"Hello!" A gentle female voice came from the phone.

"Sister Tan, I'm Xiaojing, I'm looking for my dad." Lu Jing immediately heard the voice of the special care Xiao Tan on the other end of the phone.

Xiao Tan is twenty-eight years old and has very few words. Since her grandfather, their family has been working as a guard for the old man, and when they came to her, because she was studying medicine, and the old man also trusted their family, they transferred her to be a special nurse.

"Xiaojing, the chief is not at home! Went out early in the morning. Xiao Tan said with a smile.

"Oh--, is my mom there?" Lu Jing asked with a trembling right hand, he had already called his eldest brother's house just now, but no one answered.

"Wait a minute!" Xiao Tan said a word, put the phone on the table, and went to call Ms. Luo.

Ms. Luo is Lu Jing's mother, and now she has retired from her position at the division level of the army and is at home to concentrate on taking care of the old man's life.

"Hey--, Xiaojing?"

The familiar voice on the phone seemed to have become unreal, and after twelve years, he suddenly heard his mother's voice, Lu Jing's nose suddenly became sore, his throat became extremely dry, and he couldn't make a sound for a long time.

"Mom--, it's me" Lu Jing's tears couldn't help but roll down his face, "I'm Xiaojing, Mom." ”

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, but he hasn't reached the sad place.

I think of my mother's love for me in my previous life, my meticulous care in life, and my tolerance when I make mistakes. Lu Jing finally couldn't help crying.

"Woo---!"

When my mother was fifty-six years old, she died of illness due to the death of her father. At this moment, hearing his mother's peaceful and kind voice again, Lu Jing was in a state of agitation and cried bitterly.

It's like a three-year-old child who has been wronged, and when he sees his mother, he cries loudly.

This is the catharsis of all kinds of hardships, difficulties, and grievances that Lu Jing has suffered for more than ten years since then, and the catharsis of his love after seeing his dearest mother, and the catharsis of completely letting go of the mask.

"You kid, what are you crying about? What's wrong, Mom is here! Ms. Luo heard her son crying on the phone and hurriedly said. This little son is the heart of her and Lao Lu. When you are old, you love it very much.

"No, nothing happened!" Lu Jing wiped a handful of tears and snot with his hands, took the love into his hands, and said in a choked voice, "Mom, I have an urgent matter with my eldest brother, and his phone at home can't get through." ”

Ms. Luo counted down on the phone and said: "You kid, don't look at what time it is, your eldest brother and sister-in-law are both people who participate in work, how can they be at home at this time." What a hurry? Lu Jing, who had just finished reading his life, was in a mood, and he obviously forgot about this stubble.

Lu Jing sniffed and said, "It's not a good thing, it's not clear on the phone, I need to meet and talk." ”

Ms. Luo smiled and said: "How old a child is, you have to calm down when you encounter something, when Lao Lu went to the battlefield at that age, I didn't see him panic." In this way, if you come to the house for dinner in the evening, I will call your brother later and ask him to come to the house for dinner in the evening. Don't cry, you're eighteen years old, how can you still look like a child. ”

Lu Jing was also embarrassed to cry out loud because of his sudden loss of control, scratched his head, and asked, "The old man is also there, right?" ”

Ms. Luo smiled: "Of course, what, I don't want your mother, but I think of your old man." ”

Lu Jing smiled with tears in his eyes: "That's not it, I want the old man to help me with what I want to say." ”

After chatting with his mother for a few words, Lu Jing settled down a little and hung up the phone. Looking at the time, it was only 4:10 p.m., and it was just in time to go home to eat.

Walking out of the towering school gate of No. 4 Middle School, the four big characters of "Dinghai No. 4 Middle School" written by the famous calligrapher Zhang Dabai made a bronze medal, which was erected above the school gate, shining under the sun, silently watching one face after another enter No. 4 Middle School and leave No. 4 Middle School.

During school hours, there are very few pedestrians on the quiet Hudong Road in front of the door. Lu Jing glanced at Swallow Mountain on the left, a blue taxi with an "empty car" sign was driving from the bend at the foot of the mountain, and Lu Jing hurriedly waved his hand. There is still a distance from No. 4 Middle School to the old man's current residence, Jinyuan Villa, Lu Jingzi will not walk back, his monthly living expenses are generous, and there is no pressure to take a taxi.

The taxi stopped at the entrance of No. 4 Middle School, and a young girl rushed down from the taxi. The bangs are on the forehead, the eyes are very aura, the slightly round face is slightly sad, wearing a pale white short-sleeved shirt, the hair that is not tied up hangs down the shoulders at will, the snow-white neck is hung with a silver pendant, the collarbones are charming, a pair of pink lotus-like arms, and the white wrist is with a delicate women's watch, and the body is good. The blue skinny jeans wrap around her straight and slender legs, showing off the perfect leg shape.

The girl's youthful vitality has faded away from the youthfulness and beauty unique to high school girls.

Lu Jing secretly praised in his heart: "What an outstanding beauty." ”

"Karma--! A red Ferrari speeding from the intersection on the right suddenly stopped in the middle of the road, and its excellent braking performance allowed the car to move forward only slightly. The friction of the tires against the ground makes a grinding sound.

"Hi, beauty!" A handsome man lowered the window, poked his head out of the window, and greeted the beautiful woman. A woman can still be seen faintly in the passenger seat of the Ferrari.

The beautiful woman glanced at the handsome man in the Ferrari in disgust, and then glanced sideways at Lu Jing, who was staring at her intently, raised her head, kicked her high heels, and walked into No. 4 Middle School.

