Things happened faster than Chu Yu imagined.
Lu Shaochu was taken away to assist in the investigation, and more than a week later, the Fang family had an accident.
A reporter photographed a police car parked at the gate of Fang Heng Group, which is controlled by Fang's.
As soon as the news came out, rumors spread.
Some say that the executives of Fangheng Group were taken away for investigation on suspicion of taking advantage of their positions for personal gain. Some say that the group is suspected of tax evasion and tax evasion. Others said that it was Fang Weiyun's murder, and the participants and others were arrested this time.
But Fang's public relations department did not move at all.
Perhaps the event was too sudden to react in time. It is also possible that the Fang family is about to change hands, and everyone is watching.
The English teacher was teaching grammar. In the afternoon class, cicadas were chirping outside the window. Few people could hold on to it. Most of them were dozing off, especially in the back row of the classroom, which had already fallen asleep.
Chu Yu put his mobile phone under the page to search for relevant news. However, after reading all the content reported by the major media, I did not see the scene picture of Fang Weishan being taken away. There are only rumors that Fang Weishan has been controlled.
Just when Chu Yu was about to stuff his phone into the table, the news client suddenly pushed a message.
Seeing that line of words clearly, Chu Yu's pupils shrank, and without holding it, the phone fell to the ground with a "click" in the blink of an eye. Fortunately, the English teacher was playing the text and reading aloud, and the landing sound was not detected.
Chu Yu picked up the phone, clicked on the news, and found that he was not dazzled.
It was indeed written in the news that Lu Zhaohe was seriously ill and had been admitted to the hospital, and the stock price of Lu's group was volatile.
But when he searched again, he found that the Lu's News Department had refuted the rumors that Lu Zhaohe was in good health and had not been hospitalized.
Chu Yu handed the phone to Lu Shi.
The two looked at each other and guessed that Lu Zhaohe's hospitalization was 90% true. Now that the news has been leaked, Lu's public relations refutation is very timely, and it is obvious that there is a plan, mainly to stabilize the stock price and internal and external, and hide the truth.
I just don't know what this "serious illness" is.
The English teacher always treads very accurately after class, and the bell rang just after the assignment was done.
Lao Ye came in from the back door and greeted the English teacher from a distance across the rows of desks. Then he went to the last row and asked Lu Shi to go to the office.
After taking two steps out, Lao Ye turned around and said to Chu Yu, "Chu Yu, let's go with you."
Seeing that Lu Shi and Chu Yu were called away by Lao Ye together, Brother Meng rushed to Zhang Yueshan and Li Hua's desks in three or two steps, roaring anxiously, "Brothers! I have a bad feeling! Could it be Lu Shen? Old Ye noticed about your puppy love with the school flower?"
Li Hua replied: "I don't think Lao Ye can be so keen."
"That's right, it makes sense! After all, if the school flower hadn't told me personally, I might not have discovered it by now."
Brother Meng touched his chin and calmed down, "Anyway, if it is exposed, I will testify that Lu Shen and the school flower are really just a friendship at the same table for sustainable development!"
After listening to Zhang Yueshan, he asked Li Hua, "What is the name of an idiom?"
Li Hua: "There is no silver 300 taels here, or do you want to cover it up?"
Brother Meng covered his mouth and murmured, "Okay, I'll shut up, I'll be silent."
In the office, Lao Ye's fat sea wolfberry tea was replaced by honeysuckle tea.
Sitting down on the office chair, Lao Ye looked at Lu Shi, then at Chu Yu, and finally turned his eyes back to Lu Shi, "Lu Shi, I asked you to come to the office because I have some news to tell you."
Lu Shi stood in front of the desk, tall and straight, with sparse eyebrows. The sun was dazzlingly bright outside the window, maybe it was a little hot, he folded his sleeves at his elbows at will, revealing his cold white and thin forearms.
He has always respected the teacher, "Teacher, you said."
Lao Ye thought about his words, paid attention to Lu Shi's expression, and said, "Your grandfather is seriously ill and is now receiving treatment in the hospital. Your family has contacted the school and has already asked for a leave for you. I hope you can go back as soon as possible."
