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

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The time of the winter moon is flowing with the wind, and the fleeting years are slowly drifting away, and the time has reached the middle of December without knowing it.

Early on Saturday morning, in the corridor on the second floor of Lu's house:

Ye Xiyu stood outside the study door and hesitated for a moment, and finally sorted out his thoughts quickly, put on a smile and walked into the study.

When he came to the desk, Lu Zheqian was buried in the book, and he couldn't help but take a deep look at the person he liked—but only for a moment, he hid his affection, and then said softly: "Xiao Zhe Good morning." With that said, he sat down at the desk.

Lu Zheqian gave an "um" without raising his head, and then continued to read.His heart couldn't help feeling lost again, but he knew very well that he couldn't express his inner emotions.He should adapt to this situation as soon as possible, and let the heartache heal slowly in the long river of time.

He sighed inwardly, then took out his laptop from his backpack, turned it on, unlocked the screen, and clicked on the document to continue writing his graduation thesis.

December has come to an end in this slowly flowing time. For the past two weekends, Lu Zheqian has been studying very seriously—except for asking him a few questions about ancient prose, Lu Zheqian has not talked to him We talked about other things, and never mentioned the matter of "like" to him.

Although there was a trace of unspeakable bitterness in his heart, he was more relieved because he knew that this was the normal track of the development of the matter.

The winter time seems cold and slow, but the years are unforgiving after all, and the winter vacation comes quietly with this seemingly slow time.

A few days before the Spring Festival, Lu Kunyong finally learned of Lu Zheqian's entrance examination result: No.8 in the province.Lu Kunyong was so happy that he could not close his mouth from ear to ear. He not only made an exception for Lu Zheqian and Cheng Yongbin to meet, but also said that he could let Lu Zheqian go outside for a few days before the year.

Unexpectedly, Lu Zheqian actually proposed to go back to Heling Village for the New Year.How could Lu Kunyong agree?However, Lu Zheqian "struggled with reason", and Lu Kunyong reluctantly agreed to his request in order not to affect his emotions.

That night, the Ye family:

Ye Xiyu was reading a book in the bedroom when his mobile phone on the table rang suddenly. He took a closer look and found that it was a voice call from Lu Zheqian. He hesitated for a moment before pressing the answer button——

"Accompany me back to Heling Village for a new year, okay?" As soon as the call was connected, he heard Lu Zheqian's voice hoarsely begging.

He was shocked for a moment, not knowing what to say.Lu Zheqian, who didn't hear his answer, said again: "Go back on the morning of New Year's Eve, and come back on the first day of the new year, okay?" Lu Zheqian's tone was a little more pleading.

He immediately softened—it's just that the Chinese New Year is a very important day. Over the years, neither the original owner nor he has ever separated from Ye Mingchao during the Chinese New Year, and Ye Mingchao will definitely not easily agree to him and Lu Zheqian I went to Heling to celebrate the New Year.

So, soft-hearted, he still said: "Xiao Zhe, I can't decide this matter. I have to discuss it with my father. After I have asked my father's opinion, I will reply to you, okay?"

Lu Zheqian was silent for a long time before saying "OK" in a hoarse voice, and then hung up the phone.

He sighed softly, and then pondered in his heart how to tell Ye Mingchao about this matter.Just as he was thinking, there was a knock on the door, followed by Ye Mingchao's voice——

"Son, Mr. Lu is here. He has something to talk to you in person. Come out."

Hearing this, his heart suddenly "thumped", but Ye Mingchao urged again: "Son, why don't you open the door? Are you asleep? Son?"

He stood up from the chair in a little panic, and then walked a few steps back and forth in front of the window to sort out his flustered state of mind and calm himself down quickly.

After a while, he took a deep breath, walked over and opened the door, and saw Ye Mingchao raised his hand, as if he was about to knock on the door again, he quickly smiled and said, "Father, I'm sorry, I almost fell asleep just now .”

Ye Mingchao smiled and said, "I'll just say, why haven't you opened the door for so long. Well, let's not talk nonsense, the old man is waiting for you in the study, you hurry over."

As he said that, Ye Mingchao patted him on the shoulder, and he asked doubtfully, "Father, when did the old man come here?"

"I've been here for a long time, why are you asking so many questions? Hurry up, I'll go outside to smoke a cigarette." After speaking, Ye Mingchao walked towards the gate.

He frowned watching Ye Mingchao's leaving back, and then walked towards the study.He quickly walked to the door of the study, and saw Lu Kunyong standing in front of the piano with his back to him.

He took another deep breath quietly, then knocked on the door, and said softly, "Old man, are you looking for me?"

Lu Kunyong gave an "um" and said, "Come in."

