The author has something to say: See you tomorrow! Can anyone guess how Lu Ming got in? _(:з"∠)_ Let me rule out one answer first: it's not over the wall!
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Outside the community of Chi's Villa, Lu Ming was holding a bouquet of roses, standing in the heavy rain and waiting.
He had recorded the license plate in this community before, and the guard knew him, so he opened the window of the reception room and called him in to take shelter from the rain. Lu Ming thanked him politely, but did not go over.
The doorman was an uncle in his forties and fifties. He came here and shouted: "Even if you stand until the rain stops, no one will let you in! Boy, take shelter from the rain first, don't be so stubborn!"
Lu Ming didn't move.
The doorman clicked his tongue and closed the window.
In the heavy rain, Lu Ming lowered his head and saw that the rose in his arms was destroyed by the bean-sized raindrops, just like Chi Qiu who was hurt by himself back then, there was not even a place to shelter from the rain. Unable to bear it, he took off his suit jacket and covered it on the rose.
Not far away, a hurried figure called out to him.
Lu Ming vaguely saw it clearly, and took a step forward full of hope: "Aunt Su."
Aunt Su didn't even have time to take off her apron. Holding an umbrella, she trotted over, stepping on the spray all the way. With a short stature, she struggled to lift the umbrella up, and exclaimed in surprise, "It's raining so much, you're really still there!" She took advantage of the situation and stuffed a folding umbrella in her hand, urging Lu Ming to open it by herself.
Lu Ming mistakenly thought that Chi Qiu agreed with him to go in, and quickly opened the folding umbrella obediently.
Raindrops slid down the edge of the umbrella, and a handful of roses covered with a suit lined Lu Ming's chest, looking pitiful.
Aunt Su stared at Rose for a while, tightened her hands, and poured a basin of cold water on Lu Ming: "The young master really doesn't want to see you, he said he can't help you with your affairs, and he doesn't want to help."
Chi Qiu still misunderstood Lu Ming, and their misunderstanding could not be explained clearly in a few words.
After all, the previous deception was true, and so was the unspeakable love.
"Aunt Su, please convey it to me. I didn't come to him to ask him to do that for me. I..." There was a stone in his throat and he couldn't breathe. He said sincerely, "I want to Pursue him again, hoping he will give me a chance. But he doesn’t have to do anything, as long as he doesn’t hide from me.”
Lu Ming will do the rest.
"There are many other words, I wrote them all in that letter. If possible, can you pass them on to him for me?"
But from Aunt Su's point of view, Lu Ming might have suffered from "lost mind".
She said angrily: "Master Lu, let's not talk about anything else. Our young master is blind, so you wrote to him, aren't you poking his wound?"
Lu Ming was dumbfounded, of course he couldn't expose Chi Qiu's secret. He had no other choice, so he secretly stuffed the letter into the tea bag.
His voice fell to the ground with the sound of rain, and he admitted his mistake: "Sorry, I didn't think carefully..." At the end of the voice, there was the rustling of autumn.
Aunt Su worriedly looked at him who was trembling slightly in the heavy rain, and said cruelly: "Trust me to the young master, but he doesn't want it. Young master Lu, I didn't say it directly, you continue to be here, you are embarrassing me, and you are also embarrassing me." Master."
"..."
She shook Lu Ming's arm and softened her tone again: "Go back quickly, don't catch a cold."
The word had arrived, and she turned to leave.
As a result, the rose in Lu Ming's hand fell to the ground, and several petals fell off. Lu Ming grabbed her arm with one hand, not letting her leave.
Aunt Su turned her head back with a look of embarrassment on her face, and she motioned for Lu Ming to let go.
Lu Ming clenched his teeth, clutching at the last sliver of hope, and asked stammeringly, "Umbrella, this umbrella... is he giving it to me?"
"..."
Lu Ming's Adam's apple twitched, and the backs of his ears turned red. He desperately asked for an answer: "Aunt Su, did he give me the umbrella?"
If Aunt Su doesn't say anything, he won't let go.
Aunt Su couldn't resist him, and answered truthfully: "Yes."
Lu Ming's tense expression was relaxed for a moment, and he smiled suddenly, a very short smile, like a rain of sun that came and went quickly.
Holding the handle of the umbrella in his hand, he felt a trace of warmth. He let go of Aunt Su's hand, bent down to pick up the rose and the suit on the ground, with a gentle voice and infinite patience: "Today's rose is broken, so I can't send it to him. I will come back tomorrow."
Aunt Su looked at him in shock, as if Lu Ming was stupid and couldn't understand her words. She didn't want to say anything more to Lu Ming, she was afraid that she would do bad things with good intentions again and make things difficult for Chi Qiu.
Aunt Su sighed heavily, turned and walked away without looking back. When she arrived at the villa, she put away her umbrella and was about to enter the door—she suddenly remembered that Lu Ming's handwritten letter seemed to be still on the table in the front yard, and she hadn't had time to clean it up. She didn't care about anything, she opened the umbrella again and went over.
However, there was nothing on the table except wet rain.
Aunt Su frowned, and muttered: "It was here just now..." She searched back and forth, but still couldn't find it. However, she didn't think much about it, let alone suspect Chi Qiu who was a "blind man". She thought she was getting old and had a bad memory. Maybe it was because she had tidied up the tea set just now.
...
The rain was going fast, and when Lu Ming drove to his house, it had completely stopped.
Lu Ming got out of the car and brought out the co-pilot Rose.
Inside the house, Lu Fengshen just came out of a study room, holding a paintbrush in his hand: "I'm back."
"Um."
"Why is it still raining?" Lu Fengshen will stay at Lu Ming's house in the near future, taking care of his food.
