On Monday, school started. Lu Xiuche got up early. After running for an hour, he came back and saw Mr. Lu doing Tai Chi in the yard.
He took the towel handed by the maid and wiped the sweat on his head: "Grandpa, good morning."
Seeing the beads of sweat on Lu Xiuche's forehead and the healthy blush after exercise on his face, Mr. Lu nodded with satisfaction.
On such a cold day, not many people can get up so early every morning and keep running, let alone a child.
With this persistence, Lu Xiuche is beyond comparison with ordinary people. Mr. Lu now appreciates this grandson even more.
He said: "After running, let's go in and change clothes first."
Lu Xiuche nodded and turned around to go in.
Mr. Lu turned around and glanced at Lu Xiuche's back, with a happy smile on his face. This child was even better than when he was young, and better than many of his peers. The Lu family could already be seen in him. There is hope for the future.
He couldn't count on that stupid son anymore. His whole life, probably, could only pass by in such a muddle.
Fortunately, his only contribution was to give birth to an outstanding grandson for the Lu family.
Lu Xiuche took a shower and changed into his school uniform, put on his schoolbag and went downstairs to eat.
The maid had been waiting for a long time. When she saw him coming down, she hurriedly set out breakfast.
Mr. Lu had also finished his morning exercise. He was wiping his hands with a towel and said to the maid, "Go and wake up Lu Xiangdong."
The maid hurriedly went upstairs to call for someone. After knocking on the door for a while, someone answered: "Sir, the old gentleman asked me to come and ask you for breakfast."
"What do you mean, I won't eat..." Lu Xiangdong was very angry. The injury on his body was not healed yet. It hurt all the time when he was awake. It hurt him for most of the night last night before he fell asleep. He was woken up again this morning. As soon as he opened his eyes, he felt pain, which made him feel very upset.
"But the old gentleman said... let you go downstairs to eat..."
Lu Xiangdong gritted his teeth and cursed in a low voice, "Fuck you, eat. I don't want to eat, can't I?"
The reality is, of course—no!
That was what he was most afraid of: Lao Tzu asked him to go downstairs to eat. Of course he had to go downstairs, otherwise he would not have anything good to eat.
It had been two days since Lu Xiangdong was beaten. He and Mr. Lu had been living together under the same roof for the past two days. Every day when the old man ate, he had to be at the dinner table. He couldn't do it without eating. ,
The meals Lu Xiangdong ate were tasteless and tasteless. The most important thing was that he had a son who kept stabbing at the side in a strange manner.
He couldn't eat well, couldn't sleep well, was injured on his body, and felt irritable. Lu Xiangdong was angry, and there were blisters at the corners of his mouth. When he opened his mouth to speak, the blisters would be pulled if he opened his mouth wider, which was painful.
Lu Xiangdong felt sorry for himself for a few minutes, but he had no choice but to get up. The old man was waiting for him to eat. If he didn't go, the old man would come up and whip him with a stick.
He limped downstairs and saw Lu Xiuche and Mr. Lu already sitting at the dinner table. He walked over and said with a flattering smile: "Dad, good morning... Good morning..."
Mr. Lu glanced at him and knew that he was injured, so he didn't say anything harsh.
"I thought you were injured, so I won't say anything bad to you, but after you heal, if you still let me, the father, wait for you to have breakfast, then... don't blame me, the father, teach me. How can you be a son?"
Lu Xiangdong swallowed his throat, his calves trembling a little.
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