Upstairs, Lu Xiuche closed the door and fell silent.
Yue Tingfeng didn't ask any more questions. Between boys, there is no need to detail everything. He said, "Isn't it review?"
Lu Xiuche smiled and said, "Yes, review. I have an English test tomorrow, so I have to review it carefully." "
Yue Tingfeng didn't say anything about what happened downstairs just now, and Lu Xiuche didn't mention it either.
Lu Xiuche took out his textbook and English mock paper, and started working on it seriously. He found that the thing that allowed him to concentrate now was doing the paper. When doing the questions, he could not think about anything and put all his attention. On the issue at hand.
Yue Tingfeng didn't review. He walked around Lu Xiuche's room, followed him, and played Tetris.
After playing for a while, he saw that Lu Xiuche was very focused on doing the questions. He put down the game console and walked out softly.
Sure enough, I saw it outside the door, walking back and forth to the east.
Yue Tingfeng's eyes were full of sarcasm, he closed the door gently and called: "Uncle Lu."
Lu Xiangdong had been thinking about knocking on the door, but he found that when he stood at the door, he couldn't raise his hand. He was afraid. When he saw Yue Tingfeng, he felt relieved: "Tingfeng, you're out. Xiao Che... "
Yue Tingfeng said calmly: "He is reviewing, what can I do for you?"
"I... I just haven't seen him in a few days. I want to chat with him and ask him how he is doing lately."
Yue Tingfeng looked puzzled: "Uncle Lu, what you said... sounds really strange. You are Lu Xiuche's father. Why... why do you have such a problem?"
"I... I..." Lu Xiangdong looked at the confused face of the young man in front of him and felt that his face was getting hot. He didn't know what to say.
Yue Tingfeng did that on purpose. As a father, when he asked these questions, he didn't feel... guilty
"Uncle Lu, how come you don't know if Lu Xiuche is doing well or not? You and he live in the same home? Could it be that... you... haven't been back for a long time?"
Lu Xiangdong held it in for a long time before saying: "Ahem... I have... some recently?"
Yue Tingfeng pretended to understand: "Oh, he's busy. That's normal. My father is busy too, but he often calls me. Doesn't Lu Xiuche usually tell you how he is doing on the phone?"
Lu Xiangdong suddenly had the urge to run away. In front of a young man, he was questioned by him, and he was embarrassed to see anyone.
Even a bystander thought that as a father, he should always stay with his son and make a phone call no matter what. However, as for him, he never even called home.
"I...I..."
Yue Tingfeng looked shocked: "Uncle Lu, you... haven't even called Lu Xiuche, right?"
"I... I had a fight with... him some time ago, and he made me angry... so... that's why..." Lu Xiangdong was asked by a young man and couldn't form a complete sentence.
Yue Tingfeng's seemingly unintentional questions were met with loud slaps, which made Xiangdong unable to lift his head.
The sarcasm on Lu Xiuche's face became even heavier, "Oh, that's it. Then you are really relieved. You haven't been home for so long and you haven't even made a call. To put it bluntly, if something happened to Lu Xiuche, You don’t even know... you are a very relaxed father."