landing

evening.

The young man who returned to Lu's house alone looked the same as usual.

The servants in the villa performed their duties, but the housekeeper stepped forward to greet him briefly, and then stopped talking.

Everything is working fine.

Song Jue tightened his jaw, and his face became more condensed.

Everything around him seemed to prove to him that in this villa, the presence or absence of the owner made little difference.

Because this is just a temporary resting place for Lu Xian, there is nothing surprising or unique, and it can be replaced at any time.

So everyone is accustomed to Lu Xian's departure.

Song Jue clenched his fist, and then slowly released it.

He faced everyone's eyes frankly, and his usual expression seemed to indicate that he was the same.

The night was getting darker.

The quiet moonlight scattered in the empty villa.

Song Jue looked at the end of the corridor, but there was no familiar light in his eyes.

His hands trembled slightly, his expression seemed to crack for a moment.

The young man closed the door, slowly bent his back, and leaned against the cold door.

He stared out the window blankly.

In the not-too-distant memory, there have actually been many such nights.

When he was still young, he used to have curiosity and doubts, but after seeing the marks on Lu Xian's body a few times, he already understood it.

It's not that he is ignorant of the world, nor naive, it's just that he doesn't dare to think about it, doesn't dare to delve into it, that's why he keeps deceiving himself like this.

But how long can this last?

Even if he ignored it, the facts were presented to him quickly and directly.

Song Jue couldn't lie to himself. When he heard Secretary Yu's words, he felt pain and panic in his heart for a split second, and the bitterness that lingered on his tongue until now...

for what?

The young man closed his eyes dejectedly.

***

After two days of indulging in sensuality, when Lu Xian returned to the company again, he learned of Song Jue's absence.

The young man pinpointed the time very accurately. When the text message asking for leave was sent to Lu Xian's mobile phone, it happened to be 1 minute before the working time.

Lu Xian looked at the few words in the text message. Although Song Jue's reason was justified and his tone was ordinary, which indicated that he was accompanying the professor on a field trip to other provinces for several months, he always felt a little strange.

Lu Xian rubbed his phone and dialed a number.

After a few breaths, a familiar female voice came from the receiver.

"Sorry, the phone you dialed has been switched off."

Lu Xian raised his eyebrows.

Suddenly there was a light knock on the door outside the office.

After he hung up the phone, the secretary walked in lightly, put down a few stacks of documents on his left, and backed away softly.

Lu Xian mentioned, "Song Jue won't come today."

Secretary Yu nodded, "Yes, he told me yesterday that it was the plane this morning."

Lu Xian's eyebrows moved slightly, and he suddenly understood the source of the strangeness.

It is impossible to make a sudden decision during the on-site inspection. Even if something happens suddenly, if Song Jue has enough time to tell Secretary Yu in advance, it is impossible not to tell him in advance.

The man crossed his hands and tapped the back of his hand with his fingertips.

He felt that Song Jue probably encountered something, or had some secrets that he didn't want others to know.

This idea circled around in Lu Xian's mind, arousing his interest for a moment, but after thinking about it for a while, he still felt that the young boy should have his own space when he grows up.

He doesn't need to intervene.

Lu Xian lowered his head, opened a stack of documents, and soon immersed himself in the busy work.

For more than half a year before, Song Jue often accompanied Lu Xian, whether it was work, banquets, or at home, Song Jue's figure would always appear in his sight immediately.

And when you get used to the existence of a person inadvertently, and he suddenly disappears, to be honest, Lu Xian is a little uncomfortable.

But that doesn't hinder anything.

He still works and lives as usual, but occasionally, when the housekeeper brings him a cup of warm white tea in the middle of the night, he will suddenly think of the young man who obeyed the doctor's order and never gave up an inch.

Thinking of Song Jue's rare rigidity, he couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.

The butler put down the teacup, "Sir, do you need to change a cook?"

Lu Xian withdrew his smile slightly, looked up at him, "What's wrong?"

The housekeeper hurriedly said, "It's not that they did anything wrong, it's just that I think you've eaten less food recently, isn't it to your liking."

Lu Xian was stunned for a moment, then lowered his eyes.

The chef of the Lu family was dialed from the old house. He has been familiar with his taste for many years, and he has not made any mistakes before, but what the housekeeper said...

There is nothing wrong with that.

Although the difference is only subtle, if the housekeeper was not careful, Lu Xian himself would not have noticed the difference, but he has to admit that it is true.

The man sighed and said, "No need."

The housekeeper asked again, "When will Master Jue come back?"

Lu Xian paused, "I don't know."

He originally thought that Song Jue would come back soon.

Obviously, although the young man has grown a lot in the past few years, his dependence on Lu Xian has only increased.He saw it and indulged in this affectionate behavior.

But in the past two months, Song Jue not only did not come back, but also did not call Lu Xian once.

No audio at all.

If it wasn't for ensuring the safety of the young man, Lu Xian would almost have thought that he had evaporated from the world.

However, this weak curiosity alone was not enough for Lu Xian to take the initiative to call the young man.

Naturally, he would not know about Song Jue's entanglements.

After getting off the plane, Song Jue saw the reminder of the missed call.He subconsciously dialed back, but quickly hung up the phone at the moment the signal was connected.

He forced himself not to think about it, not to pay attention, and devoted himself to the professor's research project, but he always couldn't help opening Lu Xian's message box in the dead of night.

The last message was still two months ago.

Lu Xian never contacted him again.

Reason is telling Song Jue that this is a good thing.Lu Xian didn't get to the bottom of his behavior, he didn't need to try to explain it.

But emotion is mocking him—

Your existence is not important to Lu Xian, so he doesn't care about your whereabouts and abnormalities at all. Is this what you want?

Song Jue squeezed the phone tightly, the cold metal body hurt her palm.

In fact, he regretted it the moment he boarded the plane.

Even he himself didn't know why he applied for the inspection project in other provinces so obsessively?

Why is he leaving?

Lu Xian is just solving normal physiological needs, whether he has a lover or not has nothing to do with him, why did he run away?

Song Jue suddenly opened his eyes.

He pressed his beating heart and forcibly interrupted his chaotic thoughts.

Can't think about it.

Can't... think about it any more.

Time passed quietly, and the investigation project came to an end soon.

Even though it was hard to sleep at night, Song Jue still performed well during the day, nothing unusual.

When the hearing was over, the young man was in a trance for a moment.

Soon, he showed a smile.

The strong joy and longing broke down all the defense lines built before, so Song Jue quietly returned to the familiar city without telling anyone.

When he arrived at Lu's house, it was a sunny morning.

The housekeeper was a little surprised when he saw him, but he quickly told him that Lu Xian just had dinner and is now in the bedroom.

Song Jue nodded slightly, and walked steadily to the door. He straightened his clothes, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and was about to knock on the door, but the door creaked open.

The visitor was wearing a white bathrobe with a wide open neckline and a belt tied casually around his waist. His half-dry hair was dripping water and slipped into the placket along the delicate collarbone.

He knew this face.

Not Lu Xian.

The author says:

Hahahahaha Exciting?