The white dove's face flushed at a visible rate.

Like a ripe peach, it makes people want to go up and take a bite.

Lu Yuanhe, who was fascinated, didn't notice the expression of Lu Mingrui, who had just turned around after making a phone call, and was so shocked that his jaw was about to fall to the ground.

What kind of person is his eldest brother, he is notoriously unapproachable. In the circle of the rich son's brother, more than a dozen people privately tentatively inquired about Lu Mingrui and asked Lu Yuanhe's "orientation".

It's annoying to be asked too much, coupled with Lu Yuanhe's serious cleanliness habits, women are not allowed to approach at all, so that Lu Mingrui gradually can't get it......

At this time, seeing Lu Yuanhe's beauty in his arms, he smiled intoxicated, and one of the ten unsolved mysteries of Lu Mingrui's life was solved in an instant. The next time someone asks, he will definitely go back solidly, my eldest brother is a big one! Straight! Man!

Seeing that the eldest brother and sister-in-law got up to leave, Lu Mingrui hurriedly said to stay, "Big brother and sister-in-law, don't go, let's sit down for a while, I'll order something." As he spoke, he glanced around at the booth where Lu Yuanhe and Bai Ge were sitting just now.

"Big brother, a glass of lemonade and a non-alcoholic drink, are you two high school students?"

"Your sister-in-law can't drink, drinking will, mistakes, things." After finishing it word by word, there was a clear smile in the eyes of the white dove.

Lu Mingrui wanted to rub his eyes, is this still his big brother with a cold and unsmiling aura?

Brother, did you get the wrong script?

Lu Yuanhe turned his head to look at Lu Mingrui, and returned to his old look. "Let's go first. You play. ”

"Huh? ......" and then nodded wildly as if he suddenly realized: "Go, go, what's worth a thousand dollars." ”

I thought to myself, this handful of dog food, I ate it willingly.

……

got into the car, Lu Yuanhe obviously hadn't lifted this article yet, "You have to be willing to gamble and lose." ”

"Didn't they all say that they would accompany you to see your family on the weekend?"

"That's the clause written in the contract, how can it be considered a winning bet." Lu Yuanhe narrowed his eyes, this expression always made Bai Ge feel dangerous, and he couldn't help but be vigilant.

"And what do you want?"

Lu Yuanhe leaned over and looked at the white pigeon: "I want you." ”

The white dove was silent.

It's not that I don't understand, it's just that I can't respond, so I have to be silent.

Scared again? A trace of disappointment flashed in Lu Yuanhe's eyes, "Tease you, I said, I want your rest time, let's go back to the old mansion to pick out the gifts for grandpa." ”

……

The machine is about to start, and the white pigeon can't sleep anxiously every day.

The whole person lost weight, as if a burst of rose fragrance could blow her away.

couldn't bear to let the white pigeon cook again, so Lu Yuanhe found someone to take care of the white pigeon's three meals a day.

Of course, nominally, the maid came to take care of Lu Yuanhe's three meals a day, and he said that he couldn't stand the smell of oil smoke in the room, so he asked the maid to go to Bai Ge's kitchen to cook it.

So, it is logical to eat with the white dove every day.

During this time, Lu Yuanhe's mouth was fed, and he never had a bad stomach again, and all the soup and water boiled by the white pigeon were absorbed, and he was comfortable with ironing everywhere.

Although he would love to eat the food cooked by the white pigeon.

But after thinking about it, I still held back.

On this day, the white pigeon ate a few bites of rice and put down his chopsticks again.

Lu Yuanhe saw it in his eyes and frowned.

This hasn't been turned on yet, and I'm going to starve my wife to lose weight. That's not going to work.

Lu Yuanhe paced to the white pigeon's study, she was under the lamp, burying her head in writing.

"What are you writing about?"

The white pigeon reluctantly raised his eyes from the notebook, "I'm writing a diary." ”

"Oh?"

In Lu Yuanhyuk's circle, everyone's notes are dense schedules, to-do lists, and various meetings and socials that fill the time.

He hadn't heard the term "diary" in a long time. When was the last time you heard it? It may be when Lu Mingrui declares his sovereignty and proves that he has grown up.

He was suddenly a little curious about the contents of the White Dove's diary. Will there be him?

Will they write their first time?

Come to think of it, in the information of the white pigeon she saw, she has been alone since she was a child, except for Qin Jianan, she has no other friends, let alone peers from relatives.

I must have been lonely, growing up like this.

I really need a diary, so let's talk about it for a long time.

Thinking that his white pigeon grew up so rarely, Lu Yuanhe felt uncomfortable.

"It's been two days since it was turned on, right?"

The white pigeon stopped his pen and nodded. His arms were propped up on the desk, his hands were holding his face, and he couldn't stop frowning.

"What are you worried about?"

"Of course, I'm worried that I won't be able to act."

