Xu Jun's life

"Here you are." A harsh voice.

I looked up in surprise.

Li Xiu is holding a puppy made of plasticine in his hand. It has a brown body and yellow ears, and it is quite cute when pinched.

"This is from Lu Jiaming!" He said stiffly, and stuffed the puppy into my hand.

I glanced at Lu Jiaming, who was sitting among Li Xiu's pile of toys, holding a large ball of plasticine in his hand, looking at me eagerly.

I twitched my thumbs to Lu Jiaming, and Jiaming's cat's eyes were bent with a smile, and he lowered his head and squeezed the plasticine harder.

Turning his head, Li Xiu was still standing here.

Children are smart and can be seen at a glance.He is standing on my right side, facing his father's study, and he can see any movement of the study door at the first time.

Looking at this posture, he has something to say to me behind his father's back.

"Are you sick and dying?" As expected of Li Zhurong's son, his speaking style was quite like a father's.

"Sick is sick, not dead yet."

"Then how long can you live?" he asked me bluntly.

"I don't know either. I have to wait until after the operation. It is said that cancer cells will metastasize." I tilted my head and looked at the door of the study room, but it was still motionless.

Li Xiu was silent for a while.

"Do you hate me?"

I was used to beating around the bush between adults, but I was at a loss for this child's honesty.

"I don't hate you..." I said with some difficulty.

"You're lying to me." He interrupted me: "People blink when they lie."

"Forget it if you don't believe it." I pulled the blanket on my knees a little tiredly: "You don't need to involve children in the affairs of adults. Even if there is a mistake, it is your father's fault."

After all, he is a child at a certain age, and his scheming is not enough. When he heard me say this, his eyes widened unhappily: "I am not a child! I know everything."

"What do you know?" I subconsciously touched the cigarette in my trouser pocket, halfway through it, and then remembered my current situation.

Li Xiu stared at me, the room was dimly lit, his eyes were the cleanest dark blue, like gemstones, his outline was not like Li Zhurong, he was a bit tiger-headed and tiger-headed.The puffy look actually makes people feel a little...cute?

"I know, you don't like me!" He yelled loudly, clenching his fists: "If there is a choice, Dad doesn't want me to be born at all, and neither do you! You hate me, you hate me! Only grandpa is Really like me!"

I had a pain in my leg and he kicked me and ran away.

Sure enough, it was Li Zhurong's son.

Almost terrifyingly smart, sensitive, extreme and stubborn, will not avoid problems, will directly bump into everything, will not comfort himself, and will not think about it.

Li Zhurong should have looked like this when he was young.

When I met him, he was already more extreme than Li Xiu.

Li Xiu still thinks that his great-grandfather likes him, but Li Zhurong can see through even his grandfather. He knows that everything he has, including the pitiful family affection, is because he is the chosen heir.It's because he's smart, capable, and iron-blooded.

They are all the same pride - they are proud because they need something to support them, and they are indifferent because they need a hard shell.

He likes me because I liked him first.

Not because he is good-looking, not because he is the heir to the Li family, not even because he is smart.At that time, he was 14 years old, beautiful, with a golden spoon in his mouth, domineering, and willful almost cruel.I have a crush on him, I treat him well, first he blows his hair, and then he treats me well.

Then we are together.

I don't know if he is teasing me, I don't even know if he likes me or not.

It's time to admit it.

I hate him, I hate him, I run away from him, not just for dignity, but for the holidays of these years.

I don't believe him.

I am afraid that all these things are just a replica of ten years ago.I'm afraid that one day he will wake up - it turns out that this is not liking.

All afternoon, I was in a low spirits.

The rain gradually stopped, but my legs still hurt.

Xia Chen came to pick up the baby and greeted me, saying that Xiaoyao had a cold and was afraid of infecting me, so he didn't come over today.

Li Zhurong asked him to eat here, Xia Chen glanced at me and said with a smile: "Okay."

Dinner was quite different from lunch.

The mutton boiled with carrots was slightly fried, and I don’t know what seasoning was added. It was unexpectedly delicious.The mutton soup is also good, a bunch of vegetables, and a kind of red cabbage, fried beautifully, but I don't know how it tastes.

I just ate some mutton, when the bowl suddenly sank, and Li Zhurong put a large section of corn in my bowl.

"Eat more vegetables!" He finished in a muffled voice, and continued to eat his meat.

I really want to throw that knot of corn out of the bowl.

"Teacher Xu put down the bowl and eat."

Maybe it's because my complexion is too ugly, Xia Chen reminded with a smile.

