Chapter III

The Lu family in Jiangnan has been rich from the Republic of China to the present, during the period of domestic turmoil, the ancestral wisdom moved to Italy, and when it subsided, he brought people back. According to legend, during their time in Italy, the Lu family had a close relationship with the mafia in order to fight for a place.

The current ruler of the Lu family is Lu Yu, he is the only one in his generation and his brother Lu Ying, a few generations ago, the old man who was the head of the family has only one sister, married into the Zhou family, and gave birth to Zhou Yongan and Zhou Yongning brothers, counting down one generation, Lu Yu is still unmarried and childless, and Lu Ying has two children, the eldest is in high school, and the younger daughter is still in the first year of junior high school.

Carefully calculated, the relationship between the Zhou family and the Lu family is not far away. It's just that the Zhou brothers were separated earlier and cut off contact with the Lu family, and in recent years, Zhou Yongan's family has had contact with the Lu family and recognized relatives, while Zhou Yongning's family is busy and doesn't care about these complicated relationships, so they didn't visit until they passed away.

When it comes to the Lu family, we must mention Second Master Lu.

The second grandfather of the Lu family, Lu Yu and Lu Ying, are half-brothers, Lu's father married a wife in his twenties when he was in his fifties, and he was old and strong and had a son. It is conceivable that the age gap between Lu Ying and Lu Yu brothers can already become father and son, and the relationship will not be too close. Master Lu is very fond of this son, although the younger son is not in good health, in the end, Master Lu still skipped the eldest son and handed over the family business to Lu Yu.

Lu Erye was born with a sick body, he never stopped taking medicine when he was young, and he was much better when he was a teenager, but his leg was lame. Fortunately, the Lu family is rich and has been treated properly, and now it is still okay to walk on the ground with both legs occasionally.

It's just that Lu Erye's temperament is not as good as those sick legs, not only is it difficult to approach, but his personality is also gloomy and will be revenged. Who called him rich and powerful in his hands, there are still a bunch of people who are scolding and sick behind their backs, and they are in line with each other.

Outsiders don't know that Lu Erye is really sick in the brain.

Lu Erye's condition has been unstable recently, his skin hunger and thirst cannot be satisfied due to the delusion of being killed, and his feelings are so manic and depressed that he urgently needs to find a breakthrough. If this continues, Dr. Qin is really worried that he will kill passers-by or himself with one shot, and he will have to shed some blood to calm his mind.

Fortunately, a game development company in the Lu family has developed a helmet for holographic online games, hoping to alleviate his condition in the game.

Every time he saw Lu Er, Dr. Qin was scared, for fear that he would know too many secrets and die if he couldn't get out. Fortunately, the old man had a hard life and survived to this day.

Qin Lao returned home exhausted, changed his clothes and muttered to himself, how good it is to come to someone to help him cure Lu and suppress that scourge, he is still not allowed to retire even when he is old. As soon as I went to the Taishi chair, the phone rang.

Zhou Dashao first reported to his home, and then made a request.

Qin Lao couldn't spare time recently, and he had to prevent the second master from getting sick at any time, so he thought about it for a while and gave a phone call from his own Gao Disciple Wei Nan.

After hanging up the phone, Qin Lao first went to Wei Nan to say hello, and Wei Nan personally called Zhou Huaixiu to briefly talk about the situation and make an appointment.

A few phone calls were over, and it was already half past nine.

Zhou Huaixiu pinched the bridge of his nose, took off his glasses, and went to his brother's room, the lights in the room had been turned off, he paused and went downstairs to get a cup of coffee and continued to go back to the study to start working.

In the dark room, Zhou Huaijing actually hadn't slept yet.

He couldn't sleep.

No matter who has just committed suicide and happens to be reborn at the saddest moment of his life, it is difficult to fall asleep.

The boy sat on the edge of the bed, habitually touching his neck, and whenever he was uneasy, he always relied on that thing for solace - but it was empty.

The fingers spasmed and dropped in frustration.

Twenty-seven years in the previous life, the first seventeen years grew up in the love of his parents, and the last ten years were sheltered in the arms of that person.

Although Zhou Huaijing was ignorant, he knew that as long as that person was there, he didn't have to listen to those foul words anymore, and he didn't have to be forced to play the piano in an unfamiliar environment to please others.

The man had blankets in every corner of the house, and soft cloths had been wrapped in sharp spots. He can walk around barefoot on the blanket as he pleases, and even if there is danger, the person will appear to protect him anytime and anywhere.

But he left suddenly, just like Mom and Dad.

Zhou Huaijing hung his head and looked at his hand through the dim light.

It's all to blame for pushing him away that day.

On a moonlit night, the strange smell of piping hot spread in the piano room.

The man in the smell of blood pressed him against the piano and traced his contours with his hot lips, from the thin eyelids, against the bridge of his nose, ambiguously against his lips.

A pair of calloused hands slipped into his clothes and caressed his waist passionately and vigorously.

His lips were bitten, and he tossed and turned, and the hot breath invaded his every breath.

The young man had never been treated like this, and his eyes trembled and widened, and he subconsciously pushed him away.

In the darkness, the beast gasped heavily, ready to pounce on him and bite him into his belly.

It was real, undisguised killing intent, intended to engulf all possessiveness.

Zhou Huaijing held the qin, at this moment, that person was so strange and terrifying, as if he had taken off the mask of hypocrisy, which made him want to run away.

After a long time, the man's breathing calmed down, and he whispered "I'm sorry", and the footsteps on the blanket became farther and farther away.

Zhou Huaijing lay back on the bed. He could see it, but he couldn't see his parents again, and he couldn't see the man.

When he finished with a silencer gun, he only had time to watch his mother push him away the next second, and the aftermath of the explosion knocked him away.

When you close your eyes, you can see the scene of your parents embracing each other, and the endless moonlight ringing in your ears.

He didn't know the man's face, he didn't know the man's name, he didn't know who he was.

Nothing is known except sound.

But he still wanted to find him.

The man who had become accustomed to being embraced in his arms and sleeping peacefully in his warm embrace lost sleep again on the second night in ten years without that person.