My Dear People · Moon Evening

How difficult it is not to forget the original intention.

When our bodies gradually travel away with the years, how can we keep our hearts in place?

-June 2016, 3

Who wouldn't want to live a good life? Try to do what you like, and spend every day of your life optimistically and simply. It sounds so good.It's a pity that not everyone has a simple opportunity. They don't even have the so-called liking, and they can't work hard. They can only helplessly watch the pain accumulate more and more, and they drift farther and farther with the current.

Leo saw this kind of fate clearly at a very young age, so he would not struggle long ago. The reason why he was able to survive until the end was probably because he could calmly look down on his own heart like ashes.

The sky gradually turned a reddish jet black, which was the last bit of color that the New York sunset could leave.

The thin twilight reflected the ancient house, making the surrounding atmosphere gloomy and terrifying, as if it was a terrifying place where ghosts would appear in the book at any time.

Leo, who had just stepped out of the car, looked up and saw a wrinkled face, and his beautiful green eyes were suddenly cast in shadow.

"I didn't go home on time today. I heard that you went to a homeless shelter. Why, are you looking for an outlet to vent your guilt?" The old man asked coldly.

No outsider would have guessed that this is Leo's grandfather Mayer, the legendary old plutocrat, who is now only a bone in a wheelchair.

Leo is accustomed to his sarcasm, and calmly replied: "You've heard about who you went to see, right? Why should I say such things, what should I feel guilty about?"

Mayer coughed, and finally uttered with difficulty: "The sleeping lion in China is about to wake up, even if you can't be their friend, at least don't make enemies, if I hear you do something irrational, don't blame me... ..."

"How is it possible? Who in our family will have trouble with money?" Leo smiled, motioned the servants to go away, and pushed the wheelchair into the house by himself: "I am ready to cooperate with Yan Qingwei further, and of course I need to listen to your opinion .”

Whether what he said was true or not, Mayer didn't have the energy to argue anymore. At this dying age, I really don't know whether to fight against these wolf-like descendants around me, or fight against the disease hidden in his body , Leo can get to where he is today is something no one expected, including the old Mayer who made the decision. Thinking about it carefully, none of the "good luck" encountered by this kid when he climbed up can be completely attributed to Luck, but this is also good, rather than handing over the family business to the indecisive son, it is better to hand it over to this heartless wolf-if Leo's mother is not so miserable.

Business matters are always a pure exchange, and the constant cutting and messing is always a headache for family relationships. Mayer mentioned it more than once during dinner: "You should get married this year, and continue to maintain a useless playboy image It's not good for anyone, your fiancée is a good choice."

"Well, at the end of the year." Leo procrastinated casually. He only hoped that the old man would never live to that time. He sneered in his heart, took a sip of his soda, and suddenly remembered that Lin Yilin said no to himself during the conversation. Qing's firm eyes, inexplicably asked: "What if I meet the person I love?"

"You will love?" Mayer asked back.

Leo laughed out loud as if hearing something funny, his pale handsome face looked distorted and lonely in the candlelight.

Mayer was full after eating too much, tremblingly took down the napkin and said, "Not everyone is qualified to talk about love. The last time I heard this word was when your father mentioned your mother. What happened? Love is such a sad thing .”

After speaking, he waved his hand and let the servant push his wheelchair away.

Leo, who was left in place, had trembling hands, and almost exhausted all his strength to hold back the knife and fork from poking into the old man's body.

Thinking of his troubled childhood, the humiliation he suffered when he came to this home, and his mother's unexplained death, cracks would appear in his calm mask.

But when I think about it again, why should I be angry? What good results can I get after being angry for so many years?

Only when people can let go of their inner restlessness can they do more things.

"I won't let you go..." Leo murmured alone, closed his eyes and said softly, "Not one of them."

"Oh my god... how could I forget to bake the cake, it's cold." At the same time, Lin Yilin was cleaning the kitchen but living in the bright light, he opened the oven very annoyed, and brought out the lava chocolate that had lost its temperature. : "I still plan to eat after dinner."

Chen Lu got a toothache when he saw sweets, and he was grateful to himself and at the same time pinched his waist: "God told you to eat less, touch your stomach, throw it away."

Lin Yilin went to rescue Chen Lu who was kidnapped many years ago. The serious injury he suffered prevented him from exercising. Recently, he has indeed become more mellow when he is on vacation. Hearing this, he immediately avoided his hand and said angrily: "What are you talking about? How dare you despise me!"

"How is it possible, I'll take you there right now, right away, right away, okay?" Chen Lu deliberately hugged him hard so that he couldn't break free, and looked at Lin Yilin's various things that would only show in front of him. It was almost the happiest moment of his day.

"Go away! I'd like to be fat!" Xiao Linzi was very concerned about his appearance, kicked him twice but didn't kick him away, and opened his mouth to bite his hand.

"Why are you like a cat? I'll bite you if you don't let go." Chen Lu couldn't help but laugh.

Just at this moment, the fax machine on the side of the corridor beeped.

Lin Yilin blushed from being teased, took the opportunity to get rid of this guy, and hurried to see it.

The result is not the drawing of the design office, but a very unexpected letter.

"Brother Lin, I'm Shen Xuan. I started to apply for schools in the United States after listening to your advice. I wonder if I can attach my transcript and TOEFL score to give some advice on the choice of schools for architectural design. It's too presumptuous. I hope I don't bother you." your turn."

"It's obviously disturbing my young master's elegance, so don't worry about it." Chen Lu, who followed the peek, suddenly took the piece of paper away, frowned and said, "Don't let anyone take advantage of your kindness. I can't find any information on the Internet now. I'm looking for you." It’s not that I want you to find someone to write a letter of introduction.”

The young master did not stay in vain during the years in China, and he has long understood the small thoughts that Chinese people are accustomed to.

"It's just a child, just write it." Lin Yilin didn't think there was anything wrong.

Chen Lu said: "We don't know each other well. It's enough for you to sponsor him for three years in high school. Why don't you care about him for the rest of his life?"

Lin Yilin knew that he was doing it for his own good, and also knew that it was difficult to communicate, so he smiled smartly: "I don't care too much, I just think that I am helpless at that age, not everyone is as lucky as me to meet You."

Flattery has an effect on anyone, not to mention Chen Lu who almost never says no to Xiao Linzi, he was silent for two seconds and said: "Okay, but leave this matter to me, don't try to take this opportunity to find your wretched tutor."

The inexplicable concern and ambiguity of the previous mentor was really inappropriate, Lin Yilin didn't insist on it, turned around and went back to the kitchen to continue packing his beloved tableware.

Chen Lu took the paper and snorted disdainfully: "I still think you are very similar to him, I really think too much."

The young master is very clear, no matter ten years ago, now, or in the future, people like Lin Yilin will never beg anyone, including himself, for any wish of his own.

Should I say hateful or cute?