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small thing

Author: Fei Leng Cui Wei Liang

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White Nettle Flowers:

A tenacious plant, no matter how much wind and rain it receives, how much sun and rain it experiences, it will not yield.

It symbolizes a kind of endless tenacious vitality.

Anyone who is born with the blessing of this flower attaches great importance to meeting people, and he believes that he can spend a happy life with loving and loving people.

Flower language: love, cruel and strong.

In love, it is not a relationship between a man and a woman, nor a relationship between a man and a man, nor a relationship between a woman and a woman.

Rather, a love affair between one person and another.

Respect yourself as a human being and respect your romantic partner.

Content tags: urban love hero

Search keywords: Protagonist: Lu Qianxun, Wu Yufan┃Supporting role: Lu Feng, Li Bowen┃Others: Xiao Shou is a bit strong

Chapter 1

White Nettle Flowers:

A tenacious plant, no matter how much wind and rain it receives, how much sun and rain it experiences, it will not yield.

It symbolizes a kind of endless tenacious vitality.

Anyone who is born with the blessing of this flower attaches great importance to meeting people, and he believes that he can spend a happy life with loving and loving people.

Flower language: love, cruel and strong.

The night was fading, the streets of Xiaoye were extremely busy, and the weather was cold. People on the road hurriedly rushed towards their own direction.

Lu Qianxun sat in the back seat of the old man's black Rolls-Royce, looking at the neon lights outside the window, but didn't know how to complete the task given by the old man next.

Just an hour ago, Lu Qianxun was working as a customer service in his online store, arguing with a customer online. "Darling, free shipping only for three pieces."

"I've bought clothes from your store several times, and this time it will also be free shipping."

"Darling, our profits are already very thin. Pity our online merchants."

Tired, another customer's chat box popped up again: "Has my goods been shipped yet?"

Lu Qianxun has not had enough sleep for a month in a row. The period before the Spring Festival is the golden season for clothing sales, and the girls in the store are all boiled like green leaves, not as juicy as peaches.

Lu Qianxun was no exception, his face was blue, like a descendant of Dracula.

At this time, Xiao Qiang, the old man's secretary, called. Lu Qianxun stood up and was about to answer the phone, and motioned to the customer service to take over his computer.

This was the first time in the six months since he moved out of his home that the people over there contacted him.

: "Third young master, where are you now? The president wants to see you."

Lu Qianxun didn't know, why did the old man seek him?Ever since he received the admission notice from the Department of Architecture and Design, he didn't want to meet the old man again.

Because Lu Qianxun reported to the fashion design department:

My ideal is to be a fashion designer, not an architectural designer!

If I were an architectural designer, maybe I could design a pigsty by watching the Bird's Nest, and I could also design a bra building comparable to the underpants building!

What I like is to use colorful, soft and considerate fabrics to design comfortable and beautiful clothes, instead of using reinforced concrete and aluminum alloys to build cold and rigid buildings!

But the old man's intention is an imperial decree in this family, and no one can resist it.

Lu Qianxun held the admission notice and looked at the old man: "Is this what you mean?"

The old man looked at the notice in his hand, then at him who was already trembling with anger, and then returned to the Financial Evening News:

"Well, I asked Xiao Qiang to change your choice. Our family is all engaged in construction, but we lack an architect. It's just right for you to go."

"Why don't you let Xiaofeng learn?." Holding back the anger in his heart, he asked

"Xiaofeng's temperament is not suitable for such meticulous work. It's better for him to do business."

Really make the best use of everything, Xiaofeng hangs out with a group of cronies all day long, goes to high-end consumer clubs, and is said by the old man to be sociable, suitable for running outside and doing business.

Lu Qianxun spends his days reading, drawing, and being quiet, so he is sent to learn design.

His mother kept giving him winks, "Son, your father is also thinking about you. He will work in his own company in the future, so that he won't be disturbed by outsiders."

I looked at my mother, who was nearly 40 years old and still as beautiful as a flower, and at the old man who had as many wrinkles on his face as his brain.

Lu Qianxun's heart was not ordinary, and he said, "Then I'm moving out."

Turning around and going upstairs, I heard the old man say: "Are you angry? Even angry is so delicate, I really follow you."

Mom stood up: "I will persuade him, he will go to school."

Lu Qianxun packed her things in the bedroom, of course she would go to school, because she didn't want to go back to her third year of high school, the third year of high school like hell.

Mom stood at the door and looked at him, stuffing her clothes into the Louis Vuitton trolley case as if venting anger.

