know the enemy

The first time Lu Jia met Mu Wenran was in the attic on the second floor of Mu's house.

Mu Wenran stood upstairs, and he stood downstairs with his head raised.

He was 11 years old that year, wearing a white padded jacket, a red scarf, and a hat on his head. The first time Mu Wenran looked downstairs, he saw this red and white dumpling.

Mu Wenran went downstairs, and the group's head moved accordingly.

Mu Wenran's second uncle laughed muffledly, and helped Lu Jia pull off the hat. Lu Jia untied the scarf by himself, and thought he was observing Mu Wenran secretly, but his eyes were big and round, and Mu Wenran just glanced at him. I saw him looking at himself.

"Wen Ran is on vacation?" Mu Xianming asked knowingly, "This is my colleague's child, take him to play for a while." Mu Xian gently pushed Lu Jia from behind: "Go, go and play with brother."

Lu Jia looked up at Mu Xian, then at Mu Wenran, and obediently walked over, grabbing the red scarf.

Mu Wenran glanced at him, but didn't speak.

Mu Xian turned around and went upstairs, apparently he had something to discuss with Mu Wenran's father.

Only Lu Jia and Mu Wenran were left in the living room. Mu Wenran sat on the sofa, and Lu Jia also sat down and looked at Mu Wenran from the side.

This is the first time Lu Jia has seen such a good-looking person. Mu Wenran has double eyelids, deep eye sockets, like a mixed race, fair complexion, straight nose bridge, thin lips, slightly upturned, but he seems to be used to pursing his lips Ping, with cold eyes, a look that is not easy to get close to.

Lu Jia looked at it for a while, felt hot, and realized that he hadn't taken off his jacket, so he undid the buttons on the jacket, unzipped the zipper halfway, then remembered something, raised his head and asked, "Can I take off my clothes?"

"what ever."

Lu Jia took off his coat and hugged him, suddenly thinking of Bai Yi.On weekdays, when he and Bai Yi get along, they either quarrel or fight, and they have never been so quiet.

This is someone else's house, Lu Jia always felt cautious and dared not speak first, but Mu Wenran was too silent.Lu Jia began to hope that Mu Xian would come out of that door quickly and take him home quickly.

Time passed extremely slowly, and Lu Jia couldn't bear it. Thinking of what Mu Xian said when he went to his house a few days ago, he tried to talk to Mu Wenran: "Brother, how old are you?"

Mu Wenran looked back at him: "Fourteen."

"I'm eleven, and my birthday was just the day before yesterday." Lu Jia's birthday was late, and because of this, he was even in the same grade as Bai Yi.

Mu Wenran's eyes stopped on Lu Jia, but he didn't speak.

Luke was sweating behind his back as he looked at him, and called "Brother" again.

Only then did Mu Wenran look away.

Lu Jia thought that Uncle Mu was a liar, this elder brother didn't like to talk, he obviously didn't want to talk.

Mu Xian is an investor in Lu Jia's uncle's business. A few days ago, he visited Lu Jia's house as a guest and mentioned that he had a nephew who was smart and sensible, but he didn't like to talk and was too boring. He asked Lu Jia and Bai Yi if they wanted to visit him. Home to find my brother to play.

Bai Yi has been waiting for a cartoon to be broadcast on time these days, so he naturally didn't want to, so he said without thinking, "I don't want to."

Aunt gave Bai Yi a nudge, saying that he was ignorant.Seeing this, Lu Jia didn't want to embarrass his uncle, so he told Mu Xian, "I want to go."

Mu Xian said: "Then I will pick you up in a few days." This matter is considered settled.

Later, the adults chatted for a while, and when Mu Xian was about to leave, his uncle and aunt went to see him off.

Lu Jia and Bai Yi were sitting on the sofa watching TV, and Bai Yi suddenly said coolly, "Sycophant."

Luke pretended not to hear.

Bai Yi was lying on the sofa, and Lu Jia only occupied a small corner. Seeing that he didn't speak, Bai Yi became even angrier and kicked Lu Jia.

That kick was not heavy, Lu Jia turned around and came back, turned his head and asked Bai Yi seriously: "Do you want to fight?"

