I would rather die than be the white moonlight

Lu Yuan couldn't figure out why Shen Ke would only smile when he saw him. Even if this smile was too stiff, it was much better than being expressionless.

Lu Yuan walked to Shen Ke's side, the housekeeper woke up because of someone approaching, Lu Yuan waved his hand, the housekeeper saw the lunch box in Lu Yuan's hand, stood up clearly, opened the door with a bow and went out.

Lu Yuan walked to Shen Ke's side, shook the seat behind Shen Ke, pushed the table over and put it in front of Shen Ke: "Let's have some food first."

Shen Ke's eyes were fixed on Lu Yuan, and he suddenly said, "Lu Yuan."

The child's soft but hoarse voice reached Lu Yuan's ears. Lu Yuan shook his hand, looked at Shen Ke, walked slowly to Shen Ke's side, and patted Shen Ke's head: "Call again."

"Lu Yuan." The voice gradually brightened, and the child's smile burst into Lu Yuan's heart as the child touched his head.

Lu Yuan rubbed Shen Ke's hair with a sticky curl: "You can't call me by my name directly, Uncle."

Shen Ke seemed dissatisfied with Lu Yuan's words, so he pushed the bowl a little further to express his position.

Shen Ke's temper was very funny, Lu Yuan shook his head helplessly, scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it in front of Shen Ke's mouth: "Forget it, you can call it whatever you want."

Shen Ke nodded in satisfaction, swallowed the porridge in his mouth with a groan, chewed it twice, then swallowed it quickly, and opened his mouth again to Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan looked at Shen Ke's swollen hamster-like pincers and the small mouth that opened and closed, and it also started to feed until the porridge bowl was empty. Lu Yuan looked at Shen Ke who was rubbing his stomach, still a little Unfinished business.

Lu Yuan picked up the tissue next to him and handed it to Shen Ke. Shen Ke subconsciously picked it up with his left hand without a bottle hanging on it. He raised his arm, but his hand drooped. Shen Ke looked at his tightly bandaged wrist, Looking at Lu Yuan, there was questioning in his eyes.

Lu Yuan stopped the hand that was handing the tissue, gently avoided Shen Ke's injured wrist, and patted Shen Ke's arm: "It's okay, it can be cured."

Shen Ke's eyes dimmed a little, and Lu Yuan's heart tightened, but Shen Ke helped Lu Yuan's cheek, comforting: "It's okay, you said it."

He said it's okay, so the kid thinks it's okay?

The child's eyes were full of trust, and Lu Yuan felt guilty not to look into the child's eyes. If the child knew him...

Lu Yuan carried Shen Ke on his back and walked to the window of the ward, took a few deep breaths, and stabilized his heartbeat, then turned around and smiled at Shen Ke: "I'll take you home after hanging this bottle of water Rest."

When the housekeeper finished handling all the matters, Shen Ke had already returned to the villa. Lu Yuan patted Shen Ke's head: "You don't have to go to school anymore, our Lu family can't afford you."

Shen Ke shook his head, and pointed to the schoolbag that Lu Yuan casually dropped by the door: "No, Lu Yuan, teach."

Lu Yuan looked at the books in junior high school and found that he was in a bad mood. He had forgotten all these things long ago. Except for mathematics and English, he could barely cope with them. He had thrown them back since college. Give it to the teacher.

Lu Yuan thought for a while, then pulled Shen Ke to the sofa, and asked, "Can I find a tutor for you?"

Shen Ke tilted his head and thought for a long time: "Last time, teacher."

Lu Yuan: "Do you like the teacher who gave you extra lessons at Li's last time?"

Shen Ke nodded slowly, and Lu Yuan smiled and said, "In that case, let this teacher give you a lecture."

Lu Yuan's actions were very quick, and the teacher transferred from Li's house to Lu's house the next day to tutor Shen Ke alone.

When Lu Yuan came home at night, the villain who usually waited at the door was gone. Lu Yuan raised his eyebrows and looked questioningly at the butler who was waiting beside him.

The housekeeper took the briefcase and coat from Lu Yuan's hands, and said with a smile, "After the teacher left today, the young master has been staying in the study, not even having dinner."

Lu Yuan frowned, stretched out his hand and tugged the tight tie casually, and undid the two buttons with a rough movement, revealing the collarbone: "Then why didn't you ask him to come down for dinner?"

The housekeeper also frowned: "I knocked on the door of the study room for a long time, but the young master didn't say a word, and he couldn't make a sound."

As Lu Yuan walked upstairs, he said to the butler, "I'll go up and have a look. You can serve the food after you warm it up."

Pushing open the door, the little child is holding a pen, scribbling something on a piece of white paper, every stroke is extremely serious.

When Lu Yuan came forward, Shen Ke heard the footsteps and quickly put the paper in front of his back. Lu Yuan ran to Shen Ke a little funny, swayed, and grabbed the paper.

Shen Ke was a little anxious to hook, but because he couldn't reach his height, Lu Yuan also wanted to play around, and deliberately raised his hands high, watching Shen Ke jumping on top of him.

Shen Ke's nervousness aroused Lu Yuan's interest, and Lu Yuan looked at the paper, and suddenly froze.

The big and small papers were all covered with his name, big and small, and the handwriting was very scrawled, but a piece of paper was spread all over, and there were some bloodstains on the edge of the paper.

Lu Yuan put the paper on the desk, and took Shen Ke's hand. There were small wounds on his limp left hand. Lu Yuan took out a band-aid from the drawer: "How did this happen?"

"Paper, Lao Huang, I can't hold it, I'm not happy."

Lu Yuan knocked on Shen Ke's forehead angrily, wrapping the injured place up little by little: "Remember, no matter what, don't hurt yourself."

Shen Ke curled his lips and nodded reluctantly, obviously not listening: "It doesn't hurt."

"It doesn't matter if it doesn't hurt!"

Lu Yuan's sudden increase in volume made Shen Ke shrank his neck, took a few steps back, and nodded obsequiously.

Lu Yuan shook his head helplessly, sighed, walked to the table, filled the pen with ink again, carefully put the paper full of names in the clip for storage, took out a new piece of paper, and pointed at Shen Ke waved his hand: "Come here."

Shen Ke trotted to Lu Yuan's side and sat on the bench. Lu Yuan surrounded Shen Ke from behind Shen Ke, held Shen Ke's hand, picked up the pen, pressed one hand to the side of the white paper, and picked up the pen.

The smell of the bath liquid on Lu Yuan's body spread to Shen Ke's nose, and the comfortable fragrance of mint made Shen Ke laugh, and the two clasped hands drew a series of engravings on the paper.

The butler standing at the door didn't want to break the warmth of the room, so he quietly closed the door, looked at the dishes on the plate, and sighed, forget it, let's warm it up first.