A squeamish bag can defeat a hundred [quick travel]

My little master, I like your dimples and clear eyes when you smile.

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Lu Qingzhao is an orphan. He was abandoned by the swamp in the park. He was picked up by kind people and sent to an orphanage.

That's why he's called Kiyuma.

He has no disease and is a very healthy child. He has always wondered why he was abandoned.

Most of the children in the orphanage have some big or small physical problems, but there are also a few children who are as healthy as Lu Qingzhao.

Maybe it was poverty, or gender, or simply not expecting it, it was the product of accident, it was the fault of scumbags, they were abandoned.

Lu Qingzhao was walking on the street, the young man covered his eyes with the hair on his forehead, and looked so calmly and almost coldly at the crying children.His eyes stayed on the face flushed from crying, he compared himself with the other person, and asked in his heart why I was abandoned.

Why abandon me.

why.

These questions engulfed his heart like vines, and the slender vines tangled together, covering all the light.

When I was in elementary school, the teacher assigned a composition, and the topic of the composition was my mother.

He sat on the seat, wrote the title stroke by stroke, and then held the pen tightly.The nib scratched the paper.

In the huge classroom, there were students whispering to each other, fighting with each other, and the rustling sound of writing vigorously, but Lu Qingmao felt that there was a dead silence all around.

The young female teacher walked to his side and whispered, Kiyonuma, you can write about the dean or other elders.

At that time, Lu Qingzhao was still a young man who couldn't hide his emotions, his smile was a bit forced, and his face was so pale that there was no trace of blood.

There is nothing to write about his orphanage.

I like teachers who face one another and back one another, narrow bed boards, food without meat, peers with indifferent relationships, activities exposed to the sun and old houses.

The dean is a good person, but he takes care of too many children, so there are only a few who are assigned to Lu Qingmao.

After the excellent composition was posted in the honor column, Lu Qingzhao stood in front of the wall and looked at it for a long time when all his classmates left.The handwriting of those compositions is childish, and the language is extremely exaggerated.Yes, Lu Qingzhao evaluated these excellent compositions with a subtly critical attitude.He is precocious, and he is gifted in learning, but no matter how talented he is, it is useless. He has no writing materials, and he is also a clever woman who can't cook without rice.

There is a sentence in the full score composition, my mother is the best mother in the world.

Lu Qingzhao obviously sneered at the composition that was full of loopholes in his eyes, but he firmly remembered that sentence, and would often think of it.

He always felt that if there was one merit in that composition, it would be the sensational and exaggerated sentence.

worldwide.

the best.

Lu Qingzhao silently thought about that sentence, the best in the world, how good would it be?

It was pouring rain after school that day.

Sitting on the seat, Lu Qingzhao quietly watched all the children being picked up by their parents, and in the end he was the only one left.The empty classroom, the cold wind pouring in through the doors and windows, and the torrential rain outside the window.

When Lu Qingzhao was young, the one thing he was most afraid of was heavy rain.Not only is it difficult to go back to the orphanage on rainy days, but it is also easy to get sick.

The teachers in the orphanage hate sick children the most, because it costs money to be sick, and the orphans in the orphanage hate sick children the most, because they will be infected.

But Lu Qingzhao's tablemate, the chubby boy, said that he wished to be sick the most, because he could not go to school when he was sick, he could go home and watch TV when he was sick, and his parents would take care of him when he was sick.

When Lu Qingzhao lowered his voice and coughed at night, he suddenly remembered what he said at the same table, and the expression on his face when he said these words to the other party.

There was a greasy and crooked smile on all the fat faces.

Lu Qingzhao said softly in his heart, then why don't you die of illness.

He used to want love so much, so he hated the person who had love so much.

Later, Lu Qingzhao went to see a psychiatrist because of acting problems.The doctor asked if Mr. Lu was in need of love.

For a moment, it was extremely cold, as if walking barefoot in the snow and ice without wearing any clothes.

Things that are not available when young can confuse people for a lifetime.

He walked out of the psychological clinic that day with the anger of being offended and the fear of revealing the truth.He lowered the brim of his hat and walked quickly on the autumn streets.

On the opposite side there was a begging child kneeling on the floor tiles, his eyes were covered by his long dirty black hair.