"Son, I know you don't want to stay in this house. But without him, we don't know where we are now.

You will not go to such a good noble school in elementary school, and you may have to go to work after graduating from high school.

My little salary is not enough to support both of us, how can I have enough money to pay for your college tuition. "

Feeling sad for a while, no son would feel comfortable listening to his mother say these words.

"Mom, I don't blame you." Lu Qianxun let go of his clothes to vent his anger.

Clear out the cabinets and see what else is worth taking.

A tin biscuit box with Stitch printed on it quietly stayed in the bottom corner of the cabinet.

"My son is so good. When you go out, don't look for a house outside. You should live in the house on the other side of Badaguan."

Lu Qianxun took out the biscuit box, which was full of lucky money from his past years in this family.cash.

"I know." Mom has been bullied enough in this family, and she doesn't want her to be angry with her son anymore.

Try to listen to her and don't cause trouble for her, you know it from the first day you step into this spacious and luxurious palace.

When I opened the biscuit box, there was a musty smell inside. Money really stinks.But these stinky money can just help.

"Tomorrow, I'll go over and tidy up for you. You can make do with it today." Although there is no shortage of cleaning at home, the mother still does things about her son herself.

"No, I can do it myself." Lu Qianxun doesn't like people entering his private space, he is no longer a child, he has his own secrets...

Pulling up the trolley case, carrying the biscuit box, ready to go out, "Let's have dinner at home."

"No, I don't want to see him."

Lu Qianxun not only didn't want to see him, but also wanted to take his mother away. Whenever he thought of his snow-skinned mother lying on the same bed with that old man, he felt disgusted.

Once, the old man fed his mother tiredly at the dining table, and the little Lu Qianxun vomited on the spot.

Therefore, I would rather live in school than see or think about this home and my mother.

But all of this is because of me, and I am the culprit.

Because my mother can't afford to support herself.

If it weren't for me, Mom probably wouldn't have married such a bad old man.

Lu Qianxun thought bitterly and angrily, walking on the asphalt road in the community, the tall maple trees on both sides could not stop the hot summer wind.

My heart is bothered and dry.

A minibus parked beside him: "Dear Xiaolulu, are you going to have a picnic? How about taking me?"

Road wind!Grandpa's eldest grandson!He is one year older than Lu Qianxun, but according to the seniority of the family, he is still his eldest nephew.

ridiculous

Lu Qianxun never regarded him as a nephew, from the first day he met him.

Of course, he never regarded Lu Qianxun as his uncle.

The rest of the family is called Lu Qianxun Xiaobaier behind his back.Although this title confused the young Lu Feng.

The old man married a woman who was younger than his daughter as his wife, and the woman also brought an oil bottle smaller than her grandson, what can it be called, isn't it called a gadget?

Even if you say it behind your back, don't think Lu Qianxun can't hear you.

At this time, Lu Feng was wearing a dark blue and silver vest with glittering spots, and there were tattoos of thorns on his arms.

Wearing an exaggerated gold chain on her wrist, and exaggerated sunglasses, Lu Qianxun saw her decadent appearance like a bereaved dog in the sunglasses.

Ignore him and move on.

He jumped out of the car and reached for his biscuit box. He really thought it contained biscuits.

Lu Qianxun naturally wouldn't tell him, "What are you pretending to be delicious?" As a person, the more you don't let him do something, the more he wants to do it.

The biscuit box has been out of favor for many years, and has been staying in the cold palace. I really can't bear the close competition between two young men in their seventeens and eighteens. I was flattered, and with a click, the lid and box, as well as the contents inside, were scattered. one place.

Lu Qianxun glared at Lu Feng angrily, squatted down and began to clean up. He obviously didn't expect that there was cash in the biscuit box, he was taken aback, and then helped him clean up.

Lu Qianxun knocked off the hand he handed over: "Leave me alone, what should I do!"

"Oh, I've taken gunpowder, Xiaolulu still has a temper." Lu Feng immediately noticed something wrong with Lu Qianxun.

Lu Qianxun didn't speak, and was busy picking up banknotes scattered around.

"Why are you going? Are you going to run away from home?"

Lu Qianxun ignored him, the buckle of the biscuit box was broken, so he could only stuff a lot of banknotes into the backpack behind him.

"Are you really going to run away from home?" He took his arm and asked in surprise. "Who messed with you?"

The old man provoked me, how dare you provoke the old man?

Lu Qianxun shook off his arm: "Don't talk to me, don't look for me, I'm annoying."

He yelled from behind: "Who messed with you, I'll give it to you."