The heartthrob's stand-in everyday

Lu Yao is an illegitimate child.

The biological father is unknown, he was born in a village in the city, the people who lived in the city villa compound gave it an easy-to-understand name - slums.

The slums are located in the northernmost corner of the city, where the city dwellers dump their garbage, and the roads are open, so they always like to do things that harm others and benefit themselves, even if they have money, they don’t even care about their conscience.But money and conscience have never been a life-and-death relationship, and Lu Yao couldn't figure out why they would do this.

He only saw a few large trucks driving in the distance in the early morning, when the sky was not yet bright, they were tall and strong, and the distance between them was even more impressive.At first glance, it looks like the deformed mecha in the poster he found in the trash can.He thought it was fun, and he had to go to see it when he got up early. Before the sun came out and the world was still in darkness, he was already awake.

He opened his eyes, pushed open the creaking wooden door, and stood on tiptoe to look into the distance. The towering mech was accompanied by the morning rain and dew, and the morning birds were singing, and the hula-la-la clouds were stripped away by it. Driving, a black mist emerged from the roof of the car, thicker than the dark clouds gathered in a thunderstorm. Lu Yao observed with fascination that the mech drove all the way and crushed a piece of green grass, leaving two traces covered with oil and silt .

It slowly walked to the small river, which was the only small river in this land, with a gurgling river, Lu Yao took a bath in it when he was a child, scooped up a handful of water and poured it on his body.

A thunderous roar fell, and just one sound was enough to break people's hearts.

What fell on his back was a piece of garbage.Red, green, purple flowers, but no white ones, the stench spread quickly at this moment, Lu Yao covered his mouth and nose, and closed his eyes sadly.

He felt an unspeakable pain welling up in his heart, sad for no reason, and later he realized that he probably couldn't accept such a dirty life as his.

The mother opened her eyes with a loud noise, she looked at Lu Yao, then out the window, holding him in her arms, the smell of cheap soap resisting the disgusting stench.

The familiar nursery rhyme sounded, and Lu Yao fell asleep next to her. Her mother had a beautiful and bright face, and the years had not left too many marks on her body. She was younger than all the women in the village, and there were still people walking on the road. Call her little girl.

With him in the little girl's arms, the passers-by who wanted to strike up a conversation stopped talking. Lu Yao felt amused seeing the regret and loneliness on their faces.

He knew that his mother would probably never give them her eyes in this life, so a man who was so emaciated and impoverished was naturally inferior to the man in the photo that his mother stuck to his chest and watched day and night.

Clocks are not a product of their class, but Lu Yao saw it from his mother. In her arms, the necklace around her neck was connected to the clock. He saw a series of diamonds on the clock, which almost hurt his chest every time he opened it. Eye.

Lu Yao sometimes dreams, dreaming that a car picks up their mother and child, the exhaust behind the tail is full of fragrance, other people in the village in the city cast envious glances at him, the Er Gouzi next door no longer bullies him, the card is full of The fist of dirt no longer landed on his face.

He often has such dreams, but all of them only exist in his dreams. All his fantasies gradually disappear with the passage of time. People are realistic, and when they are hungry and cold, they don't think about things other than food and housing.

He grew up day by day, neighbors changed one after another, maybe died of some disease, or got rich and moved into the city, such things happened every day, and everyone's fate was in motion.

Except Lu Yao.

At the age of ten, his mother died, and since then he has finally become a physical, psychological and even recognized orphan.

The orphan Lu Yao received a crumbling wooden house and a clock.

A very small clock, the photos inside are yellowed, men and women hug each other with smiles, Lu Yao observes, after observing for a long time, he is actually a little sour, tears fall down his cheeks, and beans the size of pearls continue to flow.

He thought he had no relatives, and wondered why his father never came to him.He thought that the man in the photo was well dressed and had a good skin, would he be like this in the future?

A daydream is also a dream. He waited day after day, guarding the entrance and exit of the village, woken up by the arrival of the garbage truck in the early morning, and the cold wind in the middle of the night made it difficult for him to sleep.