It's not that Lao Ye has never dealt with this kind of thing. He has been the head teacher for many years, but every time he encounters this kind of situation and faces students, it is always difficult for him to say it.
He was really afraid of the students standing in front of him and crying.
Lu Shi asked, "What's wrong with my grandpa?"
Seeing that Lu Shi's expression and tone were still stable, Lao Ye calmed down and replied, "It's a stroke." After speaking, he quickly added, "Although stroke is a disease, the disease is sudden and often hemiplegia occurs. The sequelae of the elderly will not be very convenient for the elderly to move in the future, but as long as they are properly treated, the elderly will definitely not be life-threatening!"
Chu Yu glanced at the expression on Lu Shi's face, and spoke quickly, directing Lao Ye's eyes to himself, "Teacher, I don't worry about Lu Shi alone, can I accompany him?"
"Of course!" Lao Ye also had the same idea, so he called Chu Yu to the office together.
He said with relief, "You have a good relationship. The teacher also approved of Chu Yu's fake. It's better to have someone to accompany you than to be alone."
Chu Yu nodded, "Thank you teacher!"
After buying the latest flight, I went back to the dormitory to simply pack my things, and took a taxi from school to the airport.
When the two landed in city a, it was already dark.
Chu Yu wears a white coat and light-colored jeans, with a very refreshing vision. He walked beside Lu Shi, "If Lao Ye doesn't approve my fake, I will come with you over the wall. Who knows if Fang Weishan told the old man that Lu Shaochu has your handwriting behind it."
Thinking about it this way, Chu Yu couldn't help but make up for a lot of filth from the rich and powerful, and worried, "Lu Shi, will that old man make any tricks?"
Ye Feng had already lost the coolness, but Lu Shi was not at ease. He touched Chu Yu's hand first to make sure that he was not cold before answering, "No. I am the only one left in the Lu family now."
"Too."
Chu Yu has seen many older generations like Lu Zhaohe, who value family fame and inheritance more than anything else. It is impossible for Lu Shaochu to be released, so Lu Shi is the only heir of the Lu family.
In the parking lot, a black Maybach 62s is parked quietly. Seeing Lu Shi approaching, the driver in uniform and white gloves got out of the car, quickly opened the rear door, and bowed his head respectfully.
The two get in the car.
The driver looked straight ahead, didn't dare to look back, and reported the situation in a low voice, "Master, the old man is now living in Yangyi Hospital, and has temporarily escaped danger and regained consciousness. I dare not announce the relevant news to the public, everyone is waiting for your return. "
Lu Shi held Chu Yu's fingers, and his eyes fell on the neon lights that were continuously retreating outside the window.
"Tell me the details."
His syllables are short and concise, and he can't hear his emotions, but there is a kind of inviolable meaning in it.
The driver replied cautiously, "After the accident, the old man kept the news and did not leak it out. He has been visiting various places to clear the way, trying to rescue Mr., but it has not been smooth and has no features. At the same time, after verification, it was found that Mr. was taken away. It was Fang Weishan's handwriting to assist in the investigation of this matter, and all relevant evidence that caused Mr.'s accident came from Fang Weishan's hands.
The old man's method was thunderous, and the other party was Weishan. Fang Weishan responded very quickly. As soon as he heard the wind, he came to the old man, and the two had a fierce dispute.
The old man didn't plan to let Fang Weishan go at first, and in the house, Fang Weishan was taken away by the police. You know, the old man has always had high blood pressure. I don't know what Fang Weishan said at that time. The old man was emotionally stimulated, he had a cerebral hemorrhage, and had a stroke. "
Lu Shi stared at the rearview mirror, "This happened a few days ago?"
The driver dared not look directly at Lu Shi and replied, "Five days ago."
"Why did you tell me now?"
Hearing this sentence, the driver broke down in a cold sweat.
It's not that he has never been in contact with Lu Shi. When Lu Shi was in junior high school, he often picked him up.
But at that time, this young master Lu was gentle and polite, and he didn't talk much, but it made people feel that he was easy to get along with.
But now, the person is still the same person, and the momentum and expressions around him are terrifying.
The driver's voice became weaker by two points. "Before the old man fell into a coma, he repeatedly told Zhang Tezhu that he was ill and could not tell anyone. However, the old man's condition is too critical, and no one can afford this responsibility."
