Is the senior going home today?

He has known Lu Qingfeng for 10 years.As for Lin Qianxing, he had only known each other for less than 10 days.

Lu Qingfeng was right, Yuan Ze was just trying to hold on, in fact, the first time he saw Lu Qingfeng through the car window, his heart was wrinkled.

They have known each other for 10 years and have been together day and night for 6 years.

Back then, Lu Qingfeng was careful and considerate. He was the assistant of Yuan Lirong's personal assistant. He just joined the job when he was very energetic and wanted to make a big splash in the workplace.

Yuan Ze was in the fourth grade of primary school at that time, 10 years younger than Lu Qingfeng.

Liu Lingling spends her days in beauty parlors or goes shopping abroad, so she has no time to take care of her son.

Yuan Lirong sent Lu Qingfeng to be in charge of Yuan Hao and Yuan Ze's daily life.

Yuan Hao lives on campus.

So Lu Qingfeng took care of Yuan Ze the most.

Lu Qingfeng was admitted to Wushi from a distant mountain to study at a university. He worked hard and won a first-class scholarship. After graduation, he was hired by a top real estate company in the country. He was diligent, transparent, and had his own ambitions.

No one knows how much of his careful care is to please the boss, and how much is sincere.

But it is undeniable that he accompanied Yuan Ze through the ignorance and loneliness of adolescence.

He enlightened Yuanze, worked hard to reconcile the relationship between Yuanze and Yuanhao, covered up Yuanze's mistakes in front of parents and teachers, secretly helped Yuanze buy wine, and endured Yuanze's young master's temper. He became the person Yuanze relied on the most. .

Yuan Ze could spend a month carving a cartoon doll of red sandalwood for Lu Qingfeng on his birthday.You can also ignore it, hold Yuan Lirong's arm, and fight for a promotion opportunity for Lu Qingfeng.

All the past is like a black-and-white film film frame by frame, flashing across Yuan Ze's mind...

In the first year of high school, on a certain autumn afternoon, the sun lazily shone into the classroom, the political teacher turned his back on the podium, and the chalk squeaked on the blackboard. slip.

I ran all the way to the nearest movie theater to the school, chose a good location, bought popcorn and Coke, and found a place to sit and make a phone call with confidence.

Twenty minutes later, Lu Qingfeng would appear in front of him panting, obediently watch a movie with him, and finish eating a bucket of popcorn.

The arms of the two touched lightly on the armrest of the seat, and Yuan Ze sometimes acted like a baby, "The air conditioner is turned on so low, it's freezing to death."

Lu Qingfeng grabbed his hand and wrapped it in his wide palm. The thin calluses in the palm rubbed against the back of Yuanze's hand, "Where's your school uniform jacket, and you took it off in the classroom again? You can wear it if you don't like it." Ah, I can't do business with Yuan Zong if I have a cold."

After watching the movie, Yuan Ze took a taxi to take him back to work.

In the second year of high school, Yuanjia Company developed business in Southeast Asia.

Yuan Lirong wanted to be an instant hit, so the people stationed in the past were all company elites, and the standards of various welfare subsidies were extremely high.

It is said that after working for two years in the past, the down payment for a house in first-tier cities is no problem.Everyone in the company is scratching their heads.

Lu Qingfeng was no exception. The down payment for a flat was extremely attractive to a young man with no background or background.But in terms of seniority, he is still not ranked.

The only condition he can negotiate with is Yuan Ze.So he became more attentive, and intentionally or unintentionally let the company know, pointing out the different connections between himself and the chairman's family.

Before the final list of going abroad came out, Yuan Lirong talked with Yuan Ze for a long time.

The Yuan family raised their sons and treated them as adults since they were young, hoping that they could have their own opinions in every aspect.

Therefore, compared to Yuan Hao's obedience, Yuan Lirong prefers Yuan Ze's sincerity.Nothing else, like yourself, you must do what you want to do, no matter what others think.

Just like when he insisted on marrying a female celebrity back then, he made the old man at home suffer from a heart attack. Didn't he finally marry Liu Lingling back home in a glorious manner?

Yuan Ze, who was still a sophomore in high school, came out without fear in front of his father, saying that he liked Lu Qingfeng.

Yuan Lirong was sitting upright behind the black and shiny executive desk, with a calm face, but he was just clenching his hand that was playing with a small boxwood foot, and the veins on the back of his hand were obviously protruding.

The little boxwood feet were carved and given to him by Yuan Ze.

It's not accurate to say send.

To be precise, Little Feet is a classroom exercise of Yuanze's fourth grade summer woodcarving interest class.

After the sculpture was finished, he took it home. Xiao Yuanze was extremely satisfied with his work, and showed it to Yuan Lirong as if offering a treasure.

"Huh? You carved it?" Yuan Lirong squeezed his little foot, took a look in front of his eyes, and then raised it to a distance to look at the light, as if he was looking at the fineness of a piece of top-quality jade, "The proportion is wrong, it's not normal Feet."

Little Yuanze hung on Yuan Lirong's arm and jumped a few times, reaching out to snatch his work back from his father.

Yuan Lirong clenched his big hands, and his little feet were held in his palms, "Let it go to your father first. Then carve a better one to replace this ugly one."

Little Yuanze hugged Yuan Lirong's waist and continued to jump up. Liu Lingling was beside him helping his son to grab it. The family of three was having a good time.

Yuan Hao pushed the door open and came in, watching this scene with cold eyes.He just finished his tutoring, holding a few certificates in his hand, waiting for everyone's praise.

