mountains and deep sea

The door of the wing room was opened vigorously by Lu Yuzhi. Before he could turn on the light, he saw an unknown object flying towards him.

Seeing that thing hit him, his arms tightened, and he was dragged back forcefully, falling into an embrace.

Fu Wensheng protected Lu Yuzhi's head with one hand, and led the people to avoid the thing.

The thing hit the beam behind him with a bang, and then there was the sound of china breaking.Fu Wensheng took a closer look and saw that it was an ashtray. If it hit Lu Yuzhi's head, the consequences would be disastrous.

Lu Yuzhi had no time to take care of it, so he broke away from Fu Wensheng's arms, rushed into the room, turned on the light, and saw Lu Quansheng fell to the ground for some reason.

Lu Quansheng didn't seem to be seriously ill, and he could still sit up on his own. Lu Yuzhi just breathed a sigh of relief, but realized something was wrong in the next second——Lu Quansheng's eyes were bloodshot, and looking at Lu Yuzhi at this moment, his eyes were full of blood. Seeing hatred is like meeting an enemy and wishing to tear him apart.

He paused and called out in a low voice, "Grandpa?"

As soon as Fu Wensheng stepped into the room, he heard Lu Yuzhi's hesitant grandfather, and the next moment Lu Quansheng screamed hysterically, "Who is your grandfather?! It was you who killed my daughter, it was you!" Ah Ruan who killed me! If it wasn't for your birth, she wouldn't be so stupid thinking about that bastard all the time! You forced her to death and went back to recognize that bastard! You are not human!  … ....You have no conscience, you are not human..."

Fu Wensheng was frightened by Lu Quansheng's cries and froze, and subconsciously looked at Lu Yuzhi.

With his back turned to him, Lu Yuzhi could only see that side of his face. His smooth hair was cast into shadow by the light and fell on his face, his expression was dim.

But Fu Wensheng caught a glimpse of his slightly trembling eyelashes, and knew that he must be sad - no one would not feel sad because of such words from his dearest relative.

He was about to call his name, but Lu Yuzhi moved first.

He walked up to Lu Quansheng and knelt down. He seemed indifferent to his grandfather's blame. He didn't even have any expression on his delicate face. He just asked, "Are you okay? Did it hurt when you fell? Can you get up?"

Lu Quansheng was still staring at him, his chest heaving violently, suddenly he raised his hand high, and a loud slap was about to go towards Lu Yuzhi.

Lu Yuzhi closed his eyes habitually, but the expected slap did not come, he opened his eyes in surprise and looked up, it was Fu Wensheng who grabbed Lu Quansheng's hand.

Fu Wensheng glanced at him, then squatted down shoulder-to-shoulder with Lu Yuzhi, and said softly, "Old Lu, are you injured?"

Perhaps the sound of "Old Lu" brought back Lu Quansheng's memory and reminded him of something. It was the time when the old yellow filter was still shining. He was standing on the stage with a costume and red makeup, and someone was underneath. Yelling—Mr. Lu is very capable!Then thunderous applause rang in my ears, all for him.

At that time, he was not yet middle-aged, and he had a stage, applause, a role he wanted to bring up, and his own daughter.

But the past is like smoke, and when he returned to the small wing, he was just the bad old man who woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, lost his mind and even hated his own grandson.

The fierceness in Lu Quansheng's eyes had disappeared. Looking at Lu Yuzhi, two lines of turbid tears fell on his face. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, "Did it hurt you..."

Lu Yuzhi avoided that hand and just held it in his own, "No, get up quickly, the floor is cold."

He was going to help Lu Quansheng, but was stopped by Fu Wensheng.

Their eyes met in the air, Fu Wensheng pretended not to see the look of embarrassment in Lu Yuzhi's eyes, and just said, "Let me do it."

After finishing speaking, he picked up Lu Quansheng horizontally, carefully hugged the old man on the bed, and then stepped aside, watching Lu Yuzhi carefully tuck the old man in the quilt.

The old man was nestled under the quilt, his eyes were lost, and he was still shouting, "Yu Zhi, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Lu Yuzhi didn't say anything, just took care of others in silence, then squatted beside the bed, and said softly, "I don't blame you, I don't blame you, go to sleep."

Lu Yuzhi, who was squatting down, looked small, even his shadow was in a ball, curled up on the floor, as if hugging himself tightly, as if shrinking down a bit, and being smaller, he could avoid the harm of others.

The snow stopped in the middle of the night, and the thick dark clouds finally dispersed a lot, and a cold moon could be seen in the sparse space, hanging in the sky far away.

Fu Wensheng stood outside the door and waited for Lu Yuzhi to come out. The two looked at each other speechlessly. Lu Yuzhi looked away first, and sat down on the bench in the corridor, not afraid of the cold, wearing only pajamas.

No one spoke, and it was even more depressing in this silent night.

"Thank you." After a long time, Lu Yuzhi leaned his head against Liangzi, looked at the yard covered in heavy snow, and said, "If it wasn't for you, I don't know how long it would have been."

Fu Wensheng thought for a moment and asked, "How long has this been the case?"

"It's been a long time," Lu Yuzhi thought for a while, "It must have started after Lu Jiaruan died. The doctor said that the blow was too big, which made him unconscious."