Lu Qingzhao, who was walking, stopped suddenly. He looked at the child, as if he saw himself in the past.Lu Qingzhao walked up to the child, squatted down, opened his wallet, took out a hundred-yuan bill, and put it in a rusty iron bowl.The child was so pleasantly surprised that he gave Lu Qingmao a look of trepidation. For some reason, Lu Qingmao suddenly wanted to touch that child's head at that moment.

But a man wearing a peaked cap, sunglasses and a mask would be considered a pervert if he did so.

Lu Qingmao stuffed the wallet into his pocket, but his hands were shaking violently.

How much did that idiot child who refused to cry even when he was very sad wanted to be patted on the head?

Children without parents are always stronger because they know it's no use crying.He took a part-time job when he was in high school and was scouted by talent scouts.After eight years of ups and downs in the entertainment industry, he played supporting roles in countless TV dramas, and he continued to act one after another like this, as if there was no end in sight.

At first it was for money, but sometimes I also wondered if his parents saw him on the screen one day, would they regret it for a moment.

He was sitting on the sofa, watching the screen quietly, surrounded by darkness, and suddenly a huge sense of emptiness and desolation engulfed him.

Is Mr. Lu very lacking in love?

He wants to say no, he has so many fans.Obviously there are so many people who like him, why does he lack love.

It's all nonsense.

When he received a gift from a fan for the first time, he happily accepted the gift, and the fans were so excited that they wanted to scream.But suddenly, as if he was sober, the joy in his heart dissipated like swaying bubbles.

The favorite of those fans is the colorful balloons, which can fill the heart to the brim, but in fact they burst with a poke.

Is Mr. Lu very lacking in love?

He unwrapped the fan's gift, and inside was a piece of letterhead with gaudy patterns, fonts of various colors, and countless words of confession.

There is a fanatic fan, from a wealthy family, who is at the age of studying. At first glance, she looks like a girl whose family puts her heart on top of her heart. She put her hand on the corner of her mouth like a microphone, and shouted at him hoarsely: "God Lu! You are the light!" Ahhhhh-"

Lu Qingzhao, who used to sit silently in the corner, raised his eyes indifferently.

He looked at Lu Qingmao, who was now in a state of gold and jade, and was in a state of disrepair.

Why do you like Lu Qingzhao?

Is there anything good about him?

When will you abandon him?

so cold.

The coldness that accompanied him when he was young is still like a shadow at this moment.The boy who once stood on the street thought coldly why he was abandoned.

Was it that he wasn't expected?

Not to be loved by this world.

Why do you think so? It seems that when a couple came to the orphanage to adopt a child, they looked at him, then shook their heads and said, "No, this is too old."

Faced with countless opportunities to be adopted.

"No, we want to adopt a girl."

"This kid is too thin, hey, look how cute that chubby one is!"

"Don't like to talk? We want a lively child."

"Why is it called Qingmao? Those who were thrown by the side of the swamp? No, no, no, no, no, no, we are very particular about this thing. This bad luck cannot be taken home."

"I don't see how he smiles, the child keeps a straight face and doesn't smile... Forget it, I think that smiling little girl is better."

"It looks gloomy, and the elders in the family definitely don't like it."

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So he kept it and missed the best age to be adopted.A teacher once said with emotion: "I feel that Qingnuma is a very good kid. When he grows up, he has developed facial features and is very handsome. Why is it that no one wants him?"

Another elderly teacher said: "This is fate."

Maybe in his life, he should suffer so much.

It was the first time that Lu Qingzhao went to the banquet that his agent had mentioned. The place was in the private restaurant opened by Mo Shuoyue. He had just acted in his first play at that time and knew nothing about it.Mu walked into the cubicle in a daze, and saw the investor sitting with a group of young men who were eating, drinking and having fun. In the smoky room, a man saw him, his eyes lit up, and he waved him to come up for a drink.

A case of wine, the man said: "If you can't drink, sit on my lap and feed me."

His appearance at that time was between that of a teenager and a young man. His facial features were far less sharp than they are now. Due to malnutrition, he did not grow very tall. He looked extremely handsome, but he was more handsome than handsome. Such a appearance was very Likeable.

The light was dim, and the air was filled with the disgusting smell of alcohol and tobacco.

