When Lu Yunian was young, he was not the only one in the family. They were originally three brothers. The second brother had a quarrel with his parents because of a woman and eventually ran away from home. He was Lu Xuezheng's grandfather. From then on, only Lu was recognized by the outside world. Language year.
The events of that year are still vivid in my mind...
"If you can't live without her, never come back! I won't admit that I have a son like you!"
A fierce quarrel came from the half-open door. The three-year-old girl hugged her mother's feet tightly, curled up her thin body and squatted beside the door, staring fearfully with her big bright eyes. Two people quarreling fiercely.
"I don't care about anything in the Lu family. If I were asked to give up on her, I would rather sever the father-son relationship with you!"
After the angry man dropped his words, he turned around and opened the door, picked up his beloved daughter, hugged his fragile wife beside him, and walked away without hesitation...
"You... stop for me... if you have the guts to leave, then don't come back!"
The old and majestic voice roared angrily, instantly echoing throughout the vast Japanese-style building... —
Then, a blood-stained scene filled the scene.
The little girl opened her eyes wide and watched a group of people moving her parents in and out!
She kept crying in fright: "Mom! Mom!" The little girl followed the crowd.
She held her mother's limp and unconscious hand tightly until the tears in her small pupils completely obscured her sight.
"Mom..." Her little feet slumped and she couldn't keep up with the crowd...
The petite body was crouched in the corner, crying loudly.
It’s the same dream again…
Lu Qingqing opened her eyes in shock, wiped the cold sweat from her head, and tears appeared in her eyes.
The nightmare she had when she was three years old was the dream of losing her loved one.
How many nights, always intermittent, lingering in her sleep...
Twenty years later, she still can't forget that fierce quarrel and cruel accident that made her afraid of human interaction and became an orphan who pretended to be optimistic.
Half leaning against the bed, she raised her eyes to look up at the crescent moon hanging high in the sky outside the window, and sighed deeply.
She sat up, put on her coat, walked to the easel aside, took a deep breath again, calmed her mind, picked up the drawing knife at hand, and began to draw out the gorgeous colors and the mysterious autumn eyes one by one.
Putting down the drawing knife in her hand, she took a deep breath of the fresh atmosphere in the mountains.
Slowly, a satisfied smile appeared on her pink face.
This is really her dream, a good place to rest her soul.
The heat steamed throughout the bathroom. Gu Suiyu stood in the mist and let the water wet his thick black hair. The hot water slid along his strong and muscular chest and fell on the sides of his strong and slender legs. A complex look flashed across his cold and handsome face. With a look on his face, he couldn't help but lower his head and curse harshly. His thoughts drifted back to tonight's family gathering.
In the mansion next to Yangde Avenue on Chunming Mountain, a private family dinner was filled with an unbearable low pressure.
Gu Suigu arrived late. This was his first time home in half a year.
When he mentioned home, his serious and deep face was full of disdain. To him, home was just a place where he struggled for power and gain. The same was true for his baby mother and the same was true for his mother.
Born in a single family of three generations, he has been a chess piece in his mother's hands since he was a child. He is the most effective weapon used to tie up his father, and he is also a thorn in his mother's side that she wants to get rid of quickly.
"Alas! Who is such a famous person? He made us all wait for so long!" The one who spoke was his little mother, Li Ruiyan. Her usual tone was to speak from her nostrils, swinging her enchanting waist, as usual Sitting next to my father.
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