The conservative man who wears the past through the present is crooked

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The third floor of Lu's house:

After Lu Zheqian returned to the bedroom, he took out the medicine pack for bathing, only then did he realize that the medicine had to be soaked in hot water for 15 minutes before it could be used.For some reason, he suddenly felt uneasy about letting Ye Xiyu wait for him on the second floor for so long, so he put down the medicine bag and walked to the second floor.

When he came to the corner of the stairs, he caught a glimpse of a gray figure entering the study, followed by the sound of the door closing.He frowned, but still quietly came to the door of the study, and stood there quietly.

In the study:

Ye Xiyu saw Lu Kunyong wearing a gray robe and leaning on a cane, standing on the other side of the bookshelf aisle, looking at him without saying a word.

"Old... old sir, good afternoon." He greeted a little nervously.

After a while, he saw Lu Kunyong nod his head, and then he staggered towards this side leaning on a cane, and asked, "Xiaoye, do you still remember those things we said that day in the study on the first floor?" talk?"

While speaking, Lu Kunyong had already come to the desk, standing there tremblingly like a flickering candle, with tears in his eyes, looking at him pleadingly.

Seeing Lu Kunyong's appearance, his heart trembled suddenly, his nose was sore, he nodded quickly, and said sincerely: "Mr., don't worry, I will always remember what we said that day. In the heart."

Lu Kunyong smiled and nodded in relief, and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay, okay, that's good." After speaking, Lu Kunyong turned around again leaning on his crutches, and left the study slowly.

Looking at the swaying figure, he felt mixed emotions in his heart, and then he sat down weakly on the chair.He turned his face, looked at the afternoon sun outside through the gauze curtain, and sighed softly.

When Lu Kunyong opened the door of the study, he glanced at the corner of the stairs on the third floor as if inadvertently, and then quickened his pace back to the study on the first floor.

Soon, Steward Song came in with a bowl of medicinal soup, "Master, your medicine." Steward Song put the medicine on the desk, and said, "Master, the surveillance in the study on the second floor..."

Lu Kunyong looked at the bowl of medicine and said, "Follow his wishes and remove all the monitoring." After speaking, he picked up the bowl of medicine and drank it.

Steward Song glanced at him in surprise, then nodded, "Okay."

After he finished drinking the medicine, he put the bowl back on the table, and said, "Find someone reliable to check the specific situation of this Ye Xiyu."

Steward Song picked up the bowl and replied, "Okay, do you have any other orders, Master?"

He sighed, walked to the window, opened the curtains, and the afternoon sunlight floated in like flying feathers, covering the ground with mottled spots.

Looking at the garden outside the window, he half-closed his eyes and said, "The three of us live in this huge courtyard, so it's a bit deserted. Tell me, do you want to invite a few more people back?"

Steward Song didn't answer, because he knew he had no right to decide this matter.Lu Kunyong continued: "You can find a more reliable aunt, a gardener, and two bodyguards to come back."

"Okay." After finishing speaking, Steward Song left quietly, and Lu Kunyong returned to the desk, picked up the photo frame, and looked at the person in the photo with a bit of pain.

Study room on the second floor:

Ye Xiyu was still sitting in front of the desk, and there was a translated version of "One Hundred Years of Solitude" on the desk - he took it down randomly from the bookshelf.

He originally wanted to calm himself down by reading, but for some reason, he, who usually loves reading, couldn't read a single word at this moment. He just stared blankly at the rows of square characters, recalling in his mind What Lu Kunyong said to him.

"Do you like this book?"

Lu Zheqian's voice sounded behind him again without warning. He was startled, but he quickly concealed his inner panic, looked up at Lu Zheqian, smiled as naturally as possible, and said, "Well , I've seen it before. Are you... are you going to take medicine?"

Lu Zheqian shook his head, sat down on the chair next to him, put the ointment in his hand on the table, and said to him, "Apply the medicine first, and take the medicine for internal use after dinner."

After finishing speaking, Lu Zheqian looked straight at him, and there seemed to be some anticipation hidden in his eyes.Lu Zheqian saw his face burning hot, but he immediately remembered what Lu Kunyong said, so he hurriedly let himself put those messy feelings behind him, smiled calmly at Lu Zheqian again, and asked: " Why are you looking at me like that?"

Lu Zheqian frowned, glanced at the ointment on the table, and then looked at him again, there seemed to be a trace of grievance in his eyes.

He looked at the ointment for no reason, and then looked at Lu Zheqian's red lips. He suddenly understood, and asked, "Do you need my help to apply the ointment?"

Lu Zheqian nodded lightly, and the trace of grievance in his eyes disappeared—for some reason, he actually felt that Lu Zheqian was a bit childish, but he didn't reject it, he just smiled helplessly, then picked up the ointment, He began to carefully help Lu Zheqian apply the medicine.

The ointment was applied quickly, and he closed the lid and asked, "Put it back in the medicine box?"

Lu Zheqian shook his head, took the ointment in his hand, got up, walked across the desk and sat down, took out an exercise book from the pile of books in the upper left corner of the desk, and said to him: "I can do my homework, you accompany me."

He looked at Lu Zheqian in surprise, but Lu Zheqian had already buried his head and started to read the questions. He didn't answer Lu Zheqian, and Lu Zheqian didn't seem to need his answer. He just wrote and drew on the draft paper seriously.He turned his gaze back to the "One Hundred Years of Solitude", and seemed to read it seriously.

Time passed minute by minute in this weird atmosphere. After an unknown amount of time, he moved his numb neck and looked out of the window sideways, only to realize that the light outside had dimmed. The sun seemed to be It's gone downhill.