The acquaintances thought he was crazy, and showed pitiful and proud pity. They helped him and hired him with the cheapest labor, but he flatly refused.

Waiting became his obsession.

But he never thought that a miracle would actually happen.

On a summer afternoon, the sun was scorching hot, and he sat under the eaves to take a nap. The flowing heat enveloped his slender body, his hair stuck together in strands, and the withered yellow caused by long-term malnutrition made him careless.

He was waiting for a cooler day to go to work, and child labor did not make much, so he had to work for two days to be worth one day for others.

Such a lazy afternoon is suitable for dreaming. Mosquitoes bite on his oily skin, and the only clean part on his body is his face.A good-looking face, the dimples on both sides of the beautiful smile are exposed, it is a fake of his mother when she was young, and it is a scene he does not want to watch.

He was very hungry, his stomach was growling, his stomach was convulsing and painful, there were sugar, drinks, and countless cakes in his dream, he threw himself into the cream, but a sneer came from his ear.

The laughter was so clear that Lu Yao suspected that he had an illusion. His eyes were narrowed, and the glare of the sun almost penetrated his eyelids. Under the strong light, he shed a little tears, and the saline flowed down his cheeks to his sides.

He opened his eyes, and a man stood in front of him.

A very tall man, taller than anyone he had ever seen, his huge body standing in front of him made him look thinner.

Lu Yao heard him complain: "Why is this place so dirty?"

Then he turned his head and said with a smile: "Father's vision is getting worse day by day."

He spoke like this, as if there was someone standing behind him.But Lu Yao was too short to see the scene behind him, so he grabbed his fingers sadly and wrapped them around to endure the ridicule.

The sun was too big and the sunlight was too strong, he couldn't clearly see the face of the person standing in front of him, he couldn't see the disdain on his face, he couldn't even raise his head and puff out his chest to introduce his name.

His name was no longer under his control, and the tall and strong man standing in front of him said, "Why don't you speak, little mute?"

Lu Yao shook his head and nodded again, he faltered, his throat seemed to be burning, unable to utter a word, he just stood and twitched.

The consequence of the silence is the man's contempt after laughing: "Forget it, I'll call you a little mute from now on."

Oh, this is not a discussion, Lu Yao bowed his head sadly, he had a premonition, a premonition that this day would come, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

The man was too tall, and the car that drove him blocked the whole road. He seemed to like to laugh, sneered and laughed and ran back and forth. Lu Yao saw the driver getting off the car and bowed respectfully to him, and then walked to his side. In front of him, he bent down and stretched out a hand, speaking in a respectful voice he had never heard before, "Little Master."

Lu Yaofu raised his head again, the cicadas sang Pinellia, the only reason for tears shed was the glare of the sun, after that he changed his name, changed his life, and also changed his life.

Since then, Lu Yao has always had this scene in his lucid dreams with a smile on his face.

In his dream, he held the hand of the driver of Lu's family, and shivered into the back seat.But he wasn't the only one in the back seat. Such a spacious compartment was bigger than his home. He didn't dare to move, didn't know how to breathe, and didn't even dare to blink. He stared at his fingers in a daze.The cool air in the carriage enveloped his sunburned red skin. He had never been in a car before, and dizziness was the inevitable result.

So he panted eagerly, and the stench caused by his trembling gradually dissipated. The man sitting in the co-pilot looked at him in surprise, covered his mouth and nose and cursed: "Hey, how long has it been since you took a shower?"

He thought about it, and then said: "Two weeks..."

As soon as the words fell, something fell over, and Lu Yao was hit on the forehead, blood was left from the scratched forehead, he looked up in a daze, and found that it was his shoe.

He took it off on purpose before getting in the car, he was afraid of soiling the clean compartment.The dirty shoes have been with him for many days, and they are the last evidence of his past after he abandoned poverty.

It was smashed down on the head and face, and his face was smashed together.

