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

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At [-] o'clock in the evening, in the tea room of Yanlan Garden:

Lu Zheqian and Cheng Yongbin were sitting side by side on the sofa. Lu Zheqian looked at Cheng Yongbin's gray hair from the side, and felt uncomfortable, and said, "Grandpa, you have more white hair on your head."

Cheng Yongbin smiled wearily, and said, "It's okay. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature, and it's the same when people get old." After speaking, Cheng Yongbin raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder again.

"Grandpa, don't worry, I've been doing well in my studies."

Cheng Yongbin smiled gratifiedly, and asked again: "By the way, what about the tutor from before? Is he still teaching you now?"

He nodded, and Cheng Yongbin said again: "That's good, you have to listen to that little teacher carefully, you have grown up so much, you can't be as naughty as you were when you were young, you know?"

He curled his lips in dissatisfaction and said, "Grandpa, I stopped being naughty a long time ago."

Hearing his childish words, Cheng Yongbin couldn't help but smiled, but he couldn't help feeling a little sad after laughing.

But Cheng Yongbin didn't want him to see his emotions, so he said again: "By the way, that little teacher didn't bring you to see me after that, did Lu Kunyong find out?"

He froze for a moment, then nodded.

Cheng Yongbin said guiltily: "I guessed that Lu Kunyong would definitely find out. I should have reminded you not to let him bring you here again. But, I can't worry about you. Alas, we are still troublesome. But, He should be fine, right?"

He frowned calmly and said, "don't worry, grandpa, he's fine."

Only then did Cheng Yongbin nod his head reassuringly, and said: "Then you should thank him well and listen to him..."

Before Cheng Yongbin finished speaking, the door of the tea room was pushed open, and several staff members walked in quickly, and "helped" Cheng Yongbin away without any explanation.

"Master," Butler Song appeared at the door, "It's time to go back to school."

He clenched his fist helplessly, then got up and left.

The years are long, and the time has reached the first weekend of December without knowing it.

On Saturday morning, in the study room on the second floor of Lu’s house:

Ye Xiyu came to the desk as usual and stood still, then quietly looked at the young man who was writing hard - he had an exam last week, so he couldn't come to Lu's house, and his internship was over, roughly After all, he hadn't seen Lu Zheqian for a week.

At this time, the morning sun fell on the boy's blue and white winter school uniform. This scene was just like when he first saw the boy. It was so beautiful that he was almost lost in the corner of time.

"What's the matter?" Lu Zheqian suddenly raised his eyes, looking at him in a daze and asked.

He was taken aback for a moment, then smiled at Lu Zheqian and said, "It's nothing."

After speaking, he came to the desk and sat down, then took out the professional textbook and read it carefully.

Lu Zheqian glanced at his thin bangs, then lowered his head and started to do the exercises seriously.

The day passed quietly between their eyebrows. When he returned, he said goodbye to Lu Zheqian as usual, and then walked back quietly under the afterglow of the setting sun.

He originally thought that after going through so many things, Lu Zheqian's attitude towards him would become more and more indifferent, and he might even hate him.However, he didn't expect that Lu Zheqian would take the initiative to talk to him today. Although there were only three short words, he was already very satisfied.

Although he didn't know why Lu Zheqian's attitude towards him was so strange and changeable, but as long as Lu Zheqian didn't hate and reject him, then his heart would be much more peaceful.

The next morning, outside the gate of Lu's courtyard:

Ye Xiyu came to Lu's house in Ye Mingchao's car this morning, so she arrived about 10 minutes earlier than usual.He was worried that he would disturb the Lu family if he came too early, so he stood outside the door for a while before ringing the doorbell.

"Hello," came the voice from the doorbell's horn, but it wasn't Butler Song's voice, but it sounded familiar, "Ms. Ye, please wait a moment."

After a while, a tall man came out and opened the door for him. He looked at the person in a daze, and then confirmed, "You are...Brother Feng?" If he remembered correctly, this man was one of Lu Zheqian's bodyguards.

Feng Bin nodded and said, "Ms. Ye, it's me. I'm the intern butler of the Lu family. Sorry, the remote control of the gate is broken, so I kept you waiting for so long."

Although he was a little puzzled as to why Feng Bin suddenly became a trainee housekeeper, it was inconvenient for him to ask further questions, so he just nodded slightly and said, "It's okay, thank you." After finishing speaking, he entered the room.

He quickly came to the study on the second floor, and walked quietly to the desk. To his surprise, Lu Zheqian was not in the study at this time.

A trace of disappointment flashed through his heart, then he put his schoolbag on the seat where he was sitting, and walked to the window to have a look.

Then, he naturally came to the seat where Lu Zheqian was sitting, and saw a draft book on Lu Zheqian's desk, with lines of calculation formulas neatly written on it, and a white booklet under the draft book. The booklet looks like an open picture book.

He remembered that he seemed to have seen this album before—at this moment, when he saw the album again, the curiosity in his heart rose again.

He struggled a lot in his heart, and finally, driven by curiosity, he picked up the draft pad with some trepidation—only gray and black lines sketched a seemingly messy figure of himself on the pale drawing paper. The incomparably familiar silhouette.

He stared at the portrait on the drawing paper for a long time before he realized - isn't he the one drawn on the paper? !

