wrong? Didn't my dad get released?"

The old man looked at him, stared into his bloodshot eyes and said, "I'm not worried about your dad. I'm worried about you now. You guys always make me worried."

"What do I have to worry about? Are you afraid that I will be caught drinking?"

The old man laughed angrily at his careless look, and said naturally: "If you really like Nan Chu, you can stay by your side when the storm is over. If she is not in the imperial capital, it shouldn't be too much trouble." , but what status..."

This is the best solution that the old man can think of.

Lu Zhilu interrupted him, with a tone that was almost nonchalant: "Grandpa, I don't have the habit of caring for, or nurturing, people. Besides, people may not be willing to do it. Forget it, it's just a woman."

He comforted the old man.

The grandfather and grandson were silent to each other for a long time.

Tacitly.

After a long time, the old man said: "Your grandpa's generation and I have too much glory and no successors. I thought it would be fine if your eldest brother took over. At least in our family, you can do what you want. Nothing. But your eldest brother is gone, and your grandpa has no children, so you are the only descendant in our family."

Lu Zhilu smiled: "My parents should have had more children at that time to share the pressure. It won't be so stressful now."

Mr. Lu's voice was deep, like a drum in the evening and a bell in the morning: "I am eighty years old now. If I were ten years younger, I would not force you like this. I'm afraid that one day I accidentally leave, and the Lu family will really collapse. , when the time comes, no one can run away, that’s why I so desperately hope that your father can settle down quickly and you can grow up quickly. "

Under the nest, the eggs are finished.

Lu Zhilu bent over, held the old man's rough, textured hand, lowered his head slightly, and responded more seriously than before: "Grandpa, I understand, and I don't blame you for being harsh to me."