He hesitated for a moment, but he walked into the study anyway, then stood a few steps away from Lu Kunyong, and said cautiously: "Mr...."

"Xiaoye," Lu Kunyong interrupted him, "I won't beat around the bush. Zheqian said he was going back to Heling Village for the New Year, and he wanted to go back with you."

He didn't expect Lu Kunyong to come to him for this matter, he was surprised in his heart, and then said: "Mr...."

"Zheqian is my grandson," Lu Kunyong interrupted him and continued, "plus his father's matter, I know what it means. Xiaoye, do you know what I'm talking about?"

Hearing Lu Kunyong mention Lu Zheqian's father, his heart suddenly became uneasy, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

However, Lu Kunyong didn't seem to want him to answer. He sighed softly and said, "Although I'm old, I'm not blind. Even if I guess, I can guess that he already likes you."

Hearing this, he suddenly became flustered again, and said nervously: "Mr., Xiao Zhe..."

"You don't need to say more, I'm his grandfather, and I know his temper very well. I should have thought of it a long time ago, if it wasn't for his liking, he would take you to Heling?"

Speaking of this, Lu Kunyong suddenly turned around and looked at him sharply.He was scared and took a step back. Lu Kunyong frowned and asked, "What about you? Xiaoye, are you also attracted to him?"

He looked at Lu Kunyong in panic, then quickly avoided Lu Kunyong's gaze, shook his head and said, "Mister, I..."

Lu Kunyong suddenly sighed deeply, and said helplessly: "Forget it, if you don't tell me, I will know. But, Xiaoye," when he said this, Lu Kunyong looked at him sharper than before, "I don't care what you like If you don't like him, I hope you can remember what you promised me."

Hearing this, he felt mixed feelings in his heart, but more of it was unspeakable bitterness.He nodded to Lu Kunyong, and solemnly said again: "Old man, don't worry, I will fulfill my promise."

Lu Kunyong nodded, seeing his gaze was a little less sharp, and then said a little tiredly: "This time when you go back to Heling Village, you can go back with him, the college entrance examination is going to be in a few months, so that he won't make trouble again Temper affects learning.

I don't want to restrain him too much now, so I hope you can pay attention and go back when you go back, but don't act out of line, do you know what I mean? "

He nodded seriously, and said, "Old man, don't worry, I know what to do."

Lu Kunyong nodded, then took a few steps closer to him, and said, "As for your father, don't worry, I didn't tell him these things. I just told him, just to trouble you to go with Zheqian He also agreed to take a trip to Heling Village to relax."

Only then did he secretly breathe a sigh of relief, gratefully said: "Thank you, old sir."

Lu Kunyong smiled hehe, and then said earnestly: "Xiaoye, it's me who should say thank you. Alas, I have already lost my only son, I don't want it, I don't even have my only grandson So, Xiaoye, I am very grateful that you can cooperate with me, thank you."

After finishing speaking, Lu Kunyong leaned on a cane and walked out of the study door, and said to Butler Song who was standing on the balcony: "Old Song, we are going back."

But he stood in the study in a daze, letting the bursts of bitterness spread in his heart, then raised his head, sniffed uncomfortablely, and let the pain flow back to his heart with tears.

At this time, there was a sound of talking outside, followed by the sound of closing the door, and then a sound of footsteps.He quickly sorted out his emotions, and then looked towards the door of the study——At this moment, Ye Mingchao just arrived at the door of the study.

"Father." As he spoke, he smiled at Ye Mingchao.

Ye Mingchao walked into the study, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "The old man told me just now that this Young Master Lu is indeed a bit strange, and he insists on asking you to accompany him outside to celebrate the New Year, but ah, The old man has helped us so much, so just take it easy, okay?"

He smiled at Ye Mingchao to conceal the bitterness in his heart, and then nodded lightly. Ye Mingchao said again: "It's getting late, go to bed quickly, and I'll go back to my room to sleep too." After speaking, Ye Mingchao left the study.

He calmed down in the study for a while before returning to the bedroom, then picked up his mobile phone and sent Lu Zheqian a WeChat message - Xiao Zhe, I have discussed it with my father, and he has agreed that you and I will go back to Heling Village for the New Year.

It seemed that Lu Zheqian had been waiting for his reply, so he replied quickly—OK, thank Uncle Ye for me.

He replied: Well, it's late, good night.

Lu Zheqian also replied to him—well, good night.

He sighed deeply, then put down his phone and turned off the lights, and sat down on the window sill——I saw that the various lights of the city dyed the night sky a gray blood red, like a blood-stained Although the wound no longer bleeds, it leaves a permanent scar on the blue sky; it seems to be the eyes of the night, looking coldly at the feasting and feasting of the earth, the worldly flies and dogs, and the deep love of the world of mortals.