poorer than

"Are you crazy!"

There was a quarrel between the two in the huge living room.

Xia Xingcheng was stunned, huh?Isn't this his home?Looking at the living room, this is his house, so who are the two arguing?He found himself hiding behind the liquor cabinet, what happened?

"Xia Shangzhe, I want to see my child!"

Then he saw the woman in the floor-to-ceiling window losing her temper at the man in front of her, huh?Isn't that his dad's name?So this is his father?If you take a closer look, it seems to be the same, and you are still very young at this time.

So... the woman is his mother?

Yes, it's this dress again, a navy blue dress.

He looked at his mother with red eyes and yelled at his father, as if his father had done something wrong, and he snorted coldly. Sure enough, his father was a bad man, and he didn't let them see his mother.

I wonder if this is something he forgot too?Why does he seem to have no memory? Is it something he forgot?

That was the memory of his mother before she committed suicide.

"Ruirui, calm down, did you forget about Chengcheng's injury last time? The doctor said that your current state is not suitable for raising children, and you will scare them both."

He looked at his father unexpectedly. Could this soft-spoken person in front of him be his father?And why does it say that his mother hurt him, what is going on?

"I said I'm not sick, why do you all say I'm sick!!"

Xia Shangzhe stepped forward and hugged his emotionally agitated wife, coaxing softly: "You are not sick, I'm sorry I made a mistake, please be obedient, what if the children are still sleeping and they are woken up?"

When Zhou Rui felt the man's embrace, she finally couldn't help crying in his arms. She covered her face with her hands and was extremely sad:

"What should I do? I really can't control my emotions. I'm so sad and depressed. I also feel that I don't know why. Obviously I love my two children very much, but I really can't draw after giving birth to them. I cry as soon as I pick up a pen, and cry when I see everything about painting, I feel that my whole world is dark, Ah Zhe, am I really hopeless."

Xia Shangzhe held him tightly in his arms: "No, you will get better, it's just a two-way emotional disorder, isn't it me, I will always be with you."

"Am I becoming ugly now? I think I have become ugly after having a baby."

"No, how could you be ugly? My wife is the most beautiful woman in the world. She looks good in any way, even when she cries." Xia Shangzhe patted her on the back lightly: "If we are like this, put the two children next to her first." The house, the aunts will take care of it, let’s not go to see them for now, okay? I’m worried that you will feel sad when you go there, and we will play with the children when we get better, okay?”

"Yeah." Zhou Rui replied in a muffled voice.

"I opened up the wall between the bedroom and the studio. You don't have to worry about not being able to see me when you stay inside. I'll come to the studio to accompany you as soon as I get home. We'll live in it, okay?"

Zhou Rui nodded: "But I don't want to see those paintings and tools, please help me take them away."

"Row."

Xia Xingcheng was confused.

In an instant, he realized that he was no longer in the living room, but in the studio, and then he saw the woman sitting by the window precariously, his pupils shrank suddenly:

"mom!"

"Ruirui!"

There was a person who moved faster than him. When he saw Xia Shangzhe running in from the door and rushing to the window to hug his mother down from the window sill, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Xia Shangzhe looked at his wife who was in a trance and hugged her tightly, feeling lingering fear in his heart, and his eyes were also stained with anger:

"Zhou Rui, have you ever thought about us? I really ask you to take a look at us. I need a wife and my child needs a mother. Please cheer up!"

"I'm so sad, it's really painful, I really want to die..." Zhou Rui looked up at Xia Shangzhe, her face was pale and her eyes were red, like a rose that was about to wither, with no vitality left Lower body: "You don't let me paint, you don't let me watch the children, I don't know what is the meaning of my life, just die..."

Xia Xingcheng was confused, so he walked to his parents and squatted in front of them.

He was surprised to find that his father was crying.

In his heart, Xia Shangzhe is a man who is ruthless and decisive in doing things. He won't reveal a single flaw to let people find out, and even his expression won't change in any way. He is as perfect as a cold machine. He is an excellent businessman. Not a qualified father, even he treated him and Xia Xingche with such an indifferent attitude, but he actually saw his father cry, is this possible?

So it's a dream, fake?

but……

"You can't die. If you die, I will definitely go crazy." Xia Shangzhe's voice trembled a little, and he hugged Zhou Rui tighter and tighter, as if he was really afraid that if he let go, this person would run away: "You If I leave, I don't want these two little guys, I don't love them, do you dare to leave?"