Naturally, Bai Yi didn't want to, since he had never defeated Lu Jia since he could remember.

He drew his foot back and said again: "Sycophant!"

Now that Lu Jia and Mu Wenran were sitting on the sofa, Lu Jia was a little restless, but he didn't regret that he agreed to Mu Xian to come to Mu's house.

His parents died in a car accident when he was one year old, and his uncle's family has raised him until now.

There were two boys in the family who would inevitably fight. When he was a child, Bai Yi hated Lu Jia especially. If he couldn't fight, he said that his surname was not Bai at all, so why did he live in his house.

Lu Jia didn't care about these things, and his subordinates were even more serious, beating Bai Yi until he called his mother.

Both aunt and uncle regard Lu Jia as their own son, and treat Bai Yi and Lu Jia equally.

If two children fight, both of them will be punished. Stand in the porch and reflect, and only eat when you know something is wrong.Bai Yi has a bad temper, and refuses to admit his mistake no matter what, Lu Jia obediently admits his mistake and acted like a baby, so his aunt asked him to go back to his seat for dinner, and Bai Yi could only watch.

Later, Bai Yi couldn't hold it back, and stood in the porch and wept loudly, saying that his aunt was facing Lu Jia and not him, and that he was not their biological son, so he wanted to run away from home.

The aunt probably wanted to be angry with Bai Yi, and said, "Lu Jia is so obedient, I'm not facing him but you?!"

Bai Yi cried louder, while Lu Jia sat on the dining table and bit his chopsticks.

That night, when Lu Jia went to Bai Yi's room, Bai Yi forced him to push him out, and Lu Jia barged in again with force.

The door closed behind Lu Jia, Bai Yi's eyes were red, angry and scared: "What are you doing? I don't want to fight with you now."

That year, Bai Yi was seven years old and Lu Jia was eight years old.

After closing the door, Lu Jia didn't speak. It wasn't until Bai Yi stopped talking that he said, "You are born to my aunt."

Bai Yi was puzzled: "Are you sick?"

Luke said, "I'm not, that's why my aunt is facing me."

Bai Yi stopped talking.

He and Lu Jia grew up together, and when he was very young, he wondered why Lu Jia called his mother aunt, and even foolishly called Lu Jia aunt for a while.Later, when he became sensible, he realized that Luke and him were not biological brothers. Luke had no parents, and his own parents adopted him.

But Bai Yi still didn't understand why his mother didn't turn to her own son.He didn't speak just because he had never seen Lu Jia like this, Lu Jia who didn't have a smile in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth didn't turn up.

Luke loves to laugh, and smiles at everyone, like a sunny baby.

But Luke didn't smile that day, and it could even be said that he was a little sad.

Luke finally said, "Don't run away from home, or I will beat you."

Seeing him open the door and go out, Bai Yi thought to himself that this last sentence was the real Lu Jia.

Bai Yi didn't know that during the holidays a few days ago, Lu Jia rarely went to his grandparents' house. The relatives over there complained that the Bai family was kind, raising two children at once was a heavy burden, and asked Lu Jia to be filial to them. Make trouble for others, in case something serious happens one day, they don't want him.

Of course, this was said as a joke. The adults said it casually, looked at each other and smiled, and then forgot it in the blink of an eye, but Luke remembered it.

After that day, Lu Jia tolerated Bai Yi for a while, but Bai Yi always kicked his nose and face, and Lu Jia couldn't help but beat him up again.

Until now, Lu Jia is 11 years old, he always wants to do something for his uncle and them, and be more sensible.So if Bai Yi doesn't want to do it, let him do it, if he is willing.

"Brother, why don't you talk." Lu Jia sighed, clasped his hands on his lap, lowered his head to look at his own hands, and shed tears when he looked at them, hitting the back of his hands patter.

It took Mu Wenran a while to react, and finally moved, frowning and asking, "Why are you crying?"

Luke raised his head: "You don't even talk to me."

Mu Wenran said, "Say what?"

Luke sighed while shedding tears: "Forget it." He hiccupped, "You don't want to talk, then let's watch TV."

Mu Wenran: "..."