The old man of the Lu family is also a very legendary figure.
Born in the war-torn 20th century, when he was a child, his family was in business and had a little money. Later, his family fell into disarray, and he was the only one left in the family.
Later, I traveled from Shanghai to Peiping.
At that time, the economy was sluggish. After the capital was moved, Peiping's business declined. Every day, there were shops closing.
Lu Jiaheng's parents separated when he was a child, and he grew up with Mr. Lu. After looking at Mr. Lu's behavior over the years, he doubted where he picked up Lu Hongsheng more than once or twice.
Why can there be such a big gap between people.
Like this time.
When Mr. Lu was away, Lu Hongsheng always sat in the main seat. Lu Jiaheng pulled up a chair in the far corner and listened to him ranting about a commercial land project in Linshi Development Zone like a ball. Several directors exchanged meaningful glances.
No wonder Mr. Lu has not been in charge of raising flowers and playing birds during this period of time, and Jing Heng's stock has fallen.
Lu Jiaheng slumped in a chair in the corner of the long table, swaying and swaying, hanging his head in thought.
He didn't even have a plan in front of him, and it was clear that he didn't take him seriously at all. Lu Jiaheng flexed his fingers and tapped the desk of the secretary next to him.
The secretary turned his head and looked professionally indifferent.
Lu Jiaheng's peach blossom eyes hung slightly, and he supported his chin with one hand. He lowered his voice and pointed to the project in front of her: "Well, can you show it to me?"
The secretary paused, glanced at Lu Hongsheng who was sitting far away on the other side, and handed it to him.
Lu Jiaheng thanked him and took it.
This application project is written clearly and clearly in every aspect. The price of land in the development zone is low, and it is close to the university town, where three or four universities and a junior college are all nearby. It seems that the profit is guaranteed.
Lu Jiaheng casually flipped through two pages, picked up the coffee cup and drank coffee.
Only then did he discover that he was not even qualified to drink coffee, everyone else was coffee, and his cup was full of water, and it was a bit raw when he sipped it into his mouth.
Not even cool white.
It was about eight o'clock in the evening when Lu Jiaheng was ready to leave.
He has been in the business for more than 20 years, and the money he made was when he used to speculate in stocks.
Luckily, Lu Hongsheng didn't want him to understand. There were many things he couldn't touch at all, so he really started from the grassroots level.
He thought he was probably the last one to leave, put down what was in his hand and went to the bathroom, but when he came back, there was a cup of coffee on the table.
The mellow fragrance rushed into the nose, and there was a coaster underneath.
He raised his eyes and saw a woman coming out of the secretary's room, a red coat wrapped around a professional suit, showing a calf.
Lu Jiaheng turned his head sideways, took the cup of coffee back to the tea room, and then went back to put on his coat and go.
Chuzhi turns 18 today.
Birthdays are divided into lunar and solar calendars. The adults in Chuzhi’s family have always had the lunar calendar, which is the birthday in the lunar calendar. Chuzhi can’t distinguish the lunar calendar, the lunar calendar, the Gregorian calendar, and her birthday according to the constellation.
But in the eyes of the first parents and the first mother, her eighteenth birthday has already passed, and Chu Zhi was cheating, so the first father ordered a big birthday cake for her, made a table of dishes, and gave it to her again. once.
Neither Chufa nor Ms. Deng eat cakes much, mainly Chuzhi likes to eat it. Usually, when she is greedy, she will buy a big cake to eat whether it's her birthday or not. I bought it for her now, but she didn't take a single bite. verb: move.
After dinner, she carefully packed the cake she had picked up and eaten with the two yellow peaches above, and helped to pack the dishes on the table into a crisper box and put it in the refrigerator, and then plunged into the room.
She didn't close the door tightly, she opened a crack under cover, and paid attention to the sound outside.
She was sending a message to Lu Jiaheng while cuddling Guess in her arms.
She didn't dare to talk to him when he was at work, for fear of disturbing him, and generally it seemed that he came to her on his own initiative, Chuzhi just kept waiting as if he had formed a habit.
As a result, I waited until more than eight o'clock and did not wait for the news.
She pursed her lips, thought and thought, and decided to take the initiative to send it to him: what are you doing
After posting, Chu Zhi felt that she looked so stupid.
"What are you doing?" The opening remarks are nothing new at all.
She buried her head in the pillow and whimpered, wondering if it would be too deliberate to withdraw now, when the phone rang.
Chu Zhi quickly pressed mute for a second, then jumped out of bed and closed the door before picking up: "Hello..."
Lu Jiaheng was very quiet. Occasionally there was a car whistle, but his voice was still soft and deep: "Miss me?"
Chu Zhi's face turned red again.
She squatted down against the door panel, and said in a small voice, "Oh, talk well."
He laughed and said obediently, "Then I miss you."
Chuzhi scratched his ears like a little monkey, stared at the ground, and hesitantly said, "Aren't you home?"
"Well, I just got off work and I'm almost home."
Chu Zhi was stunned, it was almost nine o'clock now.
"It's so late."
"There's a lot to do, and there's a lot to learn." His voice still sounded lazy, but he didn't know if it was because of psychological effects. Chu Zhi suddenly felt a little tired in his voice.
It's only one day.
She pursed her lips and wanted to say that you should not go to work. Anyway, I can support you even if you play mud at home every day.
After a pause, she said in a low voice, "Then you go to bed early after you go home, and you have to get up early tomorrow."
On the other end of the phone, Lu Jiaheng paused and suddenly asked, "What's wrong?"