Who knows that Zhou Rui raised her head and smiled: "I want to go, I'm so tired, I want to escape, Ah Zhe, let me go, okay?"

Xia Shangzhe's expression suddenly sank, as if he had been hit hard, he looked down at Zhou Rui with incredible eyes:

"Ruirui?" Her voice began to tremble.

Zhou Rui's laughter sounded uncomfortable, she raised her hand to caress Xia Shangzhe's face: "Let me go, I really don't love you, I have already given birth to a child for you, you save my life, just like this I owe you, okay?"

There was a loud bang in Xia Xingcheng's mind, and all the pictures disappeared in an instant, and only the darkness came overwhelmingly, as if he had fallen into a terrible vortex.Just when he was at a loss, a touch of red appeared in front of him.

In the dark environment, this red color strongly stimulated the retina, like a blazing flame, and then he saw a woman walking out of the flame, wearing the familiar aqua blue dress, the flame turned into a woman The background is like a phoenix reborn from the ashes.

"Mom?" He shouted very strangely. After all, since he could remember, these two words had basically never appeared in his life. They were unfamiliar but expected.

He watched the woman walking towards him slowly, with a gentle smile on her face, not at all like the crazy woman who stabbed herself and jumped off the building that day.

"My child, are you all right?"

The woman's voice was also very gentle. It was the gentle voice of his imagined mother. He couldn't help but want to go forward and hug his mother. This was his mother.

But when he opened his arms, they were empty. He looked at his hands in surprise, and then raised his head to look at the woman in front of him in bewilderment. Why couldn't he hold it? Is the mother dead?

"Draw well, this is what you promised me, it's the agreement between us, and... don't blame your father, he actually loves you very much, it's just my fault, it's me that hurts my father, it's my fault Knowing how to paint is just a persistent fantasy..."

He saw the woman's figure fade away, and ran forward in horror, but when he saw himself passing through the woman's body, the body instantly turned into a flame, and then completely disappeared in front of him, like It's a horror story.

After being stunned for a moment, he cried and searched in place, but no matter how much he cried and searched, he never saw it again.

Just like that, it disappeared in front of him, just like that day, the blood-stained dress jumped off the window sill and disappeared from his memory.

why is this...

If you don't love, why don't you let go, why do you torture each other, and make him and Xia Xingche so sad...

"Chengcheng..."

He stared blankly at the empty room, who was calling him?

"Have you had a nightmare?"

This voice is so familiar, who is it?

"Don't be afraid of me, baby."

Then he felt himself being embraced into a broad chest, and the familiar fruity scent passed over the tip of his nose. He slowly opened his eyes, and the messy thoughts in his mind gradually became clear.

The bedside lamp was on in the room, and he saw that he was completely nestled in Lu Wei's arms, and Lu Wei was sitting on the bedside and hugging him, patting his arms gently like coaxing a child.

Lu Wei saw that the guy who had been having nightmares and crying so much just now opened his eyes, and the bedside lamp fell on him. He saw that Xia Xingcheng's slender eyelashes were still dripping with tears, and the fear and fear revealed in his eyes made him feel very distressed. The sound of crying suddenly while falling asleep just now made his heart tug.

Sure enough, this guy kept carrying it by himself, and the fear hidden under his hippie smile broke out in the dead of night.

Wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes with fingertips, and asked softly, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Xia Xingcheng saw that it was Wei Lu who couldn't hold back anymore, broke down and cried out. He didn't say anything and could only vent his helplessness and fear by crying. He didn't know what to say, and he couldn't even be sure about this. Is it possible for the dream to be real?

But whether it was true or not, there was an unpleasant memory in the past, which hurt his parents, and also hurt him and Xia Xingche. No one was happy.

He was so afraid just now that he was alone, there was no one to cry, no one to shout.

But Lu Wei appeared.

Lieutenant Lu hugged him, not leaving him alone, it was only when he realized why he fell in love with Lieutenant Lu, why he was able to give all his trust in such a short period of time to a man who was ten years older than him , because of a sense of security.

He never got the family warmth he longed for since he was a child. Even his father may have difficulties, but he still treated him with indifference. Not to mention Xia Xingche, who is very similar to his father. When chatting, if you can't say a few words, you will quarrel. The older you get, the more you feel that you may really be an accident, otherwise why can't you communicate with them.

Whether this dream is real or not now, the damage done to him is indelible.No matter what his parents have in the past, no matter whether his mother hurt him because of illness, no matter what his father has difficulties that he does not want them to know, the damage is irreversible.

