Delay first love

"I don't need counseling."

After speaking for the third time, Lu Jincheng finally became impatient, frowned and looked at his mother Lu Yue, and said word by word: "I'm not sick."

Lu Yue looked helpless, "Mom knows. Mom just thinks that you are under a lot of pressure in your third year of high school. If you have some things that you can't communicate with me or your classmates, talk to a professional psychologist to relieve your pressure."

"I'm not stressed."

Lu Yue looked at the crumpled test papers in the trash can and sighed deeply.

Those are all test papers with low-level mistakes, maybe just a small mistake that deducted a point. Although the test paper is close to perfect, Lu Jincheng still regards them as a scourge, and can only tear them up and throw them into the trash full of resentment barrel, to ease his frustration.

"It's okay to make a mistake in calculation. Just remind yourself and pay attention next time. There are no people in this world who don't make mistakes."

"Be careful next time, always be careful next time." Lu Jincheng put down his pen and looked up at Lu Yue, "Can you really do it? For example, I have said countless times that when you enter the door, you have to knock on the door and stand by my desk Don’t move my water glass, don’t touch my collar, you always say pay attention next time, but you never correct it.”

Lu Yue was dumbfounded.

"Also, every time Aunt Wang cuts fruit and brings it up, I have told her many times to wipe the bottom of the plate clean and there should be no water, but she never listens, and every time she puts it directly in front of me, puts my The books and test papers are all wet."

"It's true that we have problems with the details, but—"

Lu Jincheng interrupted: "But you only think that I have a personality disorder, not only forcing myself but also forcing others. You think I'm sick, and I'm too lazy to argue."

"Sincerely, but your current state is really not good."

Lu Yue wanted to pat Lu Jincheng on the shoulder, but thinking of her son's serious obsession with cleanliness, he gave up and withdrew his hand in time, and changed the subject, "Didn't your uncle invite you to the Xinhui Art Exhibition? I'll call him now to pick him up." you."

Lu Jincheng is not interested in any art exhibition, but Lu Yue is right, he is not in good condition, he knows very well that he needs to go out to get some air.

Wangcheng in February is still filled with a chilling coldness. The withered branches add a chill to the black and white Chinese-style villas. The cold wind blows over the pond, and the surface of the pond is like faint ink, deep and sinking, and the koi has long since disappeared. Crowds of excitement, Lu Jincheng sees the scenery is not the scenery, and his heart is full of irritability that cannot be dispelled.

He put on his coat and went downstairs, and walked to the front yard. Aunt Wang was choosing vegetables in the kitchen. Aunt Yao, who was in charge of cleaning, came out of the storage room. When she saw that Lu Jincheng was about to go out, she came up and handed him a clean umbrella. He: "Sincerely, it's raining outside."

Yao Yan is the nanny who just arrived last year. She is 44 years old. She is honest and hardworking. She is very popular with Lu Yue.

"Thank you."

Lu Jin took the umbrella and went out, walked all the way through the path, walked to the eaves of the entrance door, and waited for his uncle's arrival.

He doesn't want to call, he's used to waiting.

He allowed himself to waste a moment.

Ten minutes later, Lu Zhou's car stopped in front of him, the window was down, and Lu Zhou, who was wearing sunglasses, looked at Lu Jincheng and smiled, "Master, are you so busy that you call me?"

Lu Jincheng got into the car silently, "It's not urgent."

Seeing the young master's gloomy expression, Lu Zhou changed his mind and said, "How about taking you to the game city? My friend opened it, and let you go in and have a good time."

Lu Jincheng shook his head: "No, just go to the art exhibition, didn't you say you wanted to cheer your girlfriend on?"

"How can a girlfriend be more important than a nephew?" Lu Zhou stretched out his hand and rubbed Lu Jincheng's head. Lu Jincheng dodged it, and Lu Zhou smiled and said, "My nephew is a fool in studying, how can this be good?"

"I didn't." Lu Jincheng's face turned pale.

Lu Zhou turned the steering wheel, looked at Lu Jincheng's face, and asked tentatively, "Did you quarrel with your mother?"

Lu Jincheng looked out of the car window and didn't answer.

"Actually, I don't agree with you seeing a psychiatrist. This thing treats the symptoms but not the root cause. I think there is only one way to solve your current state."

Lu Jincheng turned his head and waited seriously for Lu Zhou's next words. Lu Zhou raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, and said slowly, "Dating in love."

Lu Jincheng made a gesture to unbuckle his seat belt and was about to get out of the car. Lu Zhou hurriedly stopped him, adding fuel to the fire while laughing: "I'm eighteen, I'm an adult, we can talk, so handsome and have such a high pheromone level, school Are there many people chasing you?"