Chuzhi sat on the edge of the bed and dangled her legs: "It's okay, I'm going to take a bath."
Lu Jiaheng was quiet for another two seconds: "Go, call me after washing."
"No more beating after washing..."
"Um?"
Chuzhi grabbed the sheets: "I'm hanging up!"
She hung up the phone quickly, was quiet for a while, and let out a long sigh.
Today is her birthday.
She is eighteen years old.
Chuzhi originally wanted to wait until the evening to carry the cake secretly and go upstairs to eat with him.
He lives alone, and he doesn't know how to cook. He must have not eaten home-cooked food for a long time, and he has packed all the delicious food in crisper boxes.
But he sounded tired and had to get up early tomorrow.
Chu Zhi scratched her hair unhappily, dropped her phone and ran to the bathroom to take a shower.
Chu Zhi was originally a chronic person. She usually takes a shower slowly, but this time she was more absent-minded. She dried her hair and wiped off the body lotion, inch by inch. When she came out, she saw that the screen of her mobile phone was on.
She walked over to pick it up, and Lu Jiaheng sent a lot of messages in succession.
Son of a bitch: I'm home.
Bastard: Haven't you taken a shower yet
Son of a bitch:? What about the phone.
and a missed call.
Chu Zhi glanced at the watch, she dawdled in it for almost an hour, and it was fifteen minutes before ten o'clock.
She didn't return, and quietly opened the door.
As expected, it was quiet outside. Chufa and Ms. Deng returned to their room. The lights in the living room were turned off, leaving only a dim light on the small bar in front of the kitchen.
Chuzhi decided that she would only stay for a while.
Just eat a cake and she will be back in twenty minutes.
Be back in ten minutes.
She glanced at her watch again, seized the time, casually put on a sweater jacket, grabbed the keys and mobile phone, put them in the pocket of her nightgown, and sneaked into the kitchen.
The cakes were all packed, Chuzhi opened the refrigerator again, and took out two crisper boxes. Holding the cake box, she was nervous, and gently opened the door and closed it.
The corridor was pitch-dark and silent. Chu Zhi was so frightened that she stomped her feet lightly, and the sensor light came on.
She trotted upstairs quickly, ringing the doorbell one after another.
Lu Jiaheng opened the door quickly, bowed his head, and looked at her in surprise.
The little girl was holding a big cake in her hand and several fresh-keeping boxes in her arms.
Lu Jiaheng leaned over and took the cake box and crisper in his hand.
Lu Jiaheng turned sideways and motioned her to go in.
It was a little cold outside, so Chu Zhi shrank her neck and entered the house.
He closed the door behind him, Chu Zhi took two steps forward, turned around, and looked up at him: "I won't disturb your rest, I'll just stay for a while and leave with a cake for you."
Lu Jiaheng put the cake and fresh-keeping box in his hand on the shoe cabinet: "Birthday cake?"
"Yes."
He lowered his eyes: "Your birthday?"
"Eighteenth birthday!" Their house was warm, Chuzhi took off his sweater jacket and hung it on the hook, picked up the cake and ran into the house.
She didn't wear slippers, she was barefoot, her feet were white, her toes were white, and she stepped on the floor.
Lu Jiaheng grabbed her wrist and pulled him back, squatted down at her feet, took out a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet, grabbed her slender ankle with one hand, and put them on her.
Chuzhi's ankle was grabbed by him, she shrank, her toes twitched, a little embarrassed, and protested in a low voice: "You let go, I will wear it myself."
He put both of them on her, got up, took the cake from her hand, entered the room, and put it on the coffee table.
Chuzhi followed him in, knelt on the plush carpet in front of the coffee table and pulled off the tape on the cake box, shaking her head: "I wanted to make it myself, but I couldn't do it, so I bought one."
"My parents don't eat cake, and neither do I. I want to bring it to eat with you."
"Go and fetch the crisper box. It contains the dishes that my mother cooked at night. Have you eaten dinner yet?"
"I picked a cheesecake. Do you eat cranberries? Actually, there were yellow peaches, but I picked them out and ate them secretly."
The little parrot seems to be very happy today, with a small mouth chattering.
Lu Jiaheng also sat on the ground behind her, he rubbed forward, his two long legs stretched forward, his long arms pulled her into his arms, hugged her from behind, his chin rested gently on her shoulder: "Eighteen years old?"
She had just taken a bath, and her body was fragrant, and she could smell it when she hugged her, mixed with some kind of sweet smell similar to milk or coconut.
Chuzhi took off the ribbon and pulled the cake out of it: "Yes."
He didn't know anything about his girlfriend's eighteenth birthday.
He sighed, sounding annoyed, "That's so important."
"Actually, it's not too bad. Both my parents had an earlier birthday, so it's a pass." Chuzhi turned her head sideways, smiling with crooked eyes, "so I'll only live with you at the age of eighteen."
"By the way, when is your birthday?"
"I must have learned to make cakes before your birthday. Do you like fruit cakes?"
Her limp body swayed in his arms.
Lu Jiaheng's eyelashes were slightly restrained, and he listened quietly, his heart seemed to be soaked in warm water.
He hugged her and was quiet for a while before he muttered, "I'm sorry, I don't know."
"I didn't tell you, it's alright," Chu Zhi didn't care, and remembered something, "Are you going to get off work so late in the future? I won't disturb you, I'll leave after ten minutes."
Lu Jiaheng sipped, her long legs bent slightly, and wrapped her whole body in his arms from the back from top to bottom, and tightened her arms around her, "No noise,"
"Don't go."
After a while, he whispered.