His tone was so relaxed that he didn't seem to be talking about his own affairs, but Fu Wensheng still heard a trace of sadness in his words.

Lu Jiaruan is Lu Yuzhi's mother. Fu Wensheng has never met her, but she has heard of her. She is a beautiful woman and Du Mengqiu's junior sister. The two were the pillars of the theater at that time.

When I heard about it later, Lu Jiaruan was no longer the girl that others envied. It was the aunts and aunts in the streets who occasionally chatted about Gu Yunping while eating melon seeds. The other woman was Lu Jiaruan.

There is nothing to mention about her and Gu Yunping's affairs. If I really want to say that there is still a bit of blood, it is just that the girl who just fell in love was attracted by Gu Yunping, who was still a young talent at the time, and she was with Gu Yunping regardless of the opposition of her family. At that time, while dancing, It is the most beautiful thing for her to be with her beloved and fantasize about the future.

But at the end of the day, people's wishes did not come true. Gu Yunping himself got engaged. That woman was not Lu Jiaruan, but the real wife of the Lu family, and she was just an unremarkable past hidden behind Gu Yunping's brilliance.

Lu Yuzhi always remembered that when Lu Jiaruan was still there, he always liked to say to himself, "The day I know you are the day Gu Yunping gets married."

At that time, the candlelight was dim, and Lu Jiaruan, who was looking ugly, was leaning against the head of the bed, with unburned smoke on her lips, and her expression was gloomy in the smoke. She looked at Lu Yuzhi who was also looking at her indifferently, and said, "You really don't want should appear in this world."

Therefore, Yu Yuzhi is the extra person.

It was so cold in winter, Lu Yuzhi looked at the night sky, and suddenly shivered uncontrollably, layers of chill rose from his feet and penetrated into the bone marrow.

He has never talked about this with anyone. Maybe it is because of the lonely night tonight, people are inevitably sad, or there has never been anyone like Fu Wensheng, who has no pity and sympathy in his eyes after seeing his misery. Only he is not sure. Not an emotion called distress.

"Lu Yuzhi." Fu Wensheng called his name from behind, with a low voice, "There is no mother who does not love her child."

A sudden palpitation came, Lu Yuzhi lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and he was indescribably lonely, "Yes, there is no mother who does not love her child, but Lu Jiaruan is an exception. .”

Fu Wensheng was silent.

An unbearable love, which in turn brings about an unhealthy parent-child relationship, and the childhood hurt by the words and eyes of the loved ones will become a scar that cannot be healed in a person's life.

It's ridiculous, children are obviously the most innocent, but they often pay for their parents' unhappiness.

So, Lu Yuzhi, is this the reason why you have always been estranged and incomprehensible?

Lu Yuzhi turned around and caught a glimpse of Fu Wensheng's uglier expression than his own. He was stunned for a few seconds and couldn't help laughing at him, "What's wrong, Professor Fu, do you love me?"

What he said was meant to be teasing, but Fu Wensheng nodded very seriously, "Well, I feel a little distressed."

Thinking of Lu Yuzhi hiding his sadness for a moment and pretending not to care, he felt even more distressed.

Lu Yuzhi was taken aback by his seriousness, and the teasing just now suddenly became meaningless—why is this person always like this?It's obviously just ridicule and ridicule, why do you always answer so seriously.

"Fu Wensheng, you're really boring."

I don't know if he was angry or what, but Fu Wensheng smiled, "What do you want to be interesting? Do you want me to be tough or flirting with you here?"

Before Lu Yuzhi could say anything, Fu Wensheng came and kicked his leg, "Get up, go back to sleep, are you going to freeze here all night?"

Lu Yuzhi watched Fu Wensheng turn around and walk towards his own wing, then got up and followed, "Isn't Professor Fu going home?"

Professor Fu didn't even turn his head, and answered him with what he said in the room just now, "What time is it, what kind of home did you go back to?"

Lu Yuzhi, who was following behind, rolled his eyes again, but the depression in his heart dissipated a lot.

The warm lights in the wing room were turned off again, and the yard returned to silence, only the rustling of the wind could be heard.

Lu Yuzhi turned his back to Fu Wensheng, and suddenly asked, "Fu Wensheng, do you really like me?"

After a long time, Fu Wensheng finally responded, with a lazy voice, "Well, maybe."

"What is possibility?" Lu Yuzhi smiled and asked again, "Why?"

Fu Wensheng opened his eyes, and suddenly thought of Lu Yuzhi whom he saw in Paris. He was dancing pole dance, and asked him with a smile in his drunken eyes in the corridor if he wanted to take him home.

The corner of his mouth raised, "It's love at first sight."

Lu Yuzhi snorted disdainfully, "That's just for sex."

"What's wrong with that? Sex is desire, but all living people have desires, and so do I."

And it just so happened that the desire was called Lu Yuzhi.

Lu Yuzhi moved his head, and Fu Wensheng heard his laughter, "You are the only one who speaks of sex so sanctimoniously."

He just laughed and said nothing.

Thinking back later, his love for Lu Yuzhi might have been doomed. When we meet in Paris, we will fall. If we meet again after returning to China, we can’t help but feel sorry for him, and can’t help but want to give him a hug. Love at first sight is the first sight But love begins with distress and reluctance.

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Zuo Erdong Chen

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