"It doesn't matter."

I continue to hold the bowl.

There are many things, once you put it down because you feel strenuous, you may never be able to pick it up again.

"Brother, I want to chat with Teacher Xu." Xia Chen said to Li Zhurong like this.

Li Zhurong's expression showed that this was by no means what they had agreed in advance.

"How long have we been talking?" He had a "supervisor" expression.

"Half an hour." Xia Chen smiled meaningfully.

If there is one person that I am afraid of, that person is either Zheng Yehu or Xia Chen.

Zheng Yehu has no concept of right and wrong, he never feels that he has done "bad things", and his values ​​are the same as those of a tyrant.As for Xia Chen, he is a roundabout type. You may feel that he has given up on what he wants to do at the time, but after a long time, you will suddenly find that he has already done it, and it is done before you can detect it or question it. case did.

The former overwhelms people with power, while the latter overwhelms people with wisdom.

I was sitting by the warm fireplace in the living room, Xia Chen said to me: "Mr. Xu, Xiaoyao is very worried about you."

"I know."

"I'm worried about my brother."

I turned to look at him.

"Teacher Xu, if I'm not mistaken, are you taking revenge on my brother?" The young man in an off-white long-sleeved T-shirt has jet-black hair, a handsome face, and an extremely sincere expression.

"Do you think I shouldn't take revenge?" I don't know why he was so direct this time, it was out of his usual routine.

"Mr. Xu, I made the dinner." He suddenly changed the subject: "Mr. Xu might as well guess how my brother is feeling right now."

"I can not guess it."

"Teacher Xu, you are the person who knows my brother best in this world." He pulled out a chair and sat down, and said lightly, "But since Teacher Xu refuses to tell, I can tell you."

"He is in a good mood now, because Mr. Xu eats more dinner than lunch. But he is still faintly worried, because he remembers Mr. Xu's condition in his heart. He is a little anxious because the situation in Beijing is not very good, because the Mongolian Seriously, Sheldon is fighting him. Also, he's kind of jealous of me."

"envy?"

"I can cook, but he can't." Xia Chen saw me smile, and smiled himself: "I'm telling the truth."

Of course I know that you are telling the truth, but the point is why do you tell the truth?

"Just say what you want..."

"Didn't Teacher Xu find out? Everything in my brother's mind is about you."

I look at him.

"So far, most of what he has done is because he loves you." Xia Chen stood up and said slowly.

"Next, do you want to say that everything you do because of love can be forgiven." I raised my eyes and looked at him.

"I don't agree with this point of view." Xia Chen said calmly: "I know, Teacher Xu also disagrees, because Teacher Xu thinks that many things my brother has done cannot be forgiven. But what can't be forgiven is the wrong thing, my brother The reason why he did wrong is because no one taught him what is right."

"Ms. Xu, my brother also calls you teacher. You are both a teacher and a friend to him. When you met him, he was only 14 years old. He is 26 years old this year. Have you ever taught him that you should love someone? How to do it?"

"You think he did something wrong, because love is not coercion, not plundering. However, is love watching the other party make mistakes again and again, but not trying to correct them, but passive resistance. Is love hatred, revenge, and mutual death? "

I was speechless by his question.

I'm not a person who is good at debating, and now I don't want to argue about anything.

Xia Chen stood there, looking at me quietly.

"Mr. Xu, you don't need to answer these questions. I don't want an answer either." He said, "Since we can't find an answer to the past, then I won't look for it. There are still eleven days left in the operation. During these eleven days, treat yourself well, and treat my brother well."

I looked at him silently.

He bent his lips and pulled his hand out of his trouser pocket.

"I'm sorry for disappointing Teacher Xu. I also became a person who helped my relatives today. I just feel that the situation is too bleak now, so I want to do something."

"Baby, we're going back." He called the baby, and the baby ran over happily. He squatted down, put on a sweater for the baby, and combed his hair.

"Baby, have you said goodbye to Teacher Xu?"

The baby ran towards me with short legs.

"Xu Xu goodbye."

"Goodbye baby."

Li Xiu had already run into the study to call his father, and Li Zhurong came out.

"gone back?"

"Yeah." He waved his hand: "When the teacher's cold is better, I will bring Teacher Xu to our house for a meal."

"we'll see."

"What's wrong? Your leg hurts again?"

A man in a dark blue shirt squatted down in front of me. His skin was fair, he tilted his head and rubbed my legs, his eyelashes drooped, leaving a faint shadow on his side face.

"Little Zhe."

"Ok?"

"I……"

"what?"

"It's nothing."