Master Lu's Black Belly Milk Cake

The afternoon sun was quiet and beautiful, and teenagers in school uniforms passed through the overlapping shades of camphor trees one after another.

At Lu Qiao's invitation, Zhong Yi didn't know how many times he went to his house as a guest, doing homework together and playing games together.

Zhong Yi likes to go to Lu Qiao's house very much, because Lu Qiao's mother is very enthusiastic. Every time she sees him, she always provides snacks and fruits uninterruptedly. It is probably because her own son Lu Qiao is too rebellious, so Zhong Yi's well-behaved and sensible Timely.

However, this time, the laughter of the two of them did not meet Lu Qiao's mother's warm greeting, but a gloomy atmosphere.

The door opened, and there was an eerie silence in the air.

Zhong Yi was good at observing words and expressions, and immediately realized that something was wrong, her eyes signaled Lu Qiao not to speak.

Following barely audible whispers, the two walked to the study room on the second floor. Outside the half-closed door, Zhong saw the man who let him spend his entire youth with him.

The movement made by the two reckless teenagers was not small, and the man just happened to look up at him, met his ignorant and helpless eyes, and said softly:

"This is my cousin?"

Only then did Zhong Yi come back to his senses, he found that the man was sitting on the upper seat that symbolized the master of the family, and Lu Qiao's parents were standing opposite him, their expressions were not very good-looking.

Moreover, Mother Lu's eye sockets seemed a little red, as if she had just cried.

Two lines of sight meet, one is clear and the other is bottomless and deep.

It took several seconds for Zhong Yi to remember that he shouldn't be looking at others so directly, then he lowered his head, his heart beating like a drum.

Lu Qiao's father answered the words with some flattery: "No, Master Lu, he is Lu Qiao's friend."

He walked to the door, gave the two of them a "Hurry up" look, and closed the study door.

Zhong Yi and Lu Qiao were still in a daze until they went downstairs.

The two of them can only be considered a wealthy family, and they have little chance to get in touch with important people, but the aura emitted by that man just now is so strong that it makes one's hair stand on end.

Lu Qiao was dumbfounded, and muttered to herself: "I've never seen my dad like this, who the hell is this?"

"Cousin..." Zhong Yi said these two words softly in his mouth, and speculated, "Maybe it is a distant uncle who has never been in touch?"

When he said this, it really reminded Lu Qiao, "I heard from my parents that our family has a relative who is a big man, and according to seniority, I have to call him cousin."

Lu Qiao paused, and said with difficulty: "His name is Lu Hezhang."

Zhong Yi was also stunned.

Lu Hezhang.

The name he had seen in the economics case analysis questions when he was writing the test paper.

That, to a certain extent, is a name that can be equated with the word "wealth".

Lu Qiao recalled: "When I was in elementary school, I seemed to have seen him one year. During the Chinese New Year, there were many people separated, and I didn't see him clearly. I just remembered that he was very young, and a group of old men around him were fawning on him."

"Why did he come to your house?"

"I don't know either. Could it be that I came here to discuss business with my father?"

After chatting for a while, the door of the study was opened again, Father Lu stood upstairs and shouted: "Lu Qiao, come and see my cousin."

"Oh." Lu Qiao reluctantly responded.

Zhong Yi knew that it was not the right time to come today, and there was a "distinguished guest", and a small character like him who would only cause trouble should leave wisely, so he greeted: "Uncle and Aunt Lu, I'm going home first, and I'll come back in two days Play with Lu Qiao."

Just as Mama Lu was about to speak, a deep voice interrupted her.

"Don't be in a hurry," Lu Hezhang walked down the steps slowly, and said casually, "It's a rare meeting, cousin, why don't you call your friend?"

Father Lu's face was so dark that he couldn't bear to look at it. It was nothing more than the dumb losses he suffered when he was talking about business just now. Zhong Yi came to their house as a guest. How could it be reasonable for a guest to accompany another guest?Isn't this obviously embarrassing him?

While Lu's father hesitated and didn't know how to respond, Zhong Yi refused politely: "Mr. Lu, I'm sorry, I have to do my homework, so I'm going home first."

"In such a hurry to go home," Lu Hezhang stopped walking downstairs, looking down at Zhong Yi, "Because I'm here?"

The other three members of the Lu family present took a deep breath, and Lu Hezhang's tone was obviously angry.

And Zhong Yi, who is not afraid of the age of a newborn calf, repeated it forcefully: "I really want to go home and do my homework."

Although tough, there was a hint of trembling.

After all, I was still nervous.

After the words fell, he walked out stiffly, but no one stopped him, and he even heard a faint low laugh from behind.

He walked all the way to the shade of the camphor tree before he breathed out a mouthful of stale air, and felt his legs go weak after holding on to the big tree.

Just now, it was really caused by the mentality of the second year, and he dared to quarrel with someone of Lu Hezhang's level.

But it seems that there is also a point, wanting to appear different in front of that person.

Zhong Yi didn't quite understand why his heart was beating so fast, until other trivial things in his mind diluted the inexplicable throbbing, and the driver at home also drove to pick him up.

On the car ride home, he was thinking about the sketch competition next month; the wrong note he played in the piano practice last week; the university he will take in the future...

The only thing he didn't expect was that a few months later, his father would make a huge mistake, and in an almost desperate situation, he would be sent out to change his life.