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The operating room fell silent for a moment.

then

Lu Xingwan opened his lips and answered her: "No."

After receiving such an answer, Wen Sheng was not relieved, because she had been staring at Lu Xingxuan all the time, so when this question was asked, she swore that Lu Xingxuan paused and hesitated, even if it was only That moment still exists.

Someone walked into his heart.

What kind of person can do what they can't do?

Wen Sheng said: "I can ask a little more, what kind of person does Your Highness like?"

Lu Xingxuan stood in front of the mechanical platform, expressionless: "Miss Wen was joking, what qualifications do I have to love someone with a broken body like me."

So

It's not that there is no, but that you don't want to delay others?

Wen Sheng was a little angry: "Your Highness still has self-knowledge."

"Your Majesty intends to help me marry the prince." Wen Sheng gritted his teeth secretly, and snorted softly: "If I marry the prince, I may become the future queen, your sister-in-law."

Lu Xing said quietly: "Congratulations."

Wen Sheng: "You..."

So sad.

I don't know why, but it's just so sad, my heart is stuffy and I can't breathe, it's sore and painful.

The pampered young lady raised her high head, and said angrily as if she wanted to regain her position: "It is I who want to break off the engagement with His Highness, His Highness's face has been disfigured, and he has lost his divine power. You are not worthy of it." mine."

In fact, when she said it, she regretted it.

But when he fixed his eyes on the young man, what he met was Lu Xingwan's surprisingly calm eyes. The young man nodded indifferently, and opened his lips: "I wish Miss Wen a bright future."

Suddenly, Wen Sheng's tears fell from his cheeks.

The feeling of not being loved is like a deserter if you win.

At this moment, she knew that her youth had officially come to an end, and from now on, she and the Third Highness would be two people.

……

Jane's Garden

Jian Mo stepped on the escalator to fetch medicine for Aunt Li in the small pharmacy, and when she was jumping up and down looking for a herbal medicine, the wind chimes outside the courtyard door rang, Jian Mo looked outside through the window, and saw a familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar person Figure, isn't that... his brother?

At the door, a black-haired boy with a luggage bag came in and drank water under the vines.

Jian Mei trotted down the stairs, and shouted excitedly, "Brother!"

The drinker froze, turned his head to look at the figure running towards the pharmacy, his face gradually became serious, and when Jian Mo was about to approach, Jian Changjia almost choked on the water.

When Jian Mo approached, what he met was his brother's unbelievable gaze: "Why are you here?"

"Dad brought me here."

"Why didn't he say anything when I called him?" Jian Changjia's face changed, and he didn't know what he thought of, but he became even more chilled. He cursed softly, and he was about to call Jian's father back.

Jian Mo was at a loss: "Brother..."

When Jian Changjia turned around completely, he could fully see the obvious scars on the young man's neck. Unlike Jian who was raised by his parents as a white porcelain doll, Jian Changjia, who was an older brother, was not so lucky. When his parents brought Jian ambiguous to the hospital for treatment, Jian Jiachang, who was at home alone with the nanny, fell down the stairs, leaving scars from then on, spreading from the chin to the collarbone, a large dark gray mark, spreading densely Scary as a dead branch.

Jian Changjia was on the phone with his mobile phone, while glaring at his younger brother: "It's really annoying, don't follow me!"

Jian Mo hurriedly stopped, and was still a few steps away from her brother, standing cautiously.

Not far away, Jian Changjia was on the phone with Jian's father, and there seemed to be some quarrels, which probably meant why he hadn't told him that his brother was there in advance, how to let him go back, and so on.

In the courtyard, Jian Mei squatted by the well and washed vegetables.

Jian Changjia strode back to the pergola to salute, turned around before leaving, and almost bumped into Jian Mo, he paused, and blamed: "What are you doing behind me?"

Jian Mo was hit on the nose, he lowered his head and covered his red nose, then lifted the cucumber up: "Does brother eat fruit?"

"..."

Jian Changjia didn't take the cucumber, but lowered his bow and bowed, hesitantly asked: "Where did you hit?"

Jian Mo raised his head, his round eyes met his, because of the distance, he could look at his brother clearly, his eyes fell on the particularly conspicuous and terrifying scar, and he paused for a moment.

Jian Changjia's eyes darkened, and he turned his face away to prevent him from looking at him: "You deserve it for bumping into it, who made you walk without eyesight."