Mo Shuoyue took a glass of wine and said to the man, "You're bullying the little boy again." Mo Shuoyue turned to look at him with an evil smile: "Come on, drink my glass, don't drink his. "

Countless malicious and mocking eyes focused on him.

However, the starlet next to Mo Shuoyue happened to have a drug addiction, so he crawled to Mo Shuoyue's side in embarrassment and begged, saying, Mo Shao, let me drink.

In an instant, a bone-chilling chill hit his heart.

He stiffly walked to the box of wine and began to drink one bottle at a time.

He never drank alcohol.

Two months ago, he was still working in the classroom, worrying about tuition fees, and now he is in this hellish place, bottle after bottle.

The cold wine was poured into the stomach, and there was a faint chuckle in the ear, as if everything was spinning.

In excruciating pain, he clutched his abdomen, fell to his knees and retched.

"Acute gastroenteritis."

Everything is so ridiculous.

If you refuse to take any shortcuts in this circle, then the chances of reaching the top are close to zero.

You say people, why do you live in such a mess, like a bedbug, wriggling desperately in the swamp.

He was on a variety show, and there was no script. That variety show was mainly about pranks, and the host said that the losers would have to pinch their faces.

The colleague who had always been hostile to him clamped the clips on his eyelashes and whispered: "Bitch."

The light shone on his face, which was cold without any warmth.The pain came from the eyes, and the colleague laughed exaggeratedly: "Let's count and see how many eyelashes the eyelash master has lost!"

The audience in the audience laughed accordingly.

There is no backstage, no resources, so I have to work hard all the time, no matter what variety shows, programs, or scripts I take while I am still a little hot.

There is no time to rest, because there is no shortcut to the road he is going to take, and there is nothing, even the end point is slim, and the next second may be an abyss.

He can only sleep for three hours a day, and he is as busy as a spinning top every day, but when he is not busy, he starts to panic again, and unknown and anxious negative emotions strike in the dead of night.

Does Mr. Lu lack love?

On that cold night, he stayed alone in the empty room, as if he had returned to his childhood, when it was raining heavily, and all the children were picked up by their parents, leaving him alone in the cold and empty classroom, It's as cold as a shadow.

Lu Qingzhao closed his eyes by himself, it's so cold, he thought.

Just like when a person was lying alone in the cold hospital because of acute gastroenteritis, the excruciating pain couldn't cover the coldness in his heart.

The chubby tablemate beamed and said: "I like being sick the most, because I don't have to go to school, I can go home and watch TV, and my parents will come to take care of me."

He watched the medicinal liquid on the hanging bottle drop drop by drop, and his heart sank into the endless abyss bit by bit.

In the first four years of filming, he didn't make much money. The agency caught him like a leech and sucked his blood. The script was extremely bad, and the variety shows were tricky. These were the only resources the company would give him.

It wasn't until he acted in Director Chang's movie that he finally made it through. He changed to another agency and donated most of the money he earned.

Because there are no people or things to worry about, it seems that the money earned is useless. Even acting is only because I have persisted for seven years. When persistence becomes a habit, there is no such thing as giving up or not giving up.

When he returned to the orphanage, he found that although the teachers had changed a lot back then, no matter how they changed, the attitude was passed on.

Those children looked at him curiously. Like the original self, they obviously had no expectations, but every time they saw a stranger coming, they would think in their hearts, what if it was my turn to be adopted this time?

But there has been no one.

Lu Qingzhao found that donating money was useless, so he bought more toys and snacks every time he came here. Those toys and snacks he longed to have before, he used to stare at those colorful toys through the glass. When I see someone taking it out and playing with it, I can't help but peek quietly.

The things he had wanted so much as a child, he didn't have the kind of strong desire now when he had enough money.

Some things are lost and can no longer be owned.

Lu Qingzhao once thought that he would live like this for the rest of his life, wearing an elegant and perfect mask in front of people every day, working hard, living in a cold apartment, and visiting orphanages to look after children in his spare time.

When his face ages and he quits the entertainment industry, he will be an old man who is hated by others. He will die in his own room. His body will gradually rot and stink and no one will know. Mouth and nose, cursed secretly.

Yes, bad luck.