That's why I ignored Lu Zhaohe's instructions and contacted Lu Shi.
"understood."
Lu Shi's expression didn't change, he just said, "It's sudden, it's hard for you."
Hearing the attitude from the last sentence "hard work", the driver was relieved to know that Lu Shi would not pursue the concealed problem again.
Lu Shi tapped the car seat with his fingers.
The driver nodded and quickly raised the partition in the carriage.
With the partition raised, the rear seat of the car becomes a secluded and spacious private space.
Chu Yu thought that Lu Shi had something private to say, but as soon as he turned to look, he was kissed heavily by Lu Shi.
Lu Shi's breath was rapid, and the knuckles holding Chu Yu's wrist were very hard. During the kiss, Chu Yu could sense that Lu Shi was emotionally unstable.
Just like after learning the whole picture of what happened back then, Lu Shi went to the fighting arena to vent his suppressed emotions with the most primitive violence.
In this way, when he meets Fang Weishan, he can be calm and self-controlled, and deal with it rationally.
And now, Lu Shi was about to face Lu Zhaohe.
Chu Yu realized that Lu Shi was seeking support from him.
Thinking of this, Chu Yu raised his hand, pressed his palm on Lu Shi's obvious shoulder blades and back, raised his neck slightly, opened his lips and teeth, and accepted Lu Shi's ruthless and wanton intrusion.
Aware of Chu Yu's reaction, Lu Shi half-opened his eyes, stared at Chu Yu's thick and quivering eyelashes, and kissed deeper.
The car stopped.
In the back seat of the closed carriage, Lu Shi left from the side of Chu Yu's neck, lowered his black eyes, and tidied up Chu Yu's messy collar.
The two got out of the car.
Yangyi Hospital is a high-end chain medical institution under the Lu family, with strong privacy. In order to block the news that Lu Zhaohe had been hospitalized, the small building of Lu Zhaohe's ward was directly blocked.
Walking to the door of the ward, Chu Yu stopped and asked Lu Shi, "I'm waiting for you outside?"
Lu Shi's eyes fell on the closed door of the ward. In the dark eyes, it seemed that a dark flame was ignited from the frozen Qianli River.
He retracted his gaze and looked down at Chu Yu's lips, which seemed to be stained with water. Suddenly, without warning, he reached out and hugged the person into his arms.
Great strength and seamless fit.
Chu Yu let him hold it.
With his chin resting on Lu Shi's shoulder, he looked at the bodyguards in black with their heads down on both sides of the corridor, the snow-white walls of the hospital, and finally reached out and patted Lu Shi's back, "It's almost over."
Just hold on, it's almost over.
The black-clothed bodyguard standing in front of the ward bowed his head to greet Lu Shi, stretched out his hand and opened the door of the ward.
Lu Shi stepped on the light-colored carpet, walked in, and the door of the ward closed behind him.
In the ward, the heavy curtains were drawn tightly, and no ray of light outside the window could penetrate. The lighting was so dim that the decorations in the corners shrouded the dark shadows of the upper layers.
Lu Shi didn't look sideways, walked to the bedside, but didn't sit down in the escort chair.
He was looking at Lu Zhaohe carefully.
Once, Lu Zhaohe was the person he admired. Always face major events without being chaotic, as if he can live for a long time, and can always support the Lu family.
But now, Lu Zhaohe was lying on the hospital bed, paralyzed on one side of his body because of a stroke, and the corners of his eyes and lips were drooping down, full of folds. Overnight, he aged by dozens of years, and the wind and candle are dying.
Hearing the sound, Lu Zhaohe's eyes slowly opened. He had difficulty seeing in one eye, and his eyes were cloudy. He had to look carefully before he could see a little of the arrogance of the past.
Lu Shi stood by the bed, letting his black shadow fall on the bed.
His words were clear, "I'm back."
Lu Zhaohe stared at Lu Shi's face, his pupils shrunk, gradually becoming fearful. His lips opened, he wanted to say something, but he only made a difficult "hu ho" sound, which was not mixed into words.
Lu Shi couldn't avoid looking at Lu Zhaohe's eyes, "Thank you for helping me solve Fang Weishan, it saved me a lot of trouble."
