Dear Mr. Lu - Chapter 51

Luo Wencheng thought, this must be the most obscure and tactful rejection he has ever heard.

He thought again, Lu Chong’s keenness was simply terrifying, and he had only revealed a little bit, and he had already seen through his own mind.

At the same time, Lu Chong’s decisiveness was terrifying enough. As soon as he showed some thought on his front foot, he refused to come back on his back foot.

Should I say that he is heartless, or should I thank him for his thoughtfulness?

Luo Wencheng thought a lot in an instant.

Thinking about the past, thinking about the future, thinking about my own struggles, hesitation, wandering, and suffering along the way just now, and now everything has been erased by Lu Chong’s decisive hand.

There was only one path left before him.

fair enough.

fair enough.

Luo Wencheng repeated it to himself twice in his heart, as if he lost his strength all of a sudden, he blinked lightly, and suddenly felt that the sun was dazzling, making him dizzy, he slowly lowered his head, not daring to make too fast and big movements , I was afraid that something would come out of my eyes.

“Is there any misunderstanding? Mr. is so nice, why didn’t he come back? Or, he was delayed by something, or…”

He clumsily and subconsciously wanted to find something to say to relieve the embarrassment, suffocation and bewilderment, while talking, he felt sorry for Lu Chonglai.

For Lu Chongming’s injustice.

Lu Chong is so good, after looking for and waiting for so many years, why is that person reluctant to show up?

Didn’t show up all the time, just waited like this?

How pitiful that is.

What a pity again.

Such a good time.

Such a nice person.

But I have to search for it year after year, and stay alone, I can’t even have a lively New Year’s Eve, I live alone in a big house, with only one cat with me, and that cat is also dying…

Luo Wencheng’s chest ached almost as if he was suffocating.

Looking at the ground, Luo Wencheng murmured: “Have you searched for it? What about the missing person notice, what about the advertisement? What’s his name, what does he look like, where did he study, and how old is he? Maybe I can help find him too.” Woolen cloth…”

Lu Chong just stood there looking at him. For a moment, he almost wanted to go forward and hug him, but he restrained himself after all.

Can’t do that, can’t give him more wrong hints.

Lu Chong didn’t know when something started to change between the two of them, and it seemed too late when he realized it.

Luo Wencheng was still young, and he relied too much on himself who had helped him and saved him, so that it was normal to have a wrong understanding of the relationship between the two, and it was himself who did the wrong thing.

But it is impossible for him to become indifferent to him properly, especially when the trash of the Luo family is pressing every step of the way. When Luo Wencheng needs him, he will act to alienate him. How it will develop is almost impossible to predict.

Finally everything was over, before he had time to slowly open the distance between the two, he…

He didn’t want to hurt him, but for some things, maybe it would be better to cut the mess quickly.

That’s how he made those words that followed the trend.

He’s a smart kid who knows what he means.

“I will find him.” Lu Chong said suddenly.

Luo Wencheng’s voice stopped immediately, he paused for a while before looking up, looked at Lu Chong and said, “Really?”

“real.”

Luo Wencheng laughed: “That’s good, that’s good.”

Because he hadn’t had lunch yet, Lu Chong asked Luo Wencheng to go back first, and he himself stayed. This time Luo Wencheng had no objection, got into the car obediently, had lunch after returning, greeted Uncle Ding, and returned to his room as if nothing had happened. .

After closing the door, he stood in a daze.

Looking around his room, he wondered if he should move out.

Suddenly there was a soft scratching sound outside the door. He walked over and opened the door, and saw a big cat retracting its front paws reservedly, squatting on the ground, waving its big tail and looking up at him. A pair of dark amber The black cat’s eyes were shining, and it gave a soft “meow”.

Luo Wencheng’s eyes slowly bent: “Sparse ribs.”

He bent down and picked up the heavy cat, rubbed its furry face, kissed its forehead, and sat on the balcony with it in his arms: “Let’s bask in the sun.”