He was a little sad, but most of all he was happy.He saw the blood on his forehead stained his eye sockets, and the pain also spread. This was not a dream.

This is reality.So he laughed again.

There was another person in the car besides the driver man, Lu Yao didn't dare to look up at him, he deliberately concealed his breathing until a hand was stretched out towards him.

Very white hands, but also very beautiful, the veins are hidden underneath, faintly visible, Lu Yao lowered his head to look at his hands, and silently compared them in his heart.

Dirty, the fingernails were stuffed with mud, and they were as dry as dried fish after exposure to the sun, and the palms of the khaki-yellow hands were covered with tiny wounds.

That white tender hand was covering his, and the two colors suddenly overlapped. Lu Yao looked up almost in shock, and saw that man was also looking at him.

He has a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes, and his face is immature, but already mature. He pursed his lower lip, as if he was more nervous than him. Lu Yao heard him say, "Is it cold?"

The voice was between a teenager and a young man, so Lu Yao speculated that his age was not much older than him, and there was even a little trill in his tone of voice.

Received no answer, Lu Yao saw him take out a blanket from behind, not sure what material it was made of, it miraculously made him feel peaceful when it was covered on Lu Yao.

He finally stopped trembling, and let go of the lower lip he had been biting. His lips were too thin, and when he pursed them, only his upper lip was dry. He was a little shy: "Thank you."

The voice was inaudible, but Lu Yao knew he heard it, because he saw the corners of the man's lips curled up slightly, and the concern in his eyes was similar to that of his mother.

He compared the similarities between the two, who were equally good-looking, cared about him equally, and were equally miserable.

It was only later that Lu Yao found out that the person who sat with him in the back seat of the car that day was not a servant, that person was well dressed, had the most honorable status and identity, but worked the cheapest job.

How can there be any reason for a legitimate son to live under an illegitimate son?

Later, Lu Yao lay on the velvet and satin, and often thought that he had just finished a meal and was very full, which made his stomach uncomfortable, but he had to eat again. He compared his stomach to a a hamster.He was afraid that after waking up from this dream, the delicacies and silks would disappear together, so when he was awake, he would always satisfy his needs in stages.

But he ate too much, his stomach was so distended, he couldn't sleep, he could only be in a daze, let his thoughts go to think, think about the complex interpersonal relationship of the Lu family, think about his future life, think about it and see his mother at the same time He waved, his hands still so warm.

Since she left, the pronoun of tenderness has become continuous meaning.

One after another, he thought, this name sounds nice, but it is unlucky.The word "continuation" in it, whose wish is the continuation?

After Lu Yao moved in, he had his own name. His physical father flipped through the dictionary with one hand, stopped at a page at random, and said, "Let's call him Lu Yao."

The man who brought him back that day smiled brightly, hugged his arm, and said with a smile: "Hey, the name Lu Yao is good, Lu Yao knows horsepower, little one, why don't you hurry up and thank you for the name our dad gave you?"

The man lived with him under the roof, pinching his arm to make him thank you.

Lu Yao was pinched, so he said, "Thank you, Dad."

He spoke in a low voice, but no one cares about him now.Their eyes moved to behind him, and a young man walked in from behind him.

He was probably a young man, even though he still looked like a youth, Lu Yao felt the pain from the man pinching him more and more, and he expected that there must be a lot of green under his clothes.

Lu Yao also turned his head and met those cold eyes.The owner of the gaze barely skipped him and looked forward.

"My mother is not in good health recently," he said, "I want to take her outside to rest for a while."

The middle-aged man sitting in the hall smiled: "No."

Lu Yao saw that his nominal second brother was silent for a while, but his hands hanging on both sides were clenched into fists.

For a moment, he felt that they were the same kind of people.So poor and helpless.

Lu Yao watched him stand in the hall for a long time. When he left, the sunset had covered the ground. He walked out of the door step by step. After the door was closed, the man who had been standing by watching the show smiled and said, "What kind of woman is there?" Son of something."

Lu Yao saw his nominal father chuckled, but stopped talking.Lu Yao took advantage of the gap and ran out of the room.

