After the funeral of Old Man Lu was completed, Lu Qinghan did not stay in the imperial capital for long.

The hospital where he works is in the South City.

There were still patients waiting for him over there, so he hurried back again.

Lu Yibei moved to Rongyuan and lived with Lu Qingchen.

After dinner in the evening, Lu Qingchen worked in the study as usual, and Lu Yibei studied in his own room.

Because the finals were going to be broadcast live on Saturday, Song Xingran practiced in the empty room for a while.

If you're not careful, it's late.

On the way back to the room, she saw that the light in Lu Qingchen's study was still on.

Song Xingran knocked on the door, but got no response, and opened it by himself.

Lu Qingchen was standing in front of the window, holding a cigarette in his hand, looking out the window.

She seemed to know that it was her who came in, so she didn't turn around.

"Brother Lu." Song Xingran shouted softly.

Lu Qingchen took a puff of cigarette, his eyes turned sideways slightly, and his thin lips opened slightly: "Just smoke one." ”

His voice was hoarse, as if he was discussing with her.

Song Xingran was stunned for a few seconds before he realized what he meant.

He's been smoking a lot in the past two days, and it's hard in his heart, right?

Looking at the tall figure standing by the window, his back looked a little lonely and sentimental.

It's so distressing.

Song Xingran didn't say anything, took a few steps forward, wrapped his hands around his waist, and gently hugged him from behind.

Lu Qingchen's body stiffened, and his eyes became darker and darker.

"I know you're sad in your heart, but birth, old age, sickness and death are the norm in the world, and each of us will come to this point. If you don't dislike it, I can lend you my shoulder. ”

Her voice sounded behind her, softly, as if to soothe a wounded child.

Lu Qingchen held one of her hands, then turned around.

Looking down at the little girl in front of him.

"Think I'm the same kid as Lu Yibei?"

In the past few days, the kid's eyes have been swollen from crying, and his eyes are not big.

Now it looks even smaller.

Song Xingran shook his head: "You are different from him, you are Lu Qingchen." ”

You can't cry when you want to, you will always be the strongest in front of others.

Lu Qingchen understood the meaning of her words.

He leaned against the wall with some weakness, holding a cigarette in one hand and hers in the other.

stared at her eyes and said slowly: "I seem to have never told you about the Lu family." ”

"Hmm." Song Xingran nodded.

She knew that he needed to talk now, and after pretending for a long time, she wanted to unload her baggage and take a break.

She was happy to be his audience.

"I was seven years old that year, and Lu Qinghan was only six years old. The woman had an affair and was found out by my father. ”

"My father loved her very much, begged her, said many, many kind things to her, and asked her to stay, hoping that she would look back at this home, but that woman, probably blinded by the so-called love. It is incumbent upon me to be with that man. ”

Speaking of the past, his tone was light and his eyes were calm.

Song Xingran knew that the woman in his mouth was referring to his biological mother.

"But my father won't let go, and he won't let go of death. He loved her miserably. ”

"Isn't it ridiculous, you say?" Speaking of this, Lu Qingchen hooked his lips lightly.

There was sarcasm in that smile.

Song Xingran grabbed his fingers and didn't make a sound.

Is it ridiculous? Not at all.

It's pathetic.

Lu Qingchen took a puff of cigarette and continued: "As long as my father doesn't let go, she can't leave." So she thought of many ways to force him. Two people are torturing each other like this. Or rather, it was my father who was suffering psychologically. It didn't take long for my father's mental state to go wrong. ”

"I still remember, that night, it was so quiet, I sat in the living room and read. Upstairs, gunshots rang out. ”

"My father committed suicide. To be precise, he wanted to force him to commit suicide and make the woman change her mind. But that woman may have wished he had died sooner. ”

"He died, lying in a pool of blood. When I ran up, Lu Qinghan stood beside his father's corpse with a dull expression. ”

"He witnessed the whole process. His father's blood was running down his feet, but he still seemed calm. ”

"At that time, he asked me a question."

"You're relieved when you're dead, aren't you?"

"It's hard to imagine a six-year-old child who watched his parents quarrel and his father die in front of him. I don't know what he was thinking at the time, he seems to have been quiet since he was a child. ”

"He didn't cry, he didn't make trouble, and neither did I."

Hearing this, Song Xingran's eyes were already red.

didn't cry or make trouble, what a psychological blow this kind of childhood caused them.

"And then?"

Song Xingran clenched his hand and asked out loud.

Lu Qingchen took a puff of cigarette, and then slowly exhaled the smoke ring, his eyes were deep.

"Later, Grandpa didn't embarrass the woman, and neither did we. Because that's the one the father loves. ”

"She's going to fly away with that man. And, took me. ”

"I thought she was going to take us both brothers, but that day, she only took me. When leaving, Lu Qinghan stood at the door, watching our car leave. He still didn't cry. ”

"It doesn't matter where I go. What can a seven-year-old ask for? I even thought that she would care about her children, and that one day, she would be able to go back. ”

"But when she got abroad, she and the man found a place to live."

"I don't know what the man told her, so she threw me down."

"Leave me alone in a foreign land."

"What? She left you alone abroad? You were so young at the time, what the hell was her heart made of? ”

Song Xingran's heart tightened, and even the decibel of his voice was a few points higher.

"Yes, to throw a seven-year-old child abroad, without relatives, without half a penny on him. This is undoubtedly an attempt to make me die abroad. ”

"At that time, I relied on a memory better than ordinary people to find where they lived."

"But I watched her and the man drive away."

"Before my grandfather found me, I went to help people distribute flyers and slept on the main road......"

"During those days, I gradually became less talkative, less smiling, and unwilling to communicate with the outside world."

"After being picked up by my grandfather, the doctor diagnosed that it was autism."

He said it lightly, and even a smile hooked at the corner of his mouth.

Song Xingran suddenly hugged him, his throat choked a little.

It turns out that this is the cause of autism.

She couldn't imagine how much a seven-year-old child had to suffer in a foreign country.

She was distressed, and it hurt so badly.

Lu Qingchen touched her head with one hand and said comfortingly: "It's all over." I'm fine. ”

Song Xingran's tears rolled down and buried his face in his chest.

Lu Qingchen looked at the cigarette that was about to run out, and said in a hoarse voice: "For so many years, grandpa has been my only elder, both father and mother, but I didn't take good care of him. ”

He hugged her tightly, his head buried in her neck.

After a long time, he said in a deep voice: "Dye, I only have you." ”

(End of chapter)