landing

The night wind blows in through the half-opened windows, and the faint scent of golden cinnamon washes away the strong smell of tobacco.

The window screen was floating, and Lu Xian was hugged stiffly by the young man. His usually stern face was hidden in the dark shadow, and no one could see clearly.

But only he himself knew that what he said just now was not out of anger, nor was there any extreme.

He is sober and calm.

When hearing Gu Yunting's words, there was indeed a moment of sadness, but more of it was sudden.

He suddenly realized that in this unstable relationship, he invested far more than he imagined.

Even though he always had the idea of ​​letting nature take its course, his emotions were subtly touched and he gave an instinctive feedback.

This is a dangerous sign.

And his life didn't need such a change.

Therefore, only by withdrawing in time can we benefit others and ourselves.

But now, looking at the panic and pain in Song Jue's eyes, he couldn't say such words again.

The flesh on the shoulder bitten by the young man was aching, as if the chest was burning, and every beat of the heart was a deep pain.

Lu Xian closed her eyes, finally raised her hand, and slowly hugged Song Jue into her arms.

He said softly, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Sobbing sounded in the man's ears.

The tense body of the young man relaxed, as if he had finally found a wolf cub to rely on, and he no longer needed to be aggressive and lick his wound alone.

Lu Xian sighed.

He lowered his head and gently kissed Song Jue's forehead.

In the cool wind, the man's eyes with lowered head were tender like never before.

He gently stroked Song Jue's back, his warm palm transmitted a firm temperature through a thin layer of cloth.

Amid the faint sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance, the wind is damp, and the strange fishy-sweet smell gradually pervades.

Song Jue raised his head, just as he was about to say something, he caught a glimpse of red from the corner of his eye.

The young man turned pale with fright, and hastily turned on the light at hand, only to find blood stains oozing from the man's clothes.

He unbuttoned Lu Xian's clothes a few times, and pulled off the shirt, only to see a circle of bloody bite marks beside his collarbone, and blood gushed out of the open flesh.

"I'm sorry," he blamed himself and annoyed, looking like he wanted to bite himself, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Lu Xian had already felt the pain in his shoulder, and was not surprised when he saw it. He just took out a tissue and held it down, and comforted him, "It's okay, it just looks scary, and it will be fine in a while."

The injury was on his left shoulder, and it was difficult for him to move. Song Jue quickly took over and pressed the wound for him.

Looking at the blood-stained tissue, he felt pain in his eyes, "Why is there so much blood? Is there something wrong? I'll ask Dr. Lin to come and see, okay?"

Seeing that his head was sweating from anxiety, Lu Xian stretched out his right hand to comfort his head, then pointed to the glass cabinet in the corner, "There should be a medicine box in there, take it out."

Song Jue strode over, only to find that the glass cabinet was locked.

Lu Xian recalled it, took out a key from the back of the coffee table, and threw it to Song Jue.

The key clicked into the lock, and the dust rose. It was obvious that the cabinet had not been opened for a long time.

Song Jue bent down to look for it, but suddenly saw half a blurry photo under a pile of paper with yellowed edges.

He paused for a moment, took out the medicine box as if nothing had happened, and straightened up.

Lu Xian opened the medicine box, took out several bottles of medicine and gauze, and asked him, "Will you?"

Song Jue nodded and picked up a bottle of hydrogen peroxide.

The moment the potion was sprinkled on the wound, Lu Xian didn't feel anything, but saw Song Jue frowned and gritted his teeth, as if it hurt more than him.

He was a little funny, but he was stimulated by the saline and clenched his fists.

Song Jue stopped immediately and looked at him nervously, "Does it hurt? I'm sorry, I'll take it easy."

Lu Xian felt a little helpless, and urged, "Hurry up."

Song Jue had no choice but to continue.

After repeated washing several times, he carefully sterilized the wound with povidone iodine before covering it with gauze.

After completing this set of procedures, the young man's face was still not very good-looking, and he asked worriedly, "Do you really not need to be vaccinated?"

Lu Xian couldn't help knocking his little head, "You think you're a bitch?"

Song Jue rubbed the back of her head aggrievedly, but said nothing.

Lu Xian was amused by his small appearance, bent his lips and said, "Let the doctor come over tomorrow for a tetanus shot."

Song Jue shook her head and said stubbornly, "I'll call him now, the sooner the better."

"Okay." Lu Xian raised his voice, "I said tomorrow."

Song Jue glanced at him, lowered his head and did not speak.

Seeing his reckless appearance, Lu Xian also had a headache.

He said patiently, "I don't mean to blame you, but it's late, there's no need to mobilize people."

Song Jue was also afraid that he would be really annoyed, so he could only give in, "Tomorrow morning."

Lu Xian nodded slightly, and led him back to the bedroom.

The moonlight outside was bright, but it was completely obscured by the closed dark curtains.

The room was pitch black, and Song Jue could not fall asleep while listening to the shallow breathing of the person beside him.

Too many things happened that night, and the emotional ups and downs made him mentally exhausted, but as long as he remembered the photo he saw before...

Those two familiar faces...

He couldn't help but clenched Lu Xian's hand, and the doubts in his heart became more and more serious.

Song Yulan, why did his father often cry in remorse while chanting Ah Xian's name?

What did he do to offend Uncle Lu?

What is their relationship?

-

the next day.

When getting off work, Lu Xian called Song Jue to the office.

The sky was full of sunshine outside the window, and a young man in a dark blue suit stepped into the door and said with a slight smile, "Uncle Lu, you are looking for me."

It was rare for Lu Xian not to sit behind the desk. He leaned on the sofa and waved to Song Jue, "Come here."

The young man walked over steadily and sat by his side.

Lu Xian took a sip of tea and said slowly, "I want to talk to you about this cooperation with Ruiyun."

Song Jue froze for a moment, "Uncle Lu..."

Lu Xian stopped his words, "You have always known Gu Yunting's feelings."

Seeing that Song Jue panicked and subconsciously dodged his eyes, he lowered his voice, "I want to listen to the truth."

Song Jue murmured for a while, and said honestly, "Yes, I noticed something in the hospital that time, and I was sure about it later."

Lu Xian asked again, "So you found Ruiyun because of this?"

Song Jue quickly denied, "No."

Lu Xian looked at him suspiciously.

The young man lowered his head dejectedly, "Well, I admit it is a little bit. But you should also know that Gu Yunting is a very cautious person. If it is just because of me, no matter how much he likes him, he will never give up. In the final analysis, it is He agreed so readily because Mrs. Lu was behind me."

He concluded, "My existence is just to shorten the time for him to think, and to give him a favor."

Lu Xian looked at him for a while, and then his eyes gradually softened, "Okay, then I'll tell you."

"I can understand your desire to share my worries, and I understand that you don't feel disadvantaged by this, but you don't have to do it."

"The Lu family doesn't lack this benefit, and I don't need you to use your feelings, even if it's just falsehood, do you understand?"

The author says:

Xiaojue: I understand! !Rounding off is that Uncle Lu is going to marry me! ! !