The ribs were kissed and stroked, and the whole cat was so happy that it turned over and begged to rub its belly, and it meowed several times softly.

When facing Lu Chong, it was not so gentle and well-behaved.

Luo Wencheng was so cute that his heart softened. He rubbed his belly and stroked his hair, he was very busy.

After a while, Luo Wencheng moved another drawing board and set it up in front of him, drawing the cat with one hand and sketching with the other.

His right shoulder has recovered very well, and his arm can move more flexibly. As long as he doesn’t hold it too high and use it for a long time, painting is not strenuous.

For a while, he drew the scenery in the distance, and for a while he drew the big cat on his lap. When he was tired, he hugged the cat and took a nap together, and fell asleep when he dozed.

Lu Chong came back late, looked at the hall, and asked Uncle Ding, “Wen Cheng is upstairs?”

“I went upstairs after dinner and never came out.” Uncle Ding didn’t know what happened, but he was keenly aware that something should have happened.

Sure enough, his husband rarely showed some hesitation on his face: “Is there anything unusual about him?”

“No, it’s the same as usual. By the way, Ribs went to play with him, and he never came out.” Uncle Ding thought for a while and said.

Lu Chong nodded, went upstairs, looked at the door of Luo Wencheng’s room from a distance, and went directly into the study without going there.

Luo Wencheng had a dream. In the dream, he lived here peacefully and steadily for another half a year. Finally, he picked up a suitcase and said to Lu Chong, “Sir, I want to take a walk around.”

He said goodbye to Lu Chong happily, just like saying goodbye to an ordinary friend, his heart was full of stability and satisfaction.

Luo Wencheng woke up, it was already dark, the wind was blowing a bit cold, but the big cat in his arms was warm, like a small heater.

“Meow.” Ribs also woke up.

“Hungry, let’s go eat.” He went out with the cat in his arms, and met Lu Chong who was also going downstairs at the stairs.

Luo Wencheng was stunned, but he remembered the calm and brisk way of saying goodbye in his dream, and his heart became calm and brisk, and he greeted with a smile: “Sir.”

Lu Chong responded and took a look at him. There was no sign of crying or sadness, although he really looked like he was about to cry during the day.

The two went downstairs together, Luo Wencheng suddenly said: “Sir, I want to live here for another six months… It doesn’t take half a year, a few months will do, and I will move out when the time comes.”

Lu Chong’s heart froze, because of the cautiousness in his tone.

He almost said, how long do you want to live here.

“Okay.” He finally said, paused, and added, “Where is the house you fancy, I will arrange it for you then.”

Luo Wencheng smiled: “Okay, are you going to give me a house? Then I thank you in advance, sir.”

Luo Wencheng started to go to school again.

He drove to school every day from Zhou Qian. No matter how many classes he had, he would leave at seven o’clock and come back at five or six in the afternoon.

When there is no class, I either go to the library to read books or go to clubs. In short, I never go back in advance. It is like this every day, very regular.

Before the verdict was overturned, there were strange looks at him everywhere in the school, the kind of disgust and contempt that dared to be angry but dare not speak out, but after the verdict was overturned, those who had discussed and scolded him on the forum or behind his back were a little embarrassed.

Luo Wencheng found that he was more popular than before. There were more people in the club looking for him to do activities with him, more people said hello on the way, and the eyes of teachers and classmates were much more friendly.

Luo Wencheng thinks this is very good.

A painting competition was held in the city with the theme of animals. After Luo Wencheng asked Lu Chong if he could draw ribs, he spent two days drawing a portrait of ribs for the competition.

There is nothing special about the painting, just the way Ribs squatted in front of his door and looked up at him, wagging his tail and looking up at him. The cute little guy is chubby, and the fluffy and healthy hair is painted vividly with delicate brush strokes. The amber pair The round eyes of color were full of innocence and concern, which rescued him from the ashes at once.