Is it because he thinks this is why he is not allowed to paint?

Do you think he will be as crazy as his mother?

He just likes painting, he just wants to use extremely gorgeous colors to convey what he wants, he likes romantic and happy life.

Is it wrong?

right.

Well, he compromised, he gave up all his things and came out of the house. Isn't that enough?Just pretend it doesn't work without him?Why remind him of such a terrible thing.Trying to escape, he tried his best not to think of the memory of that day, he didn't think that he would not suffer more now, it would really overwhelm him now.

"Lieutenant Lu, how much I want to pretend that nothing happened, but why do I always remember that I feel uncomfortable." Her forehead rested on Wei Lu's shoulder, sobbing.

"My dear baby, don't cry." Lu Wei felt extremely distressed. He hugged her tightly in his arms, thinking about whether he could give Xia Xingcheng some comfort: "It's all over, let's take it easy? I won't let you suffer any more." A little injury, we have to look forward."

Hearing Lu Wei's gentle coaxing, Xia Xingcheng slowly calmed down, yes, everything is over, it's not their fault, it's their parents, they should cheer up.

Such a match is simply too good for Wei Lu.

Because only Lu Wei will love him, tell him what is bad, tell him to speak out when he is sad, worry about him, take care of him, and will not hide anything from him, and this kind of Lu Wei likes him, and he happens to be I also like it.Thinking of what Wei Lu said about liking before going to bed made him cry even louder, nestling on Wei Lu's neck and weeping wantonly, as if crying out all the unhappiness of the previous 17 years.

Fortunately, fortunately, the person in front of him was Lu Wei.

"Wei Lu, why do I like you so much without telling you? If I had known, I would have told you earlier..." Xia Xingcheng said again and again in Wei Lu's ear, with choking and undigested fear, as if so Just talking to Lu Wei all the time can relieve his discomfort at this time.

Why did he still have such a dream, he thought about it and let it go, why did it remind him, why didn't he have a better dream, such as he married Lu Wei.

Wept even more sadly.

This crying made Lu Wei very distressed: "Don't cry, baby, am I not here?"

He lightly patted the back of Xia Xingcheng's head, coaxing softly in his ear, coaxing impatiently.

The man's voice rang in his ears like this warm hug, and slowly he stopped crying and leaned quietly on Lu Wei's shoulder.

Just before going to bed, they communicated with each other, as if it was a matter of course, a sound of liking is a formal sense of ritual, and they can be together.

He looked out of the window, and Wei Lu was still talking warm words to him in his ear. In a trance, he felt that if there was snow outside the window, Wei Lu would be the fireplace in the house, with a not very strong fire burning. The gentle flame is also warm enough.

He hugged Wei Lu's neck tightly with his arms, and after looking back, he slowly approached Wei Lu's cheek, and then dropped a kiss on the cheek.

"Brother Wei, I really like you so much." He sniffed to hold back the moisture in his eyes and hugged him tightly.

If there was no Captain Lu, he felt that he might not be able to hold on for a long time. If there was no Captain Lu, he would not learn to be uncompromising, because with Captain Lu, he felt that such a life is actually not too bad. If the person who wants to encounter sad things first, after all, he is only 18 years old now, it is a good deal.

Lu Wei patted his back lightly with his hand, and said softly, "I like you too, very, very much."

But the tone was still full of distress.

He is such a precious boy, but he is hurt time and time again by his original family while holding a treasure that is afraid of injury and transformation. Can he not be angry?very angry.

If it was possible, he didn't like to push Xia Xingcheng cruelly into the world of adults, and suddenly thought that Xia Xingcheng would never grow up, it would be nice to just be like this, smiling like before.

"Actually, I'm not miserable, right?" Xia Xingcheng leaned on Lu Wei's shoulder and whispered: "Because I still have Lu Wei, Lu Wei will find me when I'm missing, comfort me when I'm sad, and Be happy with me when I'm happy, it's like being around me all the time, I'm not alone."

"Yes, I won't run away without saying a word, and I won't make Xia Xingcheng sad. I will show up whenever he needs it."

Xia Xingcheng rubbed against his neck, the tears hanging from the corners of his eyes silently sank into Lu Wei's lapel.

Feeling the wetness on his neck, Wei Lu hugged Xia Xingcheng without saying a word. He thought that what the little guy wanted was company at this time, so he just stayed with him like this all the time.

The heartbeats of the chests that were pressed against each other could be heard very clearly in each other's ears.

