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The corridor was very quiet, only the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Wu Chu, who was wearing black short sleeves, was sitting on the steps, with his long legs bent casually, looking at the figure in the hollow of the stairs.

The figure looked a little strange, the well-fitting and expensive handmade suit on the man looked broad shoulders and long legs, indifferent and dignified, but his appearance was indeed the Shen Qiuze he was familiar with.

Under the dim voice-activated lights, Shen Qiuze seemed to have noticed something. He stopped at the last few steps and looked up at the boy sitting at the entrance of the corridor. The middle-aged man behind him also stopped when he saw this. step.

In the narrow corridor, the boy sitting on the steps of the stairs looked up at him. The boy looked a lot thinner, with a bandage on the back of his hand resting on his bent knee, and a shallow scar on his brow bone. , very shallow, you can't see it unless you look closely.

It was quiet all around, Shen Qiuze looked at Wu Chu indifferently, he watched Wu Chu stand up, looked at him with a dazed expression, and then seemed to hesitate.

There was no emotion in Shen Qiuze's eyes. Just when he was about to say something, he saw Wu Chu look past him, looking at the people behind him with a serious expression.

The boy frowned, seemed a little hesitant, then rubbed his hands on his pants, walked towards behind him solemnly, stretched out his hands to the middle-aged man behind him, and said solemnly and earnestly: "Uncle, you good."

Shen Qiuze's driver was a little stunned. He looked at the earnest eyes of the boy in front of him, stretched out his hand bravely, and shook hands with the boy in front of him. He squeezed out a smile and said, "Hello..."

Wu Chuge said sincerely: "Uncle, have you eaten yet?"

"How about I go in and cook two dishes for you?"

The driver trembled in his heart. He raised his eyes to look at Shen Qiuze, who had a icy aura in front of him, squeezed out a smile and said, "No..."

Shen Qiuze tilted his head slightly, looked at the driver behind him and said calmly, "You go down first."

The driver calmly breathed a sigh of relief. He raised his head and looked at Shen Qiuze squinting at the boy who was shaking hands with him, seemingly not knowing what he was thinking.

The driver subconsciously let go of the hand of the boy who was looking at him attentively, smiled politely at the boy, and hurried downstairs.

Wu Chu looked at the figure of the middle-aged man going downstairs with some puzzlement, he turned around as if nothing had happened, hesitated for a moment to Shen Qiuze in front of him, and said softly with a little tentativeness: "Our father... looks quite young ..."

Shen Qiuze looked at him silently, and after a while, he said calmly to the boy in front of him: "Is that necessary?"

It doesn't matter whether he has a driver or pleases the people around him, there are only a lot of collections like Wu Chu who want to save him, but each of them will only make him more and more annoying.

Wu Chu didn't speak, just stood on the corridor, stared at him and said, "What do you mean?"

Shen Qiuze in front of him smiled slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes. He lowered his head and casually took out the cigarette case from his pocket, popped out a cigarette, and lit it with lowered eyes.

In the lingering faint smoke, the man's eyebrows and eyes were stern, he tilted his head and puffed out the smoke, the smile on his lips did not have any curvature, his eyes were pathetic, and he said lightly: "Do you really not understand or pretend to understand? "

He looked at the boy in front of him and said, "Wu Chu, I've already spoken clearly enough, it's no fun to pretend any longer."

Shen Qiuze seldom said such words to those who were with him before, he would just indifferently watch those abandoned collections struggling in front of him, crying and begging, and the people around him would often deal with those things quickly. Crying and begging people.

Wu Chu was the first person who spent so much time but didn't collect the net.

The narrow corridor was completely quiet, and a few flying insects crashed into the old voice-activated lights, making tiny noises.Wu Chu didn't speak, he just walked up to Shen Qiuze, raised his eyes and reached out to remove the cigarette from the man's mouth.

In the lingering smoke, Wu Chu's thin lips were tightly pressed together, he choked out the cigarette with his fingers, looked up at the man in front of him and paused, "Who the hell taught you how to smoke?"

Shen Qiuze frowned, narrowed his eyes and said to Wu Chu in front of him, "Will I smoke..."

Just after he said a few words, he was abruptly interrupted by the boy, "What me?"

While crushing and stomping on the cigarette, the boy muffled his head and said in a low voice, "Take back what you said."

"There's not a single word I like to hear."

In Wu Chu's eyes, Shen Qiuze can quarrel with him as much as he wants, but Shen Qiuze will never look at him while smoking a cigarette like he is looking at an unrelated object, indifferent and indifferent.

He thought, even if Shen Qiuze scolded him and beat him, he didn't want to see Shen Qiuze treat him like this.

This kind of Shen Qiuze reminded him of Shen Qiuze's extremely depressing works in S University, and Shen Qiuze seemed to be talking to him like a lifeless corpse wearing a bright and indifferent skin.

He didn't want to see Shen Qiuze like this.

Shen Qiuze raised his eyes, staring at Wu Chu under the dim light.

Under the dim light, Wu Chu's side profile did look a bit like the person in his memory, but the boy's temperament was not at all similar to the person in his memory.

The boy's eyes were clean and wild, and his sharp facial features made him look not so easy to get along with. His short black hair looked a little stiff, and his thin lips and straight nose made his face extraordinarily tough.

The person in Shen Qiuze's memory was gentle and gentle, just like the collections he collected before, obedient and obedient, not too far from Zhang Huaiyuan today.

They were all like obedient pets, clinging to him wholeheartedly.

Wu Chu, who was as unruly as a wild dog, was completely different.

The boy in front of him never had the black hair he liked, and he never wore clothes according to his preferences. He had a bad temper, and his behavior was not at all similar to the man in his memory. He never saw him in foreign competitions all year round. Several sides.

Opening and closing his mouth is to tell him to take back his words, as fierce as a wolf cub.

But Shen Qiuze kept such a person by his side for two full years, and also acted with such a boy for two years.

Until Zhang Huaiyuan appeared.

Shen Qiuze's eyes sank, and an inexplicable irritability suddenly rose up, bloodshot from his eyes, those obscure and dark thoughts in his heart were churning over and over again, forcibly imprisoning the few traces of vitality that seeped in from the bottom of his heart stand up.

The place in his heart where the man was placed has completely festered and turned into carrion. It cannot be moved or touched. For a long time, it has been lifeless and dragged him down to sink, entwining his soul like a poisonous snake.

Now, just prying open the corner of that piece of carrion and allowing a few traces of vitality to seep out can make the lifeless Shen Qiuze's eyes full of bloodshot eyes.

But there was an extremely weak cry for help in his heart, struggling frantically, telling him why he came to Wu Chu in the first place.

And why did he keep Wu Chu by his side for two full years.