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After that, a few days passed in a dull manner. As the New Year's Eve was approaching, Lu Xian started a new round of busy work, and Song Jue never brought up the topic of that night again.

After several heavy snowfalls, the weather is getting colder and colder.

Amidst the biting cold wind howling, the Spring Festival is approaching quietly.

According to the usual practice in previous years, most of the servants were on vacation, only a few of them stayed in the Lu family. The housekeeper and a few old servants took care of the villa as usual, without any special festive decorations.

Song Jue was slightly puzzled, but he also knew his identity, so he didn't ask rashly.

It was a rare clearing in the afternoon, and the faint sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows, adding a soft warmth.

Song Jue was sitting at the table with a pair of anti-blue light glasses on the bridge of his nose, and was concentrating on watching the video played on the computer.

As early as the beginning of the winter vacation, he started to learn various ways of making dumplings and glutinous rice balls.

No one is born with culinary skills. Before he came to the Lu family, he was barely considered a rich man, and his ten fingers were not in the sun.Although Song Yulan said he didn't like him, he would never treat him materially badly.

Song Jue checked many teaching videos on the Internet, and after browsing one by one, he picked out a few with excellent techniques, high efficiency and low failure rate, and compared them repeatedly. In fact, he has memorized every step and key points clearly today.

But I still couldn't stop being nervous.

This is his first year in the Lu family.

Song Jue's hand holding the mouse tightened slightly. He took a deep breath, pulled the progress bar back to the place he had missed before, and continued to watch carefully.

After 3 minutes, the progress bar came to an end, Song Jue let out a breath slowly, he looked at the time, it was just after two o'clock in the afternoon.

He closed the computer, took off his glasses, closed his eyes and rested for a while.

After a while, he got up and changed into a light and convenient hooded sweater, and went downstairs.

When stepping down the first step, Song Jue thought, don't panic, it's still early, even if you fail, there is still time to redo.

After the young man pumped himself up, he suddenly felt a little childish. He pursed his lips and laughed, but as soon as he laughed, he quickly covered his mouth, and poked his head to look at Lu Xian not far away. Room.

Lu Xian has the habit of taking an afternoon nap on rest days, but he sleeps lightly. Usually, no one at home will set foot on the second floor during this time. Now, Lu Xian should still be resting in the room.

The young man tried his best to suppress the curvature of the corner of his mouth, and went downstairs lightly.

When he was about to go downstairs, he seemed to see a figure behind the corner of the stairs. Before he could think about it, the butler's voice came.

"Everything is in order, sir, you can leave with peace of mind."

Song Jue froze for a moment, his thoughts turned quickly, and he subconsciously took lighter steps.

The next moment, a very familiar male voice sounded.

"Well, after I go back to the old house, Song Jue, please take care of me."

Song Jue stepped on the ground and rolled down the stairs.

A loud noise interrupted their conversation.

Lu Xian came out from behind the stairs, and saw Song Jue limping up from the ground holding on to the railing. The white sweater on his body was stained a little gray, and his hair was messy, as if he had rolled around on the ground.

He frowned, said nothing, and picked up the boy who was stunned in place by his waist.

Song Jue struggled subconsciously, but seemed to think of something instantly, he quickly calmed down, quietly pinched the hem of Lu Xian's suit, and leaned into his arms docilely.

The housekeeper followed Lu Xian and asked, "Should I send the doctor over?"

Song Jue shook his head lightly.

The butler was focused on waiting for Lu Xian's instructions, and didn't pay attention to Song Jue, even if he noticed it, he didn't care.

Lu Xian didn't notice the boy's movements either. He walked to the sofa, put Song Jue down, and lifted up his trouser legs.

The boy's skin was fair and tender, and the scattered bruises were particularly conspicuous.

But it's just conspicuous.

Lu Xian withdrew his hand and said flatly, "Don't bother others during the New Year's Day, you can handle it for him."

The housekeeper bowed respectfully, and stepped back to get the medicine box.