Realizing that it was him that Lu Zheqian drew, his heart trembled suddenly, and then jumped nervously.He put the draft book on the table, then picked up the drawing book in disbelief, and stroked the portrait on it with shaking hands.

He thought to himself, why did Lu Zheqian paint him?Is it a coincidence or something else?Thinking of this, he shook his hands and turned to another page of the album, only to see that it was still him.He took a deep breath nervously, and then turned to another page, only to see that it was still him...

At this moment, he really had mixed feelings in his heart, and his nose was sore for a while—could it be that the person he liked also happened to like him?

Thinking of this, he was both happy and sad, and for a moment, the taste of ups and downs switched back and forth quickly in his heart.

He stopped flipping through the album, because he was worried that if he read it any further, he would lose control of his emotions.He stared blankly at the page in front of him, only to see that it painted his side face lying on the grass - he immediately remembered the picture of him and Lu Zheqian watching the sunset together on the school grass...

"Ms. Ye." He was engrossed in his thoughts, but Lu Zheqian's voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. He was startled immediately, and then raised his head to look at Lu Zheqian who appeared in the study at some time.

"Little Zhe..." He called Lu Zheqian's name with complicated emotions, and then looked at Lu Zheqian with mixed feelings, not knowing what to say for a while.

Lu Zheqian looked at the album in his hand and frowned, then asked nervously, "Did you see it?"

He was taken aback for a moment, then nodded lightly, and said with complicated emotions: "Yes, I saw it...but, I didn't mean to..."

"What did you see?" Lu Zheqian interrupted him, then walked towards him, stood a step away from him, and looked seriously into his eyes—there seemed to be a hint of something in those eyes that made him Throbbing affectionate.

Facing Lu Zheqian like this, his heart was pounding again. He hurriedly avoided Lu Zheqian's gaze, then looked at the album in his hand, and said falteringly: "I...I..."

Seeing his dodging gaze, Lu Zheqian frowned displeasedly, then took the picture album from his hand, looked at the opened page of portraits, and said seriously: "The pictures here are all drawn by me. "

His heart trembled slightly with Lu Zheqian's voice. At this moment, he was in a mess and really didn't know what to say.

Lu Zheqian looked at him and asked again: "Ms. Ye, can you tell me what you saw?"

He looked up at Lu Zheqian, then quickly lowered his eyes to look at the table, and said, "I... I saw your painting..."

Lu Zheqian asked again: "Then do you know who I painted?"

He looked at the album in Lu Zheqian's hands with complicated eyes, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Lu Zheqian frowned, then actually raised his chin, looked at him affectionately, and said, "Miss Ye, do you know? I draw people I like."

Hearing this, he opened his eyes wide in surprise, and his breathing seemed to stop at that moment.He just let Lu Zheqian pinch his chin like that, and then stared at Lu Zheqian blankly, letting his mood fluctuate with his thoughts in the sea of ​​clouds.

Lu Zheqian moved a little closer to his face, looked at his complicated eyes seriously, as if he saw the world of mortals, the glitz and chaos.

Lu Zheqian couldn't help but frowned distressedly, then quickly thought about it in his heart, and finally said softly: "Ms. Ye, the person I drew is you, and you are the person I like."

Lu Zheqian originally didn't intend to confess his love at this time, but now that he has seen the paintings in the album, Lu Zheqian doesn't want to hide it anymore.

Hearing Lu Zheqian's resolute words, his heart became nervous again, like a lost deer, running wildly on the irregular rice fields.

His breathing was also chaotic and irregular in the shock. He didn't know how to respond to Lu Zheqian for a while, so he could only stare at Lu Zheqian in shock.

Seeing the shock in his pupils, Lu Zheqian frowned again, looking at him with deep eyes that seemed to be dazed, which made him both scared and fascinated.

Lu Zheqian put down the picture album in his hand, and then clasped his waist with one hand, and he suddenly trembled from nervousness.

He only heard Lu Zheqian whispering in his ear, asking bewitchingly, "Mr. Ye, do you like me too?"

Hearing this, he was startled again, his dazed consciousness returned a little, and then he shook his head against his will.

Lu Zheqian frowned, looked into his eyes, and asked a little sadly: "Could it be that you already have someone you like? Who is that person? Could it be the girl who ate with you in the cafeteria before?"

At this time, his wandering consciousness had completely returned, and he quickly shook his head in denial: "No! She's not someone I like! She's just my colleague!"

Hearing this, a gleam of brilliance flashed across Lu Zheqian's deep eyes, then looked at him deeply, and asked again: "Then you like me, don't you?"

Hearing this, thousands of thoughts were churning in his heart again. He suppressed the deep feeling in his heart, looked at Lu Zheqian with complicated eyes, and then struggled hard in his heart.

In the end, his rationality still prevailed over his sensibility at this moment - he pushed Lu Zheqian away and took a step back, and said softly, "I...I still have something to do, I'm leaving first."

After speaking, he left the study in a panic.Lu Zheqian turned his head to look at his fleeing back and frowned, then sat down at the desk, opened the latest page of the album, picked up a brush and carefully sketched it.

The seemingly messy lines are just like the annual ring lines on the time axis, circle by circle, year by year, year by year, confining their youth within the radius of fleeting years.