For this reason, Lu Ming specially sorted out the vacant study room in a villa, and used it as a temporary painting studio for Lu Fengshen. Occasionally, Lu Fengshen would work in the study with dignity.
Now, Lu Fengshen stepped forward and took the rose in Lu Ming's hand without any surprise. Unfortunately, he said, "This rose follows you, and it's also 'a lot of trouble'. Seeing you like this, today is another day of no progress?"
Lu Ming was holding an umbrella in his hand. He didn't look very heavy. He cleared his throat.
Lu Fengshen didn't understand what he meant, and pointed to the umbrella stand at the entrance: "Put the umbrella on the umbrella stand, the part-time worker has just finished sanitation, you can see the water dripping all over the floor."
Lu Ming saw that Lu Fengshen was dull, so he had to confess on his own initiative. He happily put the umbrella away and said, "Chi Qiu gave me the umbrella."
"See you today?" Lu Fengshen asked hurriedly.
Lu Ming shook his head: "Although I didn't see it, Chi Qiu was afraid that I would get caught in the rain, so he asked Aunt Su to give me an umbrella. He will still worry about me, so I still have a chance."
Lu Fengshen was at a loss for words for a moment, feeling really sad for his nephew. He stepped forward and pushed Lu Ming, telling him to change clothes quickly: "Hurry up, don't catch a cold." After finishing speaking, he said, "If it really doesn't work, I'll go with you tomorrow. Your grandma is right , I didn’t report this matter without knowing it, and I was also an accomplice, so we have to apologize together.”
He thought that Chi Qiu would give him some thin noodles.
"No need." Lu Ming rebuffed straight away, "I admit my own mistakes. If you go over now, Chi Qiu will be angry instead."
The most urgent thing is to meet with Chi Qiu and have a conversation. At this point, Lu Ming is indeed a little anxious, and he has to think of a way.
In the evening, after dinner, Lu Fengshen had no time to enlighten Lu Ming, so he plunged into the study to paint. He has been more inspired in the past two days and has been concentrating on painting.
Lu Ming made a cup of tea and brought it to Lu Fengshen's study for Lu Fengshen. As soon as he entered, he saw a huge painting in the corner of the study.
Lu Ming thought for a few seconds, and asked uncertainly, "This is... "Re-engraved Spring Day"?"
Lu Fengshen paused his pen and couldn't help being surprised: "Do you still remember it?"
Lu Ming nodded, of course he remembered. This was painted by Lu Fengshen before he became famous. Although it is not outstanding and the brushstrokes are very immature, he was praised by himself who was only eight years old at the time, calling it a spring day in his brush.
At that time, Lu You, who was in a fairly good mental state, went abroad to visit his parents and brothers accompanied by Lu Rongtian and Lu Ming. With a gentle breeze in the afternoon, her gaze was gentle, and she and her son witnessed Lu Fengshen finish the painting.
It was the first time Lu Ming saw someone else's painting, he liked it very much, so he asked Lu Fengshen carefully if he could give this painting to himself as a birthday present later.
At that time, Lu Fengshen was sixteen years old, a half-grown boy. Facing a small admirer, he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and readily agreed.
In order to give the painting as a gift to Lu Ming, he searched for a long time in the warehouse by himself before finding a thick piece of fabric. After tossing and tossing for a long time, he packed "Re-enacted Spring Day" properly.
Unfortunately, Lu Rongtian didn't like it, and he didn't plan to take it back home with him. This so-called art made him feel suffocated, just like seeing Lu You when he was insane.
At that time, the sensible Lu Ming grabbed Lu Fengshen's hand for the first time, and with his uncle's company, he fought hard for himself. However, what he got in return was Lu Rongtian's more severe criticism.
The young Lu Ming had no choice but to obediently abandon it, and obediently accepted Lu Rongtian's accusation. In a family that lacks love, he has always been obedient and would not talk back.
Today, this painting is safely placed in the Lu family's villa.
Regarding this, Lu Fengshen's explanation was: "I originally sold this painting in the exhibition hall, but the second young master of Ji's family was arrogant and arrogant. He insisted on buying it from me without reason, and even clamored that he was not short of money. That attitude, It doesn't seem like I really like it, how could I sell it to him?"
In order to avoid Ji Yanchen's entanglement again and again, Lu Fengshen directly withdrew the painting, falsely claiming that he had found a buyer. And this painting is too big, it takes up too much space in the hotel where I live, and now it is just right in Lu Ming's villa.
He seemed to have realized something, and said with a smile: "Going around, this painting is still destined for you. But, you don't like these now, do you?"
However, Lu Ming grasped the point and answered the wrong question: "Ji Yanchen is not a person who appreciates paintings, he has no reason to pester you."
"That's not clear. Anyway, he said he was going to give it to someone, but he refused to say who he was going to give it to."
Lu Fengshen is a person who cherishes his works very much, and he is not short of money on weekdays, so he usually chooses the buyers when selling paintings. When encountering a person like Ji Yanchen who smells like copper and can only ruin art, he must avoid it, and he will not sell it for more money.
As soon as the words fell, Lu Ming suddenly stood in front of the painting and looked at it carefully.
He pursed his lips and understood.
While adding color to the drawing paper in front of him, Lu Fengshen asked, "Why do you become more and more strange after you recovered from your illness?"
Lu Ming didn't mind him muttering to himself, and asked, "Uncle, can I still give this painting to me?"
"Yes, yes, are you interested in these again?"
Lu Ming touched the frame with his hand: "I want to give it to Chi Qiu."
Lu Fengshen's paintbrush paused again, and he felt like he was going to have a heart attack: "You..." He suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, "You gave a painting to a blind man?"
"yes."
"..."
Lu Fengshen felt that Lu Ming would never be forgiven in this life.