Xia Xingcheng stretched out his hand to hold Wei Lu's right hand, and when he felt the scar on his palm, he thought of the injury on Wei Wei's right hand:

"Brother Wei, you will tell me not to hide it when I am unhappy and uncomfortable, so tell me when you are unhappy and uncomfortable."

He also wants to give Wei Lu the same feeling of being reliable, and he will slowly observe Wei Lu more, he does not want Wei Lu to bear the pain alone, this right hand was injured because of him, now he wants to take Wei Lu slowly Slowly getting better, they will all get better slowly.

They will be fine.

Lu Wei felt that although the hands holding him were small, they were very warm. He raised his eyes to meet Xia Xingcheng's eyes that were slightly moist from crying just now, and his eyes actually began to feel sorry for him. This guy is really...

Even though she was still so sad, she felt sorry for him instead.

"Don't hug me if your hand hurts, let me hug you."

Feeling Xia Xingcheng touching the scar on his right hand, Lu Wei laughed and said, "How do you know that my hand hurts, but I can still hug you, don't worry."

"Then you have to worry, after all, you are the one I like."

Lu Wei listened to the smile on his lips deepening: "Yes."

Xia Xingcheng rubbed Lu Wei's right hand and said brokenly at the same time: "The two of us really have the same disease, and to some extent, we can't pursue what we want smoothly. I am my father who won't let me draw Painting, and you are not flexible because of your right hand injury, so you can’t make your own satisfactory works for the time being.”

"En." Lu Wei felt his heart melt when he saw Xia Xingcheng rubbing his sore right hand.

"But we won't admit defeat!" Xia Xingcheng smiled and winked at the person: "Let's overcome obstacles and overcome difficulties, support each other and fight back, Dad!"

That's right, he doesn't want to worry about the past. If his dad wants to solve it, he will naturally come to them. Then these annoying things are what his dad should worry about. He should cheer up, as long as he cheers up and paints again. Nothing can bring him down.

Lu Wei couldn't help laughing, he held Xia Xingcheng's hand and put him back in his arms, and whispered in his ear:

"But I'm a teacher now, we can only love each other secretly."

Xia Xingcheng's laughter stopped abruptly.

The dark clouds outside are no longer like yesterday evening, the dark clouds blown away by the wind and stars emerge, the sky above the old street seems to be shrouded in stars, it is quieter and more pleasant than usual.

A moment later, the howling in the room instantly broke the silence.

"Why are you a teacher, woo woo woo, you are still from our school, do you think I have a hard life, and my first love has to be secret, how long will it take!"

"Half a year."

"It's been a long time, then you are half a year older..."

The dim light in the house is softly scattered outside the yard, it seems that the sadness just now has never come, because it was covered by the sweetness of the surprise, two days into the role of love quickly, it seems that there is no need for the embarrassing and shy adaptation period when first falling in love.

but……

Weird.

The garden carefully crafted by the garden designer is full of romantic atmosphere everywhere, heart-shaped flower beds can be seen everywhere, roses of various colors are blooming beautifully, and the morning dew condenses on the petals, which will slide off when you move.

A man stood in the glass greenhouse not far away, and there was an oil painting on the easel in front of the man.

The woman in the oil painting is wearing a water-blue long dress with long hair and a shawl. She puts her hands on her knees, elegant and dignified, with a bright smile on her lips, and her smiling eyes are very moving. , sitting on the sofa and looking straight ahead, as if looking at the man outside the painting.

The man put his hands behind his back and half bent down, looking at the woman in the painting affectionately: "Good morning, Ruirui."

After saying hello, he stretched out his hand to caress the oil painting, his fingertips passed over the eyes of the woman in the painting, his movements were gentle and pampering, as if his beloved had just woken up in his arms.

"Twelve years have passed in the blink of an eye, and I'm still waiting for you to come back." After he finished speaking, he straightened up and looked at the sea of ​​roses behind him, his eyes were deep as if he was thinking about something: "Now those two children hate me to death, you Should you give me an explanation, I'm still waiting for you."

"President Xia, Madam has returned home."

Xia Shangzhe didn't turn around and smiled lightly, as if he had expected it, he still looked at the woman in the painting, tenderly: "Are you willing to come back and face it? Good, good, good."

A few "yes" contain the love and hate of the past ten years, which is destined to be irreversible no matter what.

And guilt about the children that may never be undone.

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Everything will be fine.

The sweet love begins~

The love between classmate Xia and Teacher Lu's underground party is tense and exciting.