He quickly took out his mobile phone to have a look, only to find that it was already [-]:[-] in the evening. He looked up at Lu Zheqian, and found that Lu Zheqian was still writing the question seriously.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally said softly: "Xiao Zhe, it's getting late, I have to go back."

Lu Zheqian stopped writing, raised his head to look at him, and said after a while: "Let's add a WeChat account." After speaking, Lu Zheqian took out his mobile phone, clicked on the WeChat QR code, and put the mobile phone on the table ,"Add me."

He froze for a moment, then nodded, took out his phone and opened WeChat, and added Lu Zheqian to his friend list with a little clumsy movement.

He smiled at Lu Zheqian, then stood up, put his schoolbag behind his back, and said, "Then...Xiao Zhe, I'm going back."

"Well, remember to go get the finished product together the day after tomorrow." Lu Zheqian looked at him with deep eyes and reminded him seriously.

He nodded, and then left without hesitation - he was worried that if he stayed any longer, he would be swallowed by Lu Zheqian's scorching gaze.

After he left, Lu Zheqian habitually came to the floor-to-ceiling windows——

After a while, he came to the gate of the yard. To Lu Zheqian's surprise, Butler Song actually stopped him and said something to him. He froze for a moment, then nodded, said goodbye to Butler Song and said left.

Lu Zheqian frowned, then went back to the desk and picked up the phone, opened WeChat involuntarily, staring at his WeChat profile picture in a daze——

It was the cover of a book, the background color was blue-gray, with a few orange-red maple leaves dotted on it, other than that, there was nothing else, it looked very monotonous, but somehow it made people feel peaceful.

And his WeChat nickname is his real name—Ye Xiyu, Lu Zheqian stared at his name for a moment, then clicked into his circle of friends——

What Lu Zheqian saw was the magnified cover portrait, followed by a dotted line, and a line of words written underneath - friends only show the circle of friends in the last half year.

Lu Zheqian looked at the dotted line and frowned, then withdrew from Moments and sent him a WeChat—let me know when he gets home.

Just as Lu Zheqian finished sending the message, Steward Song's voice came from the door of the study——

"Master, do you still want to go to Yan Lan Garden?"

"No, let's talk about it when I get better." Lu Zheqian didn't want his grandfather to know that he was allergic to eggs.

"Okay." After speaking, Butler Song left.

He sat down, took out another sketchbook from the pile of books, picked up a pencil and drew something carefully on the plain white drawing paper.

It was past seven o'clock when Ye Xiyu got home, and it was almost ten o'clock by the time he finished his dinner, finished his meal, and took a shower.

He went back to his room and took out his mobile phone to take a look, and found that a friend named "Zongheng Qianmo" had sent him a WeChat message.

He stared at that WeChat for a few seconds, and then belatedly remembered that it seemed to be Lu Zheqian's WeChat—he was very nervous when adding WeChat, so he didn't pay attention to what Lu Zheqian's WeChat profile picture and nickname were.

He quickly replied to Lu Zheqian—Xiao Zhe, I'm really sorry, I just saw your message now, don't worry, I'm back home.It's late now, good night.

After sending this message, he exited the chat interface. He looked at Lu Zheqian's profile picture on WeChat, and went in with a little curiosity, only to find that Lu Zheqian's profile picture was a painting, in which was an orange cat , a little lazily lying on the grass basking in the sun.

He looked at the cute cat, couldn't help laughing, and then couldn't help looking into Lu Zheqian's circle of friends - the cover was still the orange cat in the painting, but the cat was taking a leisurely walk, and there was only one Moments, no text, only three paintings, the painting is still the orange cat...

At this time, the mobile phone in his hand vibrated suddenly, and his hand also shook.He took a closer look, and it was Lu Zheqian who made a voice call to him.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally pressed the answer button, then put the phone to his ear, and called softly, "Xiao Zhe?"

For some reason, Lu Zheqian didn't respond to him, but he could hear Lu Zheqian's breathing. He frowned and asked worriedly, "Little Zhe? What's wrong with you? Is there something wrong?"

After a while, Lu Zheqian replied: "No." The young man's deep and hoarse voice rang close to his ears through the phone. Although there was only one word, for some reason, he felt that his ears were crisp of.

He adjusted his thoughts, found a topic and asked: "Then...you, have you taken your medicine? And ointment, have you put it on?"

"Yes." Lu Zheqian answered him simply.

"It's so late, why don't you go to bed?" For some reason, that strange feeling began to spread in his heart again, and he wanted to end this call quickly, so as not to be trapped by those messy emotions again.

After a while, Lu Zheqian replied: "Sleep, good night." After speaking, Lu Zheqian hung up the phone without waiting for him to answer.

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then immediately turned off the phone, turned off the lights, wrapped himself in the quilt, and forced himself to fall asleep quickly.

Lu family:

In the dark, Lu Zheqian sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, threw his phone aside, frowned and stared at the starry sky outside the window, lost in thought——

For some reason, when Ye Xiyu's clear voice rang in his ears through the mobile phone, a certain string in his heart was plucked again.

The stringed sound echoed in the empty night, making him confused for a moment, he forgot to say what he wanted to say, and only said a few words.

The dimly twinkling starry sky is like a net, criss-crossed with dim stars, messing up the young man's mind and disturbing the peace of the years.

[The author has something to say: Hello everyone, cuties~ Let me tell you here, I will generally update the article between 2100-2300 in the future, at least three times a week, but daily updates are not guaranteed, you can watch it on weekends oh~

Then the last chapter, which is the fourteenth chapter, I changed the title to "Who is right and who is wrong" (obsessive-compulsive disorder, four words are required...)

There are still some content that have been deleted, but they have not passed the review, but these do not affect the development of the plot, and the cuties who have already seen it do not need to look back~

Finally, I wish you all a happy day and happy reading. O(∩_∩)O]