"Are you bored?"

Lu Zhou put his hand on Lu Jincheng's shoulder, "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore."

There was a lot of traffic on the weekend, so Lu Zhou took a shortcut to arrive at the art exhibition before three o'clock. His new girlfriend came out to welcome him. When he saw Lu Jincheng, he was slightly surprised, and secretly winked at Lu Zhou: "You are even more handsome than you!"

Lu Zhou didn't show any jealousy, on the contrary, he enjoyed it very much. He stretched out his hands to make a "nine", and said in a low voice, "Alpha, the level is really high."

The girlfriend raised her eyebrows, "So tall?"

Lu Zhou walked into the art exhibition with his arms around his girlfriend's waist.

The girlfriend couldn't help but look back at Lu Jincheng frequently, and asked in a puzzled voice, "Don't you think you have a mental problem?"

Lu Zhou pulled his girlfriend away, avoiding Lu Jincheng and said, "I'm talking about high pressure in the third year of high school, and some psychological problems. How did it become like this in your mouth?"

The girlfriend smiled: "My fault, my fault."

"Although my sister remarried, his stepfather treated him better than his own son." Lu Zhou looked at Lu Jincheng who was going further and further away, and sighed, "This child is still too demanding of himself."

Lu Jincheng walked to the center of the exhibition hall alone.

Although Lu Yue hangs around various exhibition halls or auctions all the year round, and there are many well-known artists at home and abroad in his social circle, Lu Jincheng has not inherited half of her talent for appreciation. He stood in front of an abstract painting for 10 minutes and looked at it. I don't understand how the few lines and circles in the painting show the author's capture of time and inner exploration.

After spending time with his girlfriend, Lu Zhou finally remembered his good nephew, and walked over with a smile, "If you like it, buy it?"

Lu Jincheng smelled the perfume on Lu Zhou's body, frowned, turned around and said, "Is it over? Go home when it's over."

"You really don't want to go to the video game city?"

Lu Jincheng shook his head.

The rain was getting heavier on the way home, Lu Zhou speeded up, and as soon as the car stopped, Lu Jincheng picked up the umbrella: "Are you here for dinner?"

"I have an appointment tonight, tell your mother, I'll come over at noon tomorrow."

Lu Jincheng pushed open the car door and opened the umbrella. He stepped onto the steps with his long legs, and Lu Zhou left quickly.

The eaves covered the rain, and Lu Jincheng felt the phone in his pocket vibrate twice. He took it out to check, and found that it was just a reminder to use ordinary phone charges. The original pace of going home was interrupted. He just stopped and looked back. Rainwater falls down the eaves like a natural screen.

The picture suddenly changed from virtual to real.

Not far away, a boy wearing a white down jacket and light blue jeans rushed over in the rain. The down jacket didn't seem to fit well, the size was too big, and a few fingers were barely exposed and clutched the cuffs.

The boy lowered his head, half of his face was covered by the collar, and there was a circle of white fluff on the hat of his down jacket, which was white and fluffy, and would dance with his running movements. Although his steps were urgent, he did not forget to carefully Avoiding puddles and stepping on unwet floor tiles as much as possible, the rain will be good at his feet, without splashing around or staining his trouser legs.

He is so clean.

This was Lu Jincheng's first impression of Zhong Ye.

The boy ran straight to the eaves of the gate, and was only two steps away from crashing into Lu Jincheng's arms. He stopped suddenly, looked up at Lu Jincheng, then quickly concealed his shock and panic, and stepped back. The voice is like a mosquito: "I'm sorry, it rained suddenly and I want to hide from the rain."

"It's ok."

Lu Jincheng coughed twice, forcing himself to look away.

The two stood silently for a long time. From the corner of his eyes, Lu Jincheng saw the boy poking his head into the door from time to time. He couldn't help but ask, "Who are you looking for?"

"I went to my mother, Yao Yan, who works as a nanny here, and she told me to come get things."

As soon as the words fell, Yao Yan came out with a plastic bag. When she saw Lu Jincheng, she was very surprised: "Jincheng? Are you back so soon?"

Lu Jincheng said slowly, "Yes."

Yao Yan followed Lu Jincheng's gaze and saw the plastic bag in her hand, and she quickly opened it for Lu Jincheng to see, "This is a notebook, pen and snacks that I bought for my son when I went to the market today."

She was afraid that Lu Jincheng would misunderstand her and steal the things in the villa for her son.

"Oh."