"I mean specific worries. When I encounter a complex and difficult thing, I will break it down into a few steps and overcome it step by step. What are the specific things you're worried about? ”

The face of the white pigeon is slightly bulging because of holding it, and the upper and lower lip flaps are one by one, like a little goldfish with big eyes.

"I'm afraid that I won't perform well and forget my words when the time comes."

Lu Yuanhe picked up a thick script from the desk, which was already covered with colorful post-it notes, and also marked it with several colors of markers.

On the desk, there are several copies of the same script.

"You've worked so hard, do you still have no confidence in yourself? Didn't you get a scholarship every year, I heard that you studied very well. ”

The white pigeon, who was worried about the gloomy clouds, didn't think to ask Lu Yuanhe how he knew, but continued, "I'm also worried that because of my poor performance, I can't shoot a lot of films, which will slow down the progress and hold everyone back." ”

In fact, Zhuo Lao has already read the script and given Bai Ge a lot of advice and guidance. After Zhuo Lao's pointing, Bai Ge has a deeper understanding of the characters, and can even independently divide the emotions of the characters into several layers and express them one by one.

But she was still worried.

Lu Yuanhe sat down on the single sofa in the study, rubbed the soft script paper that had been turned in his hand, and slowly spoke:

"A Zen master I respect, who lives in France, has a nice name for that place, which is called Plum Village. One thing that the Zen master who goes there will do is to look for stones.

Find a stone that you think has the most eye-catching edge and carry it with you. Touch it with your hands often, put all your attention on your fingertips, feel the feeling of your hand when you come into contact with the stone, and savor the moment.

The Zen master said that this is the practice of focusing on the "why of the moment". There is at least one thing a day, and you can do it as if you were touching a stone, no matter what you do.

I thought since you like to keep a diary, why not use a pen and write down your feelings. Write down one thing every day and feel what it's like to do it.

Through writing, you can reconstruct the feeling of the time, and don't miss any details. Maybe it will help you. ”

The white dove nodded as if he didn't understand.

Her eyes were shining, and Lu Yuanhyuk's heart was ...... Itchy.

It was supposed to be a serious moment, but he said in a ghostly manner:

"Would you like to give you an example?"

"Examples? What examples? ”

Before the white pigeon could react, Lu Yuanhe had already walked to the desk, gently picked up the white pigeon's bangs, leaned over, and kissed the white pigeon's forehead.

Gently and skillfully, as if it had broken a fragile object.

I kissed it lightly.

"Today, you can try to remember and savor this moment with your heart. This is a pebble for you. ”

The white dove thought he would be annoyed, but he didn't.

Throughout the night, she reminisced about that moment.

His eyebrows, his deep voice, the cool touch of his fingertips, and the softness of his thin lips.

The white pigeon had a good night's sleep for the first time, undisturbed by the imagination of the failed shooting.

……

The old mansion of the Lu family is a manor with a history of 100 years.

It's a two-and-a-half-hour drive from the city.

When the Rolls-Royce Phantom drove into the manor's gates, the servants of the old mansion were already there.

As far as the eye can see, within the huge arch, is an open turquoise lawn and an infinitely high blue sky. The lawn undulates and stretches to both sides, and it is carefully tended by a special person at a glance. Driving around a large grape trellis, there is an artificial lake in which swans sing cross-necked.

So much so that when the car stopped steadily at the door, the white pigeon thought it had come to the palace.

Before getting out of the car, Lu Yuanhe took the hand of the white pigeon and said solemnly: "Today, you may work hard." Don't listen to ugly words, don't say if you don't want to speak, I'm here. If you are upset, I will compensate you. ”

The white pigeon squeezed Lu Yuanhyuk's hand.

Gently.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yuanhe was as careful as a hair and thorough.

There were gifts in the car that two people went to choose in the morning, and it was said that it was selected by two people, and it was basically Lu Yuanhe who was in charge. He chose an inkstone for his grandfather, a pearl necklace for his mother, a tie clip for his father, and even prepared gifts for his second uncle and aunt and housekeeper Lao Shen.

The most important thing is that these gifts selected by Lu Yuanhe are not expensive.

The white dove was grateful.

With Lu Yuanhe's gift and attitude, he bought an expensive gift, and the Lu family must have felt that it was Lu Yuanhe's money and did not receive the love of the white pigeon.

But Lu Yuanhe was silent, just like he knew that the white pigeon would insist on swiping his own card, and silently chose the one that the white pigeon could afford.

Quiet gentleness.

This sentence suddenly popped up in the white pigeon's heart.

She wanted to write down the feelings in her heart at this time as today's pebbles.

"Let's go."

The housekeeper had already opened the car door, and Lu Yuanhe covered his hand again, slowly using force.

After a long time, Bai Ge recalled that day, and really hoped that he had not met the second son of the Lu family a few days ago, and he did not agree to return to the old mansion with Lu Yuanhe in a daze.

If she could turn back the clock, she would rather not be here.

In my lifetime, I will be a loving couple, only each other, regardless of other ......