My Dear People · Moon Evening

Many things in life are learned from rewards.

More income, more happiness, tempts us to put in more effort.

But the truth experienced through punishment is far more unforgettable than the fruit of reward.

It is through experiencing loss and overcoming pain that we will understand how to cherish.

-June 2016, 10

Money can buy most of the things in the world, even happiness, but in the face of the fragility of life itself, it is a little weak.

After Yan Qingwei was admitted to the hospital, the attending doctor decided to perform a transplant operation for her based on the diagnosis, but she was still unable to find a suitable heart. Now, at the critical moment of life and death, the seemingly omnipotent Chen Lu, as a son, could only stay in front of the hospital bed and do almost everything. no.

His despair was clearly seen by the Queen.

So it was rare to feel better this day, so he lay on the hospital bed with a light smile and guided: "You are here every day, is the company given to someone else?"

Chen Lu was preoccupied. He lowered his head and cut the fruit to make a glass of juice for his mother. After tossing for a while, he said, "Is there anything more important than you?"

"Children's temper." Yan Qingwei sneered, even though the serious illness took away her looks, it couldn't take away the demeanor in her bones.

Chen Lu stopped talking, poured the fruit into the slow grinder silently, and waited beside him with a cup.

"Your grandmother told me that life has a length, and everyone has to learn to face the end of it." Yan Qingwei looked at the ceiling: "But it also has a width, we can decide how much we have done in our life , although this is what her old man said to comfort me before she passed away, but I think it is true, the experience in my life is beyond the imagination of many people, I really don't have too many regrets."

"But I do, so just treat me as ignorant and selfish, and you should get better for me." Chen Lu inserted the straw into the juice and handed it to his mother's mouth: "Is it all right?"

Yan Qingwei drank a little with a smile, then shook her head to signal him to take it away, and replied: "The happiness you should grasp is not mine. How can anyone depend on their mother for the rest of their lives, let alone a married person."

Chen Lu was in a bad mood when he remembered that Lin Yilin had left his bodyguards and wandered around by himself, and hadn't returned almost all night, but he didn't want to complain to Yan Qingwei at the moment, he just said: "I'm too busy now, I don't have the energy to take care of him."

"Actually, I'm still worried, right?" Yan Qingwei said, "I probably know a little about your affairs, and my mother also understands the hidden dangers brought by Shen Xuan. You shouldn't have stayed by your side."

"I've always believed in your words." Chen Lu smiled wryly.

"Don't trust me, what's the use of trusting others?" Yan Qingwei held his hand: "Trust yourself and don't forget the life you want, that's enough."

"Mom, don't you want to say every word like your last words?" Chen Lu couldn't bear it and said, "I really can't stand you like this."

Wen Yan Yan Qingwei just curled the corners of her mouth, with a calm expression of seeing through everything.

Lin Yilin slept lightly in the clubhouse for a few hours, and returned home early in the morning after waking up from alcohol. After all, his goal of confusing Leo had been achieved, and it was meaningless to linger any longer.

Although the stomach pain has subsided after taking the medicine, my body is still weak.

After washing off the alcohol, Xiao Linzi cooked some porridge in the kitchen, but while waiting, he collapsed on the sofa and fell asleep in a daze.

Sleeping is like falling into a void, and you can no longer perceive the outside world.

The whole person curled up under the thin blanket, with a calm and relaxed face that was rarely seen recently.

When Chen Lu returned home exhausted, he saw this scene.

He frowned and turned off the electric cooker, then sat beside Lin Yilin in a daze.

Although there are a lot of things I want to ask him, but I don't want to disturb his rest, and if we talk about it, we will inevitably quarrel, so it's better to be quiet now.

As a result, when I was bored flipping through my phone, I saw a new round of gossip.

An anonymous blogger on the Internet released some blurry photos of the reception last night. In the photos, there are a series of records of Leo and Xiao Linzi talking privately, drinking, and later Leo took him away. Enough is enough.

The comments under the photo were naturally in an uproar.

Some of them are malicious.

Chen Lu felt very tired, so he turned off his phone in an instant.

Although the public relations secretary would automatically handle these troubles for him and sue the guy who put up the photos for violating his reputation and privacy, but in this age of Internet supremacy, news that has already been widely known is an annoyance that will never be erased.

It was not the first time that Lin Yilin approached Leo.

Why did he insist on doing this, Chen Lu was also a little uncertain, so he was very disgusted.

This resentment is not to question Xiao Linzi's loyalty, but to feel that Leo is extremely dangerous in his heart, and it is difficult to feel relieved.

Who knew that when he was thinking wildly, the young master's cell phone would light up again.

It was Dewey, who had returned to China, who exclaimed and questioned: "Lulu! I saw the news, what the hell is that Leo, Linlin is messing around?"

Ever since he missed Shen Xuan's gossip last time, he has been extremely concerned about their news, for fear that he would be incompetent as a friend.

Chen Lu was annoyed, and replied: "Don't worry about my housework."

"I'm not doing it for your own good." Dewey exclaimed angrily, "That Leo got angry when he looked at it with a smug face. He must not be a good bird. Wait for you to say a word, and my buddy will do him for you!"

"Idiot..." Chen Lu sent out the message weakly, and then sighed deeply.

Lin Yilin, who had always been a light sleeper, woke up instantly. He opened his eyes in confusion and looked at the young master's back, then rubbed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Are you back?"

Chen Lu put down his phone, tilted his head and asked, "Are you having a stomachache again?"

Lin Yilin slowly came to his senses, wondering why he was so powerful.

"Every time you have a stomachache, you can't sleep well, and your voice will become like this in the morning." Chen Lu reached out and touched his face: "Have you taken your medicine?"

Lin Yilin nodded.

"I'll get you some porridge." Chen Lu got up and walked to the kitchen, as usual.

Lin Yilin, who thought he would ask a lot of questions and was even ready to speak, was a little lost.

Although the result of the quarrel that no one wants to see, but his lover hasn't returned all night, he is so calm, isn't it too strange?

After all, the young master used to be a childish ghost who would get angry when he saw himself talking to others a few more words.

Lin Yilin sat up from the sofa, half puzzled, half cold.