The corners of his lips sneered, "Of course, thank you and Lu Shaochu for solving Fang Weiyun for me. The death penalty is a life for a life, are you right?"
The final sound of the last word evoked, like a sharp iron hook, with a cross wind, plunged into Lu Zhaohe's blood and bones.
As if he understood all the joints in an instant, Lu Zhaohe's one eye suddenly widened and his lips trembled violently. He may have wanted to raise his arm, but he couldn't do this simple action.
Stiff arms hang down on the hospital bed, like dead tree roots, ugly and twisted.
Lu Shi's eyes turned to his elbow, and he said flatly, "Look, you can't lift your arms, you can't move your body, you can't write, and you can't speak. Say, what can you do?"
This reality was the most unacceptable thing to Lu Zhaohe.
He admits that he has been through the wind and rain for decades, but he did not expect that he is now trapped in a hospital bed, unable to take care of himself, and being slaughtered by others.
Even anyone can bully him.
He didn't even expect that Lu Shiyin was in the dark, calculating and manipulating all this.
Fang Weiyun, Fang Weishan, Lu Shaochu, himself, none of them could escape.
His breathing became rapid, his chest rose and fell abnormally, and when he stared at Lu, it seemed as if he was about to devour his marrow.
Lu Shi saw Lu Zhaohe's eyes clearly.
He thought that standing in front of Lu Zhaohe's bed, watching him linger on the edge of death, he would be excited and happy. But at this time, there was an unusual sense of peace in his heart.
He even wondered if Chu Yu would be bored waiting for him outside without himself.
Putting his hands in his pockets habitually, Lu Shiren looked at Lu Zhaohe, his voice was low, "I read the medical records, your language center is suppressed, you can no longer speak. Even if you survive, all the time you have left in your life, All can only be like this, lying on the hospital bed, unable to speak, unable to move, living like a walking corpse."
Lu Shi's tone did not fluctuate, as if Lu Zhaohe was no longer in his eyes.
"As for Lu Shaochu, the crime he committed will make him disappear from this world. No one will know where he is imprisoned, whether he is alive or dead. It won't be long before he will be forgotten."
"Just like Jiang Yueshun back then."
Saying the name, Lu Shi's fingers were unconsciously clasped in the palm of his hand, his nails digging into the flesh, causing a dull pain.
"Just because she gave birth to me, she was sealed in cement, sank to the bottom of the river, bound with chains, and tied to the bottom of the bridge pier, day after day."
Lu Shi's voice softened, "Fang Weiyun said that Jiang Yueshun was not even dead when he was sealed in cement. He was sealed in cement when he was alive."
In the ward, the lights are dim.
The shadow behind Lu Shi was like a monster with sharp claws.
Lu Zhaohe's eyes widened, filled with fear, his lips opened and closed, but he still couldn't pronounce a complete word.
At this moment, Lu Shi's expression was as calm as Pinghu, and he suppressed countless conflicting emotions.
He remembered that when he was a child, Fang Weiyun cursed him as a bastard with dirty blood flowing in his body.
I remembered the pain when I cut my wrist with a knife blade, cutting through my flesh.
He remembered that he had naively used various methods to please Fang Weiyun, but he didn't know that his biological mother was trapped at the bottom of the river and was gradually forgotten.
I remember eighteen years ago, in a small remote clinic, a woman was pregnant and wanted to abort the fetus in her stomach, end her blind mistakes, and start a new life.
But when I was lying on the operating bed, I ran out with my stomach in my arms, crying, don't hurt my child.
I don't know if she regretted giving birth to him when she was sealed in cement.
His birth was a mistake, and it's time to end that mistake.
Closing his eyes, he suppressed the blood that swelled in his eyes, and when he reopened them, only thorns and ice ridges remained in Lu Shi's eyes.
He leaned down and stared at Lu Zhaohe's cloudy eyes, his voice hoarse, "Are you trying to say that I'm a lunatic?"
A few seconds later, a cold smile appeared on the corner of Lu Shi's lips, and he asked himself, "Yes, I'm a lunatic. The moment I knew the truth, I was already crazy."