"Oh, look at our family Yuan Hao, he won the certificate again." Liu Lingling was the first to see Yuan Hao as always, and saw the certificate in his hand with sharp eyes as always, "Yuan Ze, learn from you." Brother, I see you all day long... I don't know what you're doing."

Liu Lingling took the certificate from Yuan Hao's hand and held it high in front of Yuan Lirong's eyes, "Look, look, No.1."

Yuan Lirong put his little foot in the palm of his right hand and rubbed it. It was a very rough little object that had not been polished in any way. The lines were jagged, and it had a very primitive publicity.

He stretched out his left hand to accept the certificate, "Well, it's not bad, I want your mother to send you a big red envelope."

"Thank you dad, thank you mom." Yuan Hao politely bowed to his parents as a thank you.

"Then me, I also want a red envelope." Yuan Ze immediately started to yell, "The carving teacher said that my foot carving is the best in the class."

"5 yuan," Yuan Lirong laughed loudly, "Your mother has it on the change tray in the entrance, take it yourself."

Yuan Hao went up to the second floor with his schoolbag on his back, and gently closed his door.

The sound of playfulness from downstairs came in, Yuan Hao threw his schoolbag heavily against the wall, lay down on the bed, and covered his ears tightly.

He would rather Yuan Lirong tell him that he would take 5 yuan from the change plate than ask Liu Lingling to send a polite and encouraging big red envelope.

......

"You said you like Lu Qingfeng?" Yuan Lirong put his little foot on the table, and circled his finger on the instep of the little boxwood foot.The little feet have been played by him for 6 or 7 years, they are covered with a layer of paste, and they are smooth and smooth. "Does he like you?"

Yuan Ze: ...

The scene of chairman Yuan slapping the table and smashing the cup after anticipating countless times did not happen, Yuan Ze didn't know how to react.

16-year-old Yuan Ze thinks that dependence is liking, and liking is love.

I have no taboos, why didn't my father react at all?

A head full of question marks.

"Lv Qingfeng takes care of you. That's the job I gave him," Yuan Lirong said. "As a company employee, it's his job to complete the tasks assigned by his superiors. It's his job. Son, don't make a mistake."

Yuan Ze nested in the black swivel chair on the other side of the executive desk, with his feet on the dark coffee-colored solid wood floor, turning left and right dishonestly.

"Why don't you ask him if he would like to go abroad this time?" Yuan Lirong picked up a stack of recommendation lists, and took out one from it. The applicant was followed by the words "Lu Qingfeng", "You and going abroad , you want him to choose one."

Yuan Ze: "...Dad, are you not angry?"

"I have a reason to be angry? Do you listen?" Yuan Lirong stared at Lu Qingfeng's resume and read it. The struggle history of ordinary young people is not a big problem. Life, don't get sick. When you are old, just follow my request, get married and have children."

Yuan Lirong picked up the small earthenware pot by the table, poured two small cups, and handed a cup of Yuanze. The golden Pu'er tea soup was shaking in the tea cup, "Also, my son, I have a bit of a bone, don't give me a whole lot." Something out of shame."

Lu Qingfeng happily chose to go abroad.One year after going abroad, it is said that he suffered from depression and resigned from the company. No one knows where he went.

A word of liking was not said in person.

After Yuan Ze was depressed for a while, he finally figured out that he only relied on Lu Qingfeng.

Someone brings it up when you want to eat, someone to accompany you when you want to play, and reminds you to add clothes when it is cold... What you show is only obedience, never objection, and only obedience.

Most people would be obsessed with this kind of care, let alone Yuan Ze who was neglected by his family.

But seeing Lu Qingfeng felt different this time, Yuan Ze faintly felt that there was something else in Lu Qingfeng's frank show of love, which seemed to be twisted, and he insisted on taking him down.

The purpose was too strong, and Yuan Ze instinctively became alert.

So he pondered for a long time and was willing to believe in Lin Qianxing.

No matter what Lin Qianxing looked like he heard from other people's mouths, eyes can't lie.Such a pair of black bright and magnanimous eyes stared at Yuan Ze seriously, so he chose to believe.Be careful and follow your heart.

Hearing the word "believe you", Lin Qianxing smiled happily, "I will follow you when you meet Lu Qingfeng in the future, okay?"

This is another question.

"Okay," Yuan Ze relaxed after answering two questions, "but why did you follow?"

"You can't ask questions." Lin Qianxing took out his phone and called up an audio, "But let me listen to something for you."

Turn up the volume, press the play button, the sound of opening the door comes from the phone first, followed by a low voice "Stay away from him", followed by a sneer, "Guess, who will win?"

Yuan Ze widened his eyes, "Have you recorded?"

"You can't ask questions."

"Tsk, the game is over, talk carefully." Yuan Ze frowned.

"Angry?" Lin Qianxing put the phone on the dining table, "It's a little bit of a villain... But, I just think he is dangerous, intuitively."

"Then your intuition is wrong? Isn't it bad to record someone casually?"

"My intuition is not wrong," Lin Qianxing pointed to the interlaced scars on his arm that had faded, "otherwise, these scars on my body would be left in vain."

Yuan Ze looked deeply at Lin Qianxing, and asked quietly, "What's the matter with the scar on your arm?"

Lin Qianxing looked down at the inside of his arm, and blinked at Yuanze, "The game continues?"

Yuan Ze smiled, stopped asking, and changed the question, "Why do you bother me so much?"

"Because you saved me." Lin Qianxing sucked the last sip of yogurt and threw the box on the table, "And I said I would protect you, and you agreed."

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