Fawn

The young master outside the window was divided into fragments by the wooden fence.Smiling at Xiao Lu, he turned around and walked towards the door.

The servant with the key unlocked the big lock on the door, and the young master stood at the door with a chill in his body.The little deer also rushed in front of him and yelled at him, "Brother! Are you crazy? If you keep making trouble like this, I'm really angry!"

The eldest young master was wearing a long duffel coat with a fluffy fox fur collar around it.The collar supported his face, which was clean and looked like a handsome young man.He raised his eyebrows at Xiaolu, his expression was smug, but his voice was low: "Xiaolu..."

He said slowly: "What's the name of the newspaper you made your fortune with? It's closed now. From now on, you can live here with peace of mind, and you don't have to worry about it anymore."

Xiaolu was stunned: "Close the door? Why did you close the door?"

The eldest young master lazily replied: "I called a team of soldiers over there, I smashed the house, and arrested everyone. If there is no house and no one, does it have to be closed?"

Then he put his hands into the pockets of his coat, and observed Xiao Lu meaningfully: "And your good classmate, Yu Hanwen, right? I also met him once, at his home, not only met him, I also met his father and mother. His father is a diplomat, right? After all, this former diplomat has knowledge and reason, so there is no need to fight hard with him, as long as the words are spoken, He understands it all."

Xiao Lu was originally concerned about the safety of the newspaper editors, but now that he heard this, he immediately changed his mind: "What did you say?"

The young master leaned sideways on the door frame: "Apart from you, what else can I say?"

When Xiaolu heard this, his heart sank into the depths of the darkness in an instant, his confidence was gone, and his voice became inaudible: "You...are you talking bad about me again?"

The young master shook his head: "No, I'm telling the truth."

Xiaolu looked at the young master, and felt as if the sky was split by a thunderbolt in an instant. He felt that his fame in this life had been wiped out. For so many years, his hard work and self-discipline were in vain.

The corners of his mouth trembled and he began to grin to both sides, his breath was disordered, and he showed a crying face.He needs face most, but he was born without face.He tried his best to hide it, and tried his best to clean it up, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make up for the flirtatious words of the young master.

Raising his sleeves and wiping his eyes, he cried like a child grinning his teeth, and discarded the word "big brother". He pulled his throat and shouted at the young master: "Cheng Shiteng, you are too bad! You hurt me, you always hurt me!" Me! You kill me, I will fight with you!"

After yelling these words, he bumped into the young master.However, before the top of his head touched the young master, the servants at the door rushed up, forming a human wall for the young master, and stretched out their hands in advance to block the deer, preventing him from hitting the person.Xiao Lu was pushed staggeringly by them, and after standing still, he looked forward with tears in his eyes. Even if he didn't recognize the faces in front of him, they were familiar - they were all from the Cheng family!

Xiaolu has always thought that the Cheng family is his home. Although his surname is Lu and the young master's surname is Cheng, love is stronger than blood. Even if they have different surnames, they are still relatives.But looking at it now, it was like waking up from a dream, and suddenly found that he was alone and helpless, really an orphan.

The Eldest Young Master stood behind the people, seeing the sparkle in Xiao Lu's eyes, clearly about to cry, he couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart.It's not good to provoke Xiaolu to cry and howl, but it's even worse for the young master to let Xiaolu run out of his temper.The young master felt that he would never be able to get around this detour in his entire life - how could the deer not be his own?How could it be possible not to be on good terms with yourself?Doesn't he want to be with a strange outsider instead of himself?

"Howl!" The young master said with a cold face: "Anyway, Dad has gone to Baoding now, and he might come back when. This is you and me. I don't care about you. You can make trouble as you like. When Knowing that you are obedient, when will I let you go again? I still don't believe it, I can't control you little bastard? If I don't clean you up this time, my mother's surname will not be Cheng!"

After the young master finished speaking, he led the servants away.Fawn stood alone in the room, grinning.Tears rolled down his cheeks, he thought he had broken up with the Yu family this time, and he would have no face to see Yu Hanwen again.The eldest young master has always been strict with him, and he is not allowed to go out to play with his classmates, so he has very few friends, and when he left school, Yu Hanwen was the only one left.Looking back on Yu Hanwen's friendship and love for him, he was so grateful that he couldn't put into words; he was also full of friendship for Yu Hanwen.However, no matter how good the relationship is, so what?The young master has been looking for the elders of Yu's family all the time. Even if Yu Hanwen doesn't despise him, the rest of the Yu family will probably not give him a good look.

Xiaolu wanted to cry, but he was not a crying child, so after shedding a few streams of tears, he let it go.

Turning around the room like a trapped animal, he suddenly strode to the window and began to pull the latch of the window forcefully.The room suddenly became unbearably stuffy, Xiao Lu wanted to take a few breaths of cold air that smelled like snow.But the bolt is really scrapped. He gritted his teeth and expended countless efforts, and finally only rubbed the rust with his hands.

From this day on, Xiao Lu really went to jail, without making a sound or compromising.In normal times, he doesn't mind lowering his body to make the young master happy, whether it's playing the harmonica or dancing foreign dances, he doesn't care at all.But this time, he decided to fight to the end.The young master couldn't figure it out, and neither could he—he thought that the young master had such a good relationship with him, why did he have the heart to confine himself like this?

In these two small houses, Xiaolu lived for more than a month.

The flames of the Northern Expedition were raging fiercely, and the revolutionary army in the south was fighting north with thunder. Although Cheng Tingli was only a small warlord with limited troops, he became one of the targets of the Nanjing government at this time.He was so anxious that he stayed outside, completely forgetting about his wife and children at home.So Xiaolu waited anxiously until the New Year's Eve, but he didn't wait until his godfather came back to save him.

He can wash his face and brush his teeth with cold water, but he can't take a bath, and naturally he hasn't changed his inside and outside clothes.He always thought that he was very smart, with a soft and flexible mind, but now he was sitting on the bed with his knees in his arms, and he found that his mind was becoming rigid.

His brain was solidified, his nerves were numb, and his anger radiated a little heat, baking his heart day and night from bottom to top.He didn't think about anything, and he didn't know what to think about.The room was very hot and the air was dry, and he had unknowingly developed the habit of licking his lips.The moment after licking, the lips are cool and comfortable, but they dry up again soon.So as if he wanted to eat someone, he straightened his eyes, stuck out his tongue and licked his lips over and over again, his lips were bright red, and his tongue was pink.

Sometimes, he would become suspicious, suspecting that his godfather had actually returned, but he didn't know that he was imprisoned.In a panic, he got out of bed and ran to the window. He raised his hand and slapped the window glass vigorously, and began to scream and call his godfather.I can't shout well, because my voice is changing, and my voice is not enough from time to time, and I can't even speak hoarse when I speak.

But the little deer couldn't help shouting, there was blood and fire agitating him in his body, making him suffocate, a big explosion would happen at any time, blood and flesh would fly everywhere, and the explosion would kill everything.The hoarse voice was so low and weak that he was so anxious that he knocked on the window and then on the door.His throat was completely silent, he bent over and opened his mouth, still shouting.

At the end of the yelling, he squatted on the ground, coughing loudly, out of breath, and even smelled blood in his mouth.Then for days, he was mute and had a sore throat that made it difficult to drink.