The weather in summer always changes quickly. It is clear that the sky is full of sunshine one moment, and the next moment is covered with dark clouds.
The big drops of rain are like the tears of a collapsed woman, dense and fierce, but irregular.
Passers-by hid from the rain one after another, and taxi drivers also took the opportunity to start business at this time. It was obviously not a prosperous town, and at this time, it was even more difficult to find a taxi than in the second ring road of a big city.
Luo An was a little helpless and a little panicked looking at the street with almost no people, and the thin shirt was soaked by the rain. Coupled with the sultry summer weather, it felt extremely uncomfortable to stick it on his body.
He didn't expect to run away from home and die like this. He didn't even know how to get home, and he didn't have a penny with him, not even money to make a phone call.
He didn't know that if he went to the police for help, would everyone know about Master Lorgar running away from home
Moreover, he really didn't want to see those hypocritical faces.
How embarrassing is it to run away from home in that kind of circle? He hates those baseless idol TV dramas the most. Those young masters seem to only chase after women. Those people don't know what high society is. How can the heirs of the real high society fall in love with Cinderella so easily? Never know what is profit, what is market, what is reality
For example, isn't my current father married to a famous lady? Maybe not Miss Mingjia, but a divorced woman from Mingjia.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it didn't seem to stop. It was indeed strange for a fourteen or fifteen-year-old boy to walk on the empty street.
A black sports car slowly appeared on the street. The man sitting in the back seat happened to be looking at the street view outside the window. Seeing the young man looking embarrassed in the rain, he raised his eyebrows in surprise and asked the assistant sitting beside him, "What is this?" Does the child look familiar?"
The assistant took a closer look, "An Jue, that seems to be the young master of the Luo family, why is he here?"
The man carefully looked at the young boy in the rain. He was indeed very similar to the young master of the Luo family he saw at the banquet last time. He closed his eyes, "Don't worry about it."
"Yes," the assistant seemed to have understood the habits of men, and replied with an unchanged expression, but glanced at the boy on the street from the corner of his eye.
The moment the car passed by the young man, there was a loud thunder in the sky. The man opened his tired eyes and saw the young man fell to the ground. He frowned and said, "Stop the car."
In this weather, the paparazzi shouldn't be so dedicated, right
When he got out of the car, he thought mockingly, the assistant behind him opened the umbrella for him, even so, his trousers were still stained with dirty muddy water.
Luo An blinked, and looked at the man walking in front of him in confusion. Occasionally, someone ran past him in a hurry, but no one of the pedestrians who were busy hiding from the rain paid attention to the man and the boy.
The man was very handsome, and the clothes he was wearing were decent, and he had the aura of a high-class man in his hands. Luo An looked at the man who walked in front of him suspiciously, did he know himself
"Mr. Luo Xiao," the man's tone was a little cold, even alienated. He looked down at him who fell into a mess, which made Luo An feel extremely embarrassed.
"Can you stand up?" The man stretched out his hand and said calmly, as if he didn't see his embarrassment, "Get in the car with me."
Luo An was startled, "What are you going to do?"
The man looked him up and down, and said coldly, "You look like this, even if I were a kidnapper, I wouldn't lay hands on you."
Luo An remembered that the man called himself Mr. Luo Xiao, which was different from others calling himself Young Master Luo, and was less flattering. He hesitated. Could it be that this man knew his father
The rain ran down his forehead and into his eyes. He felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help reaching out to wipe it off, but when he saw the muddy water on his hands, he froze.
The man picked him up, threw him into the car behind him, closed the door, and said to the driver in front, "Now drive to the S restaurant, and send him home first."
"However, you still have a play tonight..."
"Ask the director to change the scene," the man took out his handkerchief and threw it to Luo An, "I need to rest today."
The assistant looked at the dark shadows around his eyes and knew how tired he was, so he stopped talking so that he could have a good rest.
Luo An took the handkerchief and wiped the rainwater from his face, thinking disdainfully in his heart, he was just a starlet, what's the big deal.