Zheng Chang and the others looked at it and said that it was a magical painting. People in a good mood felt happy when they saw it, and people in a bad mood felt warm after seeing it. Inexplicable, even a little inexplicably sad.

The picture quickly won an award.

Luo Wencheng was commended by the school, and then qualified to continue to participate in the provincial competition.

Members of the club asked Luo Wencheng to treat him to celebrate.

Luo Wencheng readily agreed.

Some people booed and said to go to Golden Glory, now everyone knows that Golden Glory is Lu Chong’s property, Luo Wencheng smiled and said yes, but Zheng Chang smoothed things over with winks, and finally a large group of people went to a famous KTV .

In fact, Luo Wencheng really didn’t mind, it’s okay to go to Golden Splendor, just make a phone call and talk to Lu Chong, but KTV is just KTV.

A group of people ordered drinks, and then wailed and sang, Luo Wencheng also sang a love song groaning for the occasion, and drank silently for the rest of the time, feeling bored, so he picked up the wine on the side, Pour yourself a full glass.

Zheng Chang on the side was taken aback: “Wen Cheng, can you drink?”

If this makes people drunk, what will he do if he pursues it? He is the only one in this group of people who can take care of things.

“What did you say?” K’s singing was too loud, and Luo Wencheng couldn’t hear his words clearly.

Zheng Chang had no choice but to say it again loudly.

Luo Wencheng smiled and took a big sip: “It’s okay, I used to be a bartender.” After a pause, he said to himself, “Anyway, I can’t drink to death.”

Zheng Chang couldn’t hear what he said, but seeing him like this, he didn’t try to persuade him any more.

I don’t know why, although Luo Wencheng who returned to school is more talkative and gregarious than before, and often has a smile on his face, but he feels that this Luo Wencheng is too unreal.

how to say? He is the person who gets along with him the most. After watching him for a long time, he feels like he is pretending, pretending to be happy and normal, and he feels tired for him, like a string that is stretched very tight. , is about to break.

After Luo Wencheng drank two glasses of wine, he began to have an abnormal fever. He is very sensitive to alcohol, even if it is a very low alcohol content, after two glasses of wine, he will become top-heavy.

He poured himself a third glass, brought it to his mouth and put it down abruptly.

There was a crisp sound, and the wine was spilled out, making other people look over, the singer also stopped, and the box suddenly fell silent.

Luo Wencheng supported his drowsy head, gasped for breath, and said to himself, don’t lose your composure, Luo Wencheng, it’s hard to drink away your sorrows like this, you know, isn’t it good to be like this during this period of time?

You are happy, everyone is happy.

Just like nothing happened.

It’s like nothing has changed.

He stood up, smiled and said to everyone: “Drink two glasses of wine, I’m a bit over the top, you go on, I’ll go out to get some air.”

Zheng Chang wanted to follow, but he stopped him. He went out of the box, went to the toilet at the end of the corridor to wash his face, then looked at himself in the mirror, and said in a daze: “I overestimated myself, this is too difficult, too difficult .”

Obviously living under the same roof with that person, but not being able to touch him, obviously feeling very sad, but still pretending to be happy.

He didn’t want to leave him, and thought it would be good to eat and live with him every day, and meet him a few times, but now it seemed that this was nothing more than a torture to himself.

With some thoughts, it’s fine if you don’t move or endure it, but once you move, you have to take it back and pretend that nothing happened, which is too difficult.

Perhaps, he really should leave.

Another person came in outside, rushed to the sink and vomited.

Luo Wencheng leaned firmly to the side, as if he couldn’t feel anything, until the man finished vomiting, rinsing his mouth and washing his face, looked up at him, and said in surprise, “Luo Wencheng?”

Luo Wencheng rolled his eyes, looked over lazily, and recognized the person after a few seconds: “Wei… Xingheng?”