"Look, I've never seen a handsome guy!" The man who was bored couldn't get accosted, stared at Lu Jing and said a word, sat back in the car, started the red sports car, and rushed forward.

Lu Jing frowned, this was going to be put on hold in his previous life, and he could rush up and smash this Ferrari now.

"----!" The red Ferrari tires emitted white smoke, and with a rapid drifting action, they were thrown into the private high school diagonally opposite the No. 4 Middle School, the Beijing Yinghua International School, the best private aristocratic school in Beijing.

"Sports cars are awesome!" The blue taxi driver sighed, "Little brother, can you go?" ”

Lu Jing was still thinking, who could this be? He has been in the fourth middle school for almost two years, and he is basically familiar with the gentlemen on the ground. He felt a little familiar with this person's appearance, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Hearing his brother's urging, Lu Jing sat in the car, smiled, and said, "Master, go to Jinyuan Villa." "That brother thought he had met a Kanye, and thought, do you want to live there, as for being scolded by a student who drives a Ferrari? I would have killed him a long time ago.

He turned his head and smiled: "Little brother, I can't get into that place." You see...."

"Forget about that." Lu Jing said: "Then just stop at Ningshui Street." ”

"Howler!" The brother said yes and started the car quickly.

…

Jinyuan Villa is located at the foot of the mountain in Dongcheng District, a suburb of Beijing, with pleasant scenery and suitable for recuperation and living. The red tile and blue wall are solemn and atmospheric, and two guards standing guard with bayonets at the door silently tell the majesty and power of this place in the night.

Lu Jing took out the pass from his pocket and passed the guard post. Rows of villas are nestled in the green pine trees, the air in the villa area is fresh, quiet and surprising, and there are occasional cars in and out, all of which drive slowly and low-key. From the main entrance, turn right and walk 2 intersections, and there is Villa 5 with excellent environment.

"Mom---" Lu Jing, who entered the door, was excited and couldn't wait to shout. Before Ms. Luo's voice came, a majestic voice came down from the second floor, "Naughty and mischievous!" Come up on me! ”

Lu Jing was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect the old man to come back. Normally, he doesn't come back until at least half an hour later. The old man's tone was not good, and Lu Jing was a little confused.

Ms. Luo walked out of the kitchen with an apron, wiped her hands on the apron, and said with a smile: "Xiaojing, I'm back." Come, show my mother, have you lost weight this month? ”

Lu Jing stepped forward, hugged Ms. Luo, and said, "Mom---! "A thousand words, at this point, Lu Jing can't say a word.

"You kid! Grow up! Okay, Mom still has to cook. Ms. Luo smiled and pushed Lu Jing away, her son was extremely happy about her son's closeness to her, and knocked Lu Jing's head, "Little ghost, your teacher's phone calls have all reached home." Hurry up and go up, your dad is waiting for you. Dinner will be fine for a while. ”

Lu Jing was inexplicable, he didn't know that the teacher called home and said, "Mom, what's the matter?" ”

Ms. Luo smiled and said, "What's the matter, you don't know it yourself!" During the Chinese New Year, I said to give you a blind date, you don't want it, why did you secretly write love letters to girls now? ”

Lu Jing felt that his scalp was numb, and one of the embarrassing things in his memory was that he was rejected when he wrote a love letter to Yang Wanting, the school flower, in his sophomore year of high school, and as a result, the family knew about it, and he was teased for a long time by his mother and uncles who often came and went at home.

Seeing her youngest son standing stunned, Ms. Luo smiled and pushed Lu Jing: "Okay, go up!" Your dad told you. Do you still pretend to be stupid for your mother? ”

Lu Jing made a bitter face, pointed upstairs, and said, "Mom, then your meal has to be cooked quickly, the old man's aura is uncomfortable!" ”

Ms. Luo said, "Don't be afraid! Then he shouted upstairs, "Old Lu, don't scare your precious son!" ”

Lu Jing laughed in his heart. Mom is like this, the old man must not be able to put on a stinky face. Mom is the pulse of the old man.

Sure enough, the old man's momentum on it weakened a lot, and he said loudly: "Let him come up, he is spoiled by you." ”

"Ho--, you also have a credit for this!" Ms. Luo choked the old man again.

After speaking, Ms. Luo Nunu said to Lu Jing: "Son, it's not a big deal to write a love letter, your father wrote it to me back then." ”

Lu Jing felt a hot current in his heart, it felt good to be cared for by his mother again, and said with a smile: "Mom, then I'll go up first." With that, he went upstairs.

The old man has been fighting horses all his life, crawling out of the sea of corpses and blood, the momentum is not for fun, he is really going to start a fire, and his scalp feels like it is going to crack when he stands in front of him. Sweating is light, Lu Jing heard that when the old man was angry, the people below were all trembling, and they could hardly stand. Those are real men who have seen blood! However, the old man treats people very well, and his calligraphy is extremely good, which is very popular with the older generation.

However, although the old man's tone was stern, Lu Jing himself estimated that the probability of him being really angry was not large, after all, he was not molesting female classmates or bullying others, he was just writing a love letter.

Lu Jing pushed open the door of the study.

An old man in a gray cloth Tang costume sat on a wide dark red yellow rosewood official hat chair, with gray hair and a straight appearance, sitting upright in the chair. It is Lu Jing's 66-year-old father.

The old man sat on a chair with a blank face and drank tea. The best Wuyi Mountain big red robe is fragrant and pleasant.

Seeing this posture, Lu Jing smiled in his heart.