Chu Yu was sitting in the rest area outside the ward. A nurse brought a glass of water and put it on the small white table in front of him. He thanked him, but let the water glass stand without taking a sip.
Looking up at the closed door of the ward, Chu Yu lowered his head again and took out his mobile phone.
The news in the class group was 99+, and the topic changed from the soy milk in the breakfast shop in front of the school to the high wind blowing outside.
I don't know how it developed, and chatting and chatting, the wind turned into a cloudy wind, and began to turn in the direction of the ghost story.
Chu Yu's eyelids trembled and he hurriedly withdrew. I feel that it is not enough insurance, and I also close the software background.
Swiping the phone screen, Chu Yu's fingertips finally landed on the album icon and clicked in.
He didn't have many photos, and he was afraid that it would be finished all at once, and the speed was very slow.
Slowly going up, his fingertips paused, and Chu Yu clicked on a photo.
The photo was taken at the shooting gallery on Qingchuan Road. In the photo, Lu Shi was standing in front of the black preparation table, filling the bullet-bomb into the magazine-clamp. The noise-cancelling headphones are placed on the shoulders and neck, with the head down, and the curvature of the back of the neck is very beautiful. The silver frame of the goggles covers the end of the eyes, and the side face lines are delicate and cold.
Chu Yu couldn't help but zoomed in with two fingers.
When we first met, in the narrow alley of Qingchuan Road, Lu Shi's tone provocatively led people to fight with him. Later, when I was young, I drove underground racing cars, played shooting, and fought—there was an extremely unbearable depression and manic depression that needed relief.
Looking back now, Lu Shi was like a trapped beast full of scars, locked in a cage surrounded by thorns, narrow and cramped.
He struggled hopelessly, even though the spikes drew countless blood.
Fortunately, it's almost over.
Fang Weiyun is dead, Lu Shaochu is imprisoned, and Fang Weishan's worries have been resolved.
Chu Yu looked at the door of the ward - Lu Zhaohe was paralyzed by a stroke, which was not enough to pose any threat.
Suddenly, I remembered what Wei Guanglei and Zhu Zhifei had said before, Lu Shi was a little tired of the world, even if he died the next second, it was no big deal, but there was one thing that forced his life.
Thinking of this, a taut string in his head snapped, and Chu Yu's heart trembled.
Fear, like a hurricane, swept through his mind instantly—
What if, if the matter of barely hanging his life, has been completed
It wasn't until he bit the tip of his tongue that the tingling sensation made Chu Yu pull back to his senses, barely suppressing this terrifying thought.
But like a stone hitting the water, once the ripples sway, it will be difficult to restore calm.
He began to fidget.
In my mind, the pictures appear frame by frame.
Lu Shi's wrist is full of old and new scars, the way he fights without life, his life as simple as an ascetic to the extreme, and his complete fearlessness of death when driving a racing car...
He wanted to die countless times.
For Lu Shi, perhaps being alive is a mistake, a burden and pressure
At this time, there was movement, Chu Yu raised his head hastily, and saw the door of the ward opened.
Lu Shi came out of it.
Chu Yu got up quickly and went up to meet him.
"Lu Shi!"
He had so many things to say, but he couldn't say anything. He had no choice but to hug Lu Shi's waist tightly, not letting it loose for half an inch.
Lu Shiren held him, and the cold and gloomy breath in his eyes dissipated when it touched Chu Yu's body temperature.
Gently patted Chu Yu's back, Lu Shi's voice was soft, "So sticky?"
Chu Yu didn't speak, just hugged Lu Shi more tightly.
Lu Shi kissed Chu Yu's soft hair.
He remembered the resentful Lu Zhaohe in the ward, and stared at him with grimacing eyes, as if he wanted to use all his strength to curse him to death.
He could almost imagine that if Lu Zhaohe could speak, he would definitely scold him for his sinister actions and cruel methods.
However, it was not Lu Zhaohe's turn to scold him.
How ruthless his own hands are, how dirty his heart is, how rotten his life is, he even carried his life at birth, and even now, his body is immersed in swampy mud—all of these are clear to him.
Unclean.
He never even thought about washing it up.
Only, in his dirty heart, he still protects a corner that is spotless.
There, put his Chu Yu.