The Lu family is not big, but it is exquisite. There are many flowers in the courtyard, and a pavilion was built with a lot of money.Continuing to focus on that pavilion.

Lu Yao deliberately slowed down his walking. He was young and had suffered from malnutrition for so many years, so the sound of his footsteps falling on the ground was almost as low as that of a cat.He tiptoed towards the boy, and as he approached the pavilion, he heard a cat meowing.

Meowing cats is not uncommon. Lu Yao used to lack everything in the slums, but there was no shortage of cats. Cats are so common that they can be found everywhere.White, green, gray and orange, he has seen them all.

He wondered why the Lu family looked so prominent, how could there be wild cats, but he suddenly stood up from the stool in the next second.

The movement was so great that the cat meowed only a few times, and then there was no more movement.

The joy was clearly visible on the boy's face. After he bent down and meowed a few times like a cat, he didn't get the slightest response.

The short-lived joy dissipated, and he returned to his previous indifference. Lu Yao tiptoed up to the pavilion and sat gently beside him.

He wanted to sit next to him, and thought of his embarrassing status now, so he sat far away wisely, feeling sad one after another, when he heard a childlike voice from behind him: "Brother, do you like cats?"

He said, "I can help you catch it."

Lu Yao didn't lie, he did catch a lot of cats. There were so many cats in the slums that they robbed people for food, and the industry of catching cats was born. Several families that were seriously affected by the disaster hired him to clean them up, and he took them with him. The sack went to find the cat, and walked back and forth along the road imitating the meow of a cat.

He caught the cats and threw them in a sack at the gate of the city. The gate is a good place. People on the other side of the gate don’t want to come, and those on the other side of the gate can’t get out. He threw all the cats out like koi carp, thinking It turned out to be a wonderful fantasy.

Will the cat get used to living in the city?Will you tell him in a dream how to live a life full of food and drink?Wandering is part of a cat's life, right?Will you stop when you meet someone you want to follow in such wandering days?

He doesn't know these things, cats are different from him, cats are independent, and he has to find someone to rely on wherever he goes.Even so, he never forgot the art of catching cats.

Lu Yao saw the surprise in the eyes of the person in front of him. His eyes are so beautiful, even more beautiful than his mother's black onyx eyes. Bright, his mother didn't.

Lu Yao liked his eyes very much, and approached him unconsciously. He washed very clean today, so clean that he was completely reborn.Before coming, he was still struggling with whether it was appropriate to appear in front of him with his current identity, but now there is only attachment left.

He was afraid that he would not believe it, so he said again: "I am very fast, trust me!"

Looking at him successively, hesitantly said: "Have you seen what it looks like?"

Lu Yao patted his chest: "It's white!"

It was a pure white long-haired cat with green eyes, very beautiful, as emerald green as the earth full of spring.

It's a pity that it died in the end, and it was buried with Lu Yao's own hands. At that time, Li Yi's status was turned upside down, and his unfavored young son became the heir of the group. Even though all this should belong to him, the news media still went crazy Coming from every corner, the microphones of the interview reached the lips of one after another, and they urgently needed an explosion point.

The news that is enough to arouse the interest of the masses, in addition to celebrity gossip, is only rich and powerful.

Laughing in cooperation one after another, Lu Yuanyuan followed behind him, keeping a distance.

Lu Yao saw his lips colliding up and down, and his smiling eyes turned out to be like that. After the sharpness faded, they became gentle. Lu Yao was in a daze, thinking about how to plan his life in the future. He has also reached the age for going to school. Being able to share one percent with him is enough for him to live a healthy and happy life.

He was thinking like this, and saw Li Yiyi walking towards him, with the reporters clinging to him behind him, Lu Yao saw the smile in his eyes, as small as stars in the sky, "This is my illegitimate child."

He solemnly introduced to the media behind him.

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The author has something to say:

Introduce the plot of the boss, and return to the main story in the next chapter

The slums are private establishments with no real meaning, not brothers