After Lu Xian finished speaking, he straightened up. Song Jue thought he was going to leave, but his mind went blank, and he grabbed his hand before he could react too much.

Lu Xian paused, and gave the young man a half-hearted look, but he didn't shake him off.

Song Jue swallowed, and slowly let go of his hand under Lu Xian's gaze. He was a little hesitant, but he still asked, "Is Uncle Lu leaving?"

The young man tried his best to pretend to be indifferent, as if he was just asking casually, but there was no way to hide his nervousness in front of Lu Xian.

Lu Xian squinted his eyes. Before he had time to tell Song Jue that he was leaving, Song Jue not only knew, but fell down the stairs just in time...

His eyes were a little colder, but when he looked at Song Jue, there was no abnormality, and he responded lightly.

Song Jue looked up at him, opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but the butler came over with a spray.

So the boy clenched his fists and fell silent again.

Lu Xian watched coldly as the butler treated the boy's wounds. Perhaps he was overly suspicious. He always felt that the boy was not as innocent and cute as he seemed.

Too many coincidences make people doubtful.

Lu Xian twirled his fingertips, and his slightly complicated eyes fell on Song Jue.

The boy was leaning on the sofa, slender and thin, with a pale face, and the housekeeper sprayed the medicine on his body neatly.

The young man flinched, a layer of mist appeared in his eyes, he clenched his fists, trying to endure as usual, but Lu Xian's words suddenly came back to his ears.

"It's Fuling's phone number."

"He's my second brother's son, how old is he?"

His body trembled suddenly, and the loss and panic that remained in his heart that night were once again evoked. He thought he could escape by deceiving himself, but he could no longer suppress his fear. The negative emotions came fiercely, and suddenly swallowed his reason.

He reached out and hooked Lu Xian's clothes, and shouted hoarsely, "It hurts."

The boy's voice was thin and weak, and his eyes gleamed with water, like a cub who was bullied miserably outside and finally found a master he could rely on, half coquettish and half wronged and crying.

Lu Xian was slightly taken aback.

The young man he saw was always restrained and self-restrained, and he rarely showed such a weak and pitiful gesture. His expression could not help but relax a little, but his voice was still faint, "Endure."

The young man sniffed, and looked at Lu Xian with some grievances, but obediently held back his tears, gritted his teeth and stopped talking.

Lu Xian's heart softened when he saw it.

He doesn't like being fooled by others the most. No matter what the reason is for the young man, since he dares to play tricks in front of him, he should bear the consequences.

So he originally wanted to teach Song Jue a lesson.

But looking at the young man's current appearance, he didn't want to do anything.

It's just a child, what bad thoughts can it have?

He didn't want to let him leave, but he didn't dare to say it, so he was so cautious, in the final analysis, it was because of fear.

Fear of being abandoned by him.

Lu Xian sighed slightly in his heart, the young boy was sensitive, it was not like he didn't know it.

On such a family reunion New Year's Eve, it was really inappropriate for him to leave Song Jue here alone.

However, it was impossible for him to bring Song Jue back to the old house.

Lu Xian stroked his hair lightly, and called softly, "Xiao Jue."

It was the first time he called him that.

Except for that introduction to his friend, he had never called him so affectionately.

Song Jue was stunned for a moment, and then he heard Lu Xian say, "I'll be back tomorrow, you are well at home, you can contact me if you need anything."

The rational young man couldn't hide his disappointment, but he also clearly understood his own weight. It was impossible for Lu Xian to change his decision because of himself.

What's more, celebrating the New Year with your family is a matter of course.

He pinched his fingers vigorously, tried hard to hold back the sadness in his heart, and then raised his head and smiled, "Uncle Lu, come back soon."

Lu Xian smiled lightly and replied, "Okay."

The author says:

Clearance sale at the end of the year, just click on the comment in the lower right corner, and the little Song Jue who guards the vacant room alone on New Year's Eve is yours! (Hehehe, happy 2020 everyone, btw, I would like to thank an unknown friend for voting for hundreds of starfish ducks for me! Thank you very much!