Seeing Lu Jincheng's normal expression, Yao Yan was relieved. She suddenly remembered that she hadn't made an introduction yet, and quickly pushed Zhong Ye in front of Lu Jincheng, saying, "Jincheng, this is my son, named Zhong Ye, who is eighteen years old this year."

She remembered it after she finished speaking, and said to Zhong Ye, "You are as old as Jincheng."

Zhong Ye was a little shy, he bent his mouth slightly, and didn't dare to raise his head, and said softly, "Hello."

He has dimples when he smiles, shallow.

Lu Jincheng could hardly take his eyes off, and his reaction was half a beat slower, "You, hello."

Why did he feel that the rain around him had stopped and the dark clouds in the sky had cleared up?

It was difficult for him to control such strange and irritable emotions, so he decided to turn around and leave, but just as he walked to the corridor, he heard Yao Yan say, "Why didn't you bring an umbrella? I'll go back and get you one."

Lu Jincheng stopped, looked down at the umbrella in his hand, Yao Yan bumped into Lu Jincheng as soon as he walked over, Lu Jincheng raised his hand expressionlessly, and handed the umbrella to Yao Yan, "Take it and use it. "

This young master has always been aloof. He hasn't spoken to Yao Yan for half a year. Yao Yan was stunned for a long time before taking the umbrella, "Hey, thank you for your kindness."

Yao Yan returned to Zhong Ye's side, the mother and son spoke very quietly, Lu Jincheng didn't move, but looked as far as possible towards the door, only seeing the white fluff on the brim of Zhong Ye's down jacket.

Soft.

Lu Jincheng blinked his eyes, he didn't quite understand the source of his panic at the moment, he was very thirsty, he quickly walked to the front hall, although Aunt Wang would still splash water on the table when pouring tea, but he also cared I don't mind anymore.

Zhong Ye took the umbrella, suddenly thought of something, approached Yao Yan and asked in a low voice, "Mom, is this the mentally ill young master you mentioned?"

Yao Yan hurriedly "shushed", then turned her head and saw Lu Jincheng walking away, then nodded and said, "Yes."

Zhong Ye touched his down jacket and murmured softly, "I'm wearing his old clothes. He stared at me just now, did he recognize it? Will this be bad?"

"Probably not. These are not his old clothes. His uncle bought them for him last month. He doesn't like this style. He refuses to wear them after wearing them once. The labels haven't been taken off yet. His mother Just give it to me."

Zhong Ye touched his sleeves, the look in Lu Jincheng's eyes just now appeared in his mind, and his self-esteem was a little hurt.

"Then I'm going back," he said.

"Where's your dad? Still in the mahjong parlor?"

"Should be back soon, he said he would cook pork ribs for me tonight."

"Pretentious," Yao Yan snorted disdainfully, and reached out to help Zhong Ye wipe off the rainwater from his hair, "He should play less mahjong, you can eat stewed ribs every day."

Zhong Ye pursed his lips and didn't say much.

"Is the pocket money your mother gave you enough? Tell your mother that if you want to buy materials and stationery, you can buy it. This family is quite generous. My mother's monthly salary is more than 1000 more than before. Don't do it for my mother." save money."

"It's enough, thank you mom."

When Zhong Ye turned to leave, Yao Yan called to him again and asked, "Xiao Ye, are you still drawing?"

Zhong Ye paused, not daring to lie, "Drawing once in a while will not affect your studies."

"I can't draw any more. You are not an art student, and culture is the most important thing. You started school a year later than others. If you fail the college entrance examination—" Yao Yan stopped halfway through her speech, regretting: " Mom won't talk about frustration, anyway, you work hard."

Zhong Ye nodded obediently, "Understood."

"Don't look at the young master who just had a bad temper, but his grades are very good. He is the first in the grade every time, and he has been the first in the city several times. The children of the rich family have worked so hard, so let's not relax. Yes, you say right?"

"Hmm." Zhong Ye curled his lips secretly.

"It's getting late, go back quickly, do you have any coins in your pocket? Take the bus back."

Zhong Ye said yes, and then said goodbye to his mother. He opened his umbrella and walked into the rain alone.

The raindrops flowed along the side of the umbrella and landed on Zhong Ye's shoulders, but this time he didn't want to protect his pure white down jacket at all. It was all because of the down jacket and that person, who took away his good mood. .

But the moment the brim of the hat got wet, Zhong Ye still couldn't help tightening the neckline, tilting the handle of the umbrella, and rubbing the soft down with his cheek.

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The second part of Juanjuan Universe has started!thanks for your support! (The last article "The Omega Who Wants to Steal Cubs Everyday" BO ran with the ball, and the next article will be pre-accepted "The Bamboo Horse Has a Plan" next year)