The car drove for almost a whole night. Luo An didn't sleep all night, but the man sitting next to him fell asleep with his eyes closed. He looked at the man's handsome profile and thought a little dissatisfied, how could this man be so good-looking
After the Luo Anbei man was delivered home, his father did not blame him, but he was not very happy, but his stepmother was very happy when he saw the man who sent him home, and even took a photo with the man. At the moment, the stepmother has no noble resting behavior, thinking disdainfully, she is just a man who relies on his face to make a living, what's so great about it
"Xiao An is ignorant, and she even made such a fuss. Please trouble Mr. Jing." His father's attitude towards men is also very friendly, which surprised Luo An. His father has always disdained entertainers in the entertainment industry, but he would treat this man so special
"Mr. Luo is polite, just passing by," the man smiled like a spring breeze, and looked sideways at Luo An, "What's more, Mr. Luo Xiao is still a child. I hope Mr. Luo will think more about education. It's getting late. It's time for me to go back to the set." After the man finished speaking, he smiled and stood up.
"Mr. Jing, about this endorsement..."
Before the father finished speaking, the man's cell phone rang, and the man smiled apologetically at his father, "I'm sorry, Mr. Luo, you can contact my agency first for the endorsement issue. I have to rush back to the set now, please excuse me."
Seeing the disappointment and apologetic smile on his father's face, Luo An became more and more suspicious. This man is not just an entertainer. Why would his father tolerate him so much
And he didn't understand why the man had such a warm smile when he was clearly indifferent to him, so that everyone who saw him couldn't help but fall into this smile, making people feel the sincerity in his smile
The indifferent him, or the gentle and elegant him like an aristocrat in front of his father, which one is the real one
During dinner time, the indelible smile on his stepmother's face made him more and more curious about that man, and he couldn't help asking during the meal time, "Dad, who is that man?"
This time, his father didn't accuse him of being rude at mealtimes, and even his stepmother still smiled without a trace of displeasure.
"He is Jing Anjue, the emperor in the entertainment circle." The stepmother put down the knife and fork in her hand, took the towel brought up by the servant, wiped her hands, and smiled, "The trump card of the product spokesperson." She looked at Luo An's face "He is also the most perfect man in the hearts of all women."
The stepmother hardly praised people directly, let alone just an entertainer, how could this man get such a good evaluation
"Don't doubt his status," the stepmother stretched out her slender white fingers, shook them slightly, and made a gesture of disapproval, "Even a businessman should be proud of his endorsement."
Luo An began to understand how high this man was, but he always remembered the feeling of a man looking down on him, indifference, alienation, and indescribable aloofness. Why is this man not like what his stepmother said.
Then he continued to study in the aristocratic school, and he often heard some girls discussing that man. When those aristocratic ladies mentioned that man, they didn't have the slightest aristocratic manners, just like his stepmother who had to maintain elegance at all times.
On his fourteenth birthday, among the gifts he received was a collection of that man's works.
Unable to restrain his curiosity, he inserted the CD into the computer and waited for the screen to appear.
A beautiful picture appeared on the screen, a clean balcony with a pot of elegant gardenias on it, a man in a white shirt sat down on the balcony, holding a thick book in his hand, flax-colored broken hair stickers In the ear, the man looks clean and beautiful.
The camera zoomed in, the man slowly raised his head, looked at the camera, and suddenly smiled slightly, as if smiling into the heart of the person.
The camera turned again, and it turned out that a gardenia flower in the flower pot had already opened, and the snow-white petals were half-opened and half-closed, giving people a kind of pure beauty.
Slender and clean fingers gently touched the snow-white petals, and the man's light but longing voice came out, "The flowers you gave me have bloomed, why haven't they come back?"
The screen turned black, and Luo An turned off the TV. In the darkness, there was anxiety in his eyes. Is that man really not afraid of the day when his mask will be revealed
He began to pay attention to the reports of men, the activities he participated in, and even his love life.
The man's scandals are endless, but the women who are with him will always be attacked. Fans crazily attack any woman who is close to the man. He is thinking, if this man gets married, how many women will collapse
Later, it was reported that the man was killed by a female star in his villa. On that day, he even thought he had heard the biggest joke in the world. That man was not the type that women like the most, so how could he be killed
However, at that time, he didn't understand love, let alone the madness of a woman's love to the depths. A man is really dead.
Will he still look at the man's work, and then watch the world gradually forget that man, even the emperor in this circle, will he still be submerged in the torrent of time
When he entered the entertainment circle and changed his stage name to Luo Yanqian, he realized what that seemingly glamorous circle looked like. Even with family power, his journey was not smooth sailing. The man who used to be like an emperor was What kind of journey did you go through to get to that step
But he will never know, because that man has been buried in the ground, slowly, little by little, being forgotten.