Lu Chuan followed behind and raised his hand to stop the green leaf.
His pale, slender yet bony fingers rested lightly on the textured green leaves. The strong conflict of colors made him look more like jade, and his whole body exuded a tranquil hue.
Then, Lu Chuan lowered his eyes to look at the leaf in his hand and replied in a low voice: "It's called Black Gold Philodendron."
I haven't been back for a month, and it seems like nothing has changed in this room, and yet it seems like everything has changed.
The living room was still bright and transparent, and the glass was still spotless. Beyond the simple and soft sofa, the terrace outside was still full of his flowers and plants, colorful and growing wildly.
Lu Jing put the box on the table in front of the entrance and said to him while opening the box:
"I've locked the gym. You're not suitable for strenuous exercise right now. Be more self-disciplined."
Lu Chuan nodded.
It doesn't matter whether it is locked or not. There were originally four bedrooms in the house, one was converted into a study, and one was converted into a gym. There were some basic equipment inside, but Lu Chuan was not the kind of person who indulged himself wantonly. He would not touch it in his current physical condition.
Lu Jing was still chattering:
"I asked the housekeeper to come to our house this morning to clean up. It's the same one you usually use. But you're in this condition now, so you need to find someone else to cook for you..."
She dug out a box of tea leaves, then stopped and asked him, "Ah Chuan, I know you don't like having people at home, but you can put your writing aside for a while and have a good rest. Otherwise, Mom will come over to accompany you."
"Need not."
Lu Chuan changed into slippers and walked over. He was 1.8 meters tall and had a good demeanor. At this moment, he raised his hand to help her take out the things in the box. The rubbing of his home clothes against his body made him fit the smooth curve of his spine and his thin waist.
"This place is too far from where you work. Hasn't the new house been transferred? You can take this opportunity to pack up and move in. It's close to the company and you can avoid traffic jams."
After thinking for a moment, he added, "I'm alone, plus I can do housework, so it's fine."
Lu Jing didn't know what to say.
In fact, she is not the type of person who is considerate of every detail. Her son has been like this since he was young. He just likes to be alone quietly. As long as there are people at home, he will not be able to calm down.
She was silent for a while, and there was nothing she could do, so she simply took out a box of tea, opened it, and changed the subject:
"Come here. The little girl roasted her own tea leaves. Mom knows you like Dancong tea more, but at least you should try this green tea. Don't let it down."
As soon as the tea bag was opened, a faint fragrance wafted to the face, like a clear spring in a mountain stream, silently permeating the space.
It made both of them feel relaxed and happy, very comfortable.
Lu Jing subconsciously pinched the bag: "Oh, it smells so good!"
Then he quickly ran to the kitchen, frantically found a cup, and turned on the water dispenser to get water.
Water of suitable temperature rushes into the cup, and the surging hot steam brings out the fragrance of tea.
When you get closer, it seems that even your eyes are comforted by the scent.
She raised the cup high, and then her heart was filled with joy: "Ah Chuan, look, this is good tea, the color is so beautiful."
Although these bud tips are not 100% pure bud tips and have one or two tender leaves, it does not affect its beauty and fragrance.
Lu Chuan walked over with a cup in his hand, his eyes fixed on the cup of slightly green tea, and he couldn't help feeling thirsty.
"Good tea!" Lu Jing was delighted, but now she hesitated:
"Such good tea, they sent you three kilograms at once, and they packed it so carefully... Ah Chuan, tell the girl that it's not easy for villagers to earn a little money, don't let her spend more money, this must be all carefully selected good tea."
Want to send a message
Lu Chuan hesitated. He now... didn't want to communicate with strangers.
However, Lu Jing didn't bother to wait for his response, and held the cup in a tangled manner: "The tea is so good, don't you think it's a bit too extravagant for me to send two boxes? How about we just send one box."
Three pounds, three gift boxes, each gift box contains five 2-liang iron cans.
The one or two boxes that Lu Jing originally mentioned were two gift boxes. But now, the one or two boxes she mentioned are these two taels of packaging.
But she struggled and hesitated, and finally the damn feeling of "feeling bad" overcame her reluctance, and she finally gritted her teeth and decided: "Give two boxes."
While mumbling to myself, I made excuses:
"If he doesn't like tea, it wouldn't be a waste to give him four ounces of tea... Besides, no matter how good his ham is, it can't be as good as our tea..."
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Lu Jing left, and the empty room became quiet again.
Lu Chuan took out the remote control, and the electric curtains made a "beep" sound and were slowly drawn up, plunging the entire room into darkness.
The night light in the corner turned on, but it only emitted a dim glow in that inch of space, making the dark figure in the glow look particularly lonely.
With the aroma of tea lingering in his mouth, he took out his phone and wanted to send a message to the girl who kept sending him things. However, when he opened WeChat, the top of the chat history was still his editor:
"Lu Chuan, how long will it take for the skin graft to heal? If it's within a month, I can still delay it."
"The company has received many offers for the copyright of your new book, but the highest bidder, this film and television company, only wants you to meet their little princess and have a meal with her."
"Do you understand what I mean? She is chasing a star. The star in her heart is you. But in your current state, I am afraid that this cooperation cannot be negotiated."
"It's really a very, very high offer. The company really needs such an opportunity."
"Your cooperation with the company has always been pleasant over the years, and we have spared no effort to promote your work. We are all looking forward to this cooperation."
"And the other party promised that they would never hold the copyright in their hands, but would start filming as soon as possible. When you were not famous before, those works were hoarded by others. Now is a good time."
"Lu Chuan, please consult a doctor and let me know if you have any news."
Lu Chuan closed his eyes and tilted his head back slightly.
The lines of his jaw were silky and smooth, his Adam's apple slid in the dim light, and his hanging arms were straight and long, bringing out the slight pain of the scars on his shoulders and back.
He chose to write to make himself happy. But now he is trapped by this job. Is it worth it
The fragrance of tea wafted in the air. He picked up the teacup and took a sip. His throat was instantly soaked by the sweet taste. It seemed as if he saw a lush forest and a leisurely life before his eyes.
His mind was clear.
Lu Chuan picked up the phone again, but this time he didn’t reply to the editor. Instead, he clicked on the message from Song Tan three days ago.
This time, he finally mustered up the courage:
"Thank you for the tea, I like it very much."