Jian Mei followed him step by step with a small cucumber, and said softly, "Are you hungry? The cucumber Aunt Li gave is sweet, and there should be something to eat in the kitchen. Let me get it for you."

Jian Changjia was very annoyed: "Fuck you, I'm leaving."

When one big and one small were entangled here, the old man who had been taking a nap in the living room came downstairs. After all, Jiang was still hot, and he subdued the irritable old man in a few words.

Jian Changjia didn't want to leave, but he added: "Anyway, I don't live in the same house as Jian."

Jian Mo stood beside the small bench, a little aggrieved.

The old man sighed: "If you can't stay, you can't stay. You go to sleep in the room on the second floor, and go to the drawer to get the key to brother."

"Sure."

"No need for him, I'll take it myself."

Jian Changjia didn't seem to want to stay with his younger brother at all. He carried his backpack and entered the house. His back view was not heartless. Behind him, Jian was sitting on a small bench holding his mobile phone in depression. He couldn't hide his thoughts, unfortunately With no friends to share with, the poor Lu Xingxuan became a trash bin for his thoughts, talking nonsense, Lu Xingxuan's information terminal almost exploded.

After a while

Lu Xingxuan replied, "Why does he hate you?"

Jian Mo held his chin, sighed and replied to Lu Xingxuan: "My father said, I was sleeping in the room when I came home from the hospital for treatment, and my brother came back from school to visit me, because no one at home told me the news of my brother's accident. Sleeping in a daze, I saw a person with a terrible scar next to the bed, and I was frightened and cried."

When his head was not clear, he should have said something very outrageous.

From then on, Jian Changjia treated him like a stranger with hatred, and never gave him a good face.

"I wanted to apologize to my brother, but he wouldn't talk to me."

"I don't know how to get along with my brother."

"He seems to hate me."

A series of words were displayed on the information terminal. Lu Xingxuan leaned against the cold mechanical table with deep black eyes. The young man tapped the table with his long and slender fingers. In fact, he really didn't care, even if it was Wen Sheng. When mentioning the matter of appearance in front of him, he couldn't feel the slightest ripple in his heart, but when Jian Mo said that he was scared to cry by such a scar, he was inexplicably concerned.

silence for a moment

Lu Xingxuan finally asked him: "Do you care about those scars?"

It is always easier for people to let go of their hearts and tell the truth to strangers they have never met.

Jane held her chin in her hands, thought about it carefully, and replied, "I care."

Like a basin of cold water pouring from top to bottom, Lu Xingxuan's tapping fingertips stopped, his dark and quiet eyes looked at the short words on the information panel for a moment, and his heart seemed to be suddenly hit by a sharp knife. The needle pricked him, he silently closed the information panel, but he didn't move for a long time, just stood there quietly, as if he was digesting some emotions, he didn't just mind, he even felt sad for a long time.

It's funny to say, why should you pin your hope on others, isn't this what he himself taught Jianyi?

Why don't you care?

Everyone cares about ugly scars, so why ask others to accept them.

Lu Xingxuan's heart gradually cooled down, and a sarcastic smile curled up on the corner of his mouth. When he was about to leave the room, the information terminal vibrated again.

……

Just look at the last time.

He hesitated for a moment, finally clicked on the message panel, and saw Jian Mo whispering: "Why don't you care, every time you see the scar, you will think, he must be in pain at that time."

"Every time I think about it, I feel very sad." Jian Mei guessed clumsily but seriously: "I feel very distressed."

Lu Xingxuan was standing on the edge of the console, the boy's hand holding the table was a little white due to the force, watching the message sent by the information screen, a strange feeling surged in his heart, it was very strange, but It was warm again.

After that incident, too many people looked at him with strange eyes, loathed, pitied, and even blamed him. No one cared about his feelings, no one cared about how painful he was, and the most things around him were insults and ridicule.

It's like a powerful wild beast is wounded and can only find an unoccupied corner to lick its wounds. Its natural enemies are looking for opportunities to kill it. The followers of its territory only care about whether it can become stronger and make use of it. Value and function, otherwise it will become an abandoned child, be divorced and abandoned.

And at this time—

But a silly and naive little animal ran up to him and asked with concern if its wound hurt.

This feeling

It's quite amazing.