"Why is it called Qingmao? Those who were thrown by the side of the swamp? No, no, no, no, no, no, we are very particular about this thing. This bad luck cannot be taken home."

He looked glamorous on the surface, but in fact, when he opened his heart, he was a rotten swamp that was blinded by the sun, and a foul-smelling bubble was unwilling to be reconciled.

Over the years, he has no one he likes, and his heart is that swamp that swallows everyone close to him, including himself.

until one day.

He saw his little master.

Such a dignified face, with a careless expression, Danfeng eyes slightly closed, then slowly opened, looking over casually, his mind went blank as his eyes intersected, as if everything around him gradually faded away, only those Danfeng eyes were extremely clear .

The trembling feeling of being unattainable when he was young overwhelmed him in an instant.

His young master gathered all the things he envied, yearned for and even envied.

His little master.

He and he are people of two worlds.

One is the Kunpeng soaring in the sky, and the other is the rotting swamp on the ground.

People, why are you always attracted to things that don't belong to you?

Because it's really beautiful.

At that moment, the sentence from the composition that he saw in elementary school came to his mind.

worldwide.

the best.

Like a snooper hiding in the corner, he vaguely felt the beautiful mirage, the illusory and unreal feeling, the desire to drown himself, and he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch that rainbow.

His young master has a mole between his eyebrows, and there is an air of nobility in his bones.

His young master, with dimples when he smiles, is so sweet to the heart.

His little master, when Danfeng looked at him, his eyes were full of shining things like stars.

His little master was so beautiful that he wanted to cry.

How could there be such a good person, his young master, who was born to be doted on, had a smooth journey and lived a life of peace and joy.how nice.

A phoenix cannot live without a phoenix tree, and it cannot drink without a Li spring.

At first, he didn't know that he liked the young master.It's like saying grapes are sour when they can't eat grapes. He knows he can't get something, so he will say to himself, I don't like it.

He was resentful towards Mo Shuoyue because of the first incident, so he did some things against the Mo family in the past few years. At first, he made friends with the young master, thinking that it was only because of the Liang family.

Those careful likes are all hidden under the swamp, and the few bubbles that pop up occasionally are silently saying likes.

It's just that he won't admit it.

However, those bubbles were easily popped by the young master's simple sentence "Are you feeling distressed?"

As if back to that day, the psychiatrist asked, "Is Mr. Lu very lacking in love?" That kind of fear of being offended and helplessness.

"Are you feeling distressed?"

"I see it~"

Everything is avoiding but longing to be close.

Everything is close yet out of reach.

Why not admit it?

Why do you like Lu Qingzhao?

Is there anything good about him?

When will you abandon him?

so cold.

If he got it and was cruelly deprived of it, and fell from the clouds to the abyss, then he would rather never get it.

There are many times when I feel that it is unbelievable that he can be with the young master, like a dream.It seemed that all the coldness in the first half of his life, all the coldness of huddling in a corner, was waiting for the day when his little master appeared in front of him, waiting for the warm sunshine to shine on his face.

That night, the young master was drunk and tapped his chest lightly with his hand. Looking at the young master from his angle, one could see the young master's curly eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, and the tails of the eyes were pale peach blossoms. pink.

"Dangdang, is there anyone inside? If not, I will come in!"

Then the closed heart door suddenly opened, and the cold jewels poured out.

How could he like his young master so much? He liked it so much that when he thought of this person, his heart would twitch, and the sweet and cloying emotion made him cry.

The young master who likes him makes him want to laugh even when he hears his voice. He couldn't restrain his smile. In the night alone, in the silent night, he woke up in the middle of the night, and then suddenly thought of the young master.This kind of miss came inexplicably and aggressively, he covered his face with his hands, and then chuckled softly.

Totally can't help it.

He wants to tell the whole world that he is Mr. Lu's young master.

On the night when he confirmed his relationship with the young master, he had a good night's dream. When he went to the set the next day, the assistant looked at him several times and asked, "Brother Lu, are you in a good mood today? Although you didn't smile, I always felt that you He was smiling." At that time, the young master called, and he went out to answer the phone.

What I heard was the energetic voice of the young master: "Hello, hello, dear Mr. Lu, do you think the weather is fine today?"

He thought Mr. Lu's name was really foul, and every time he called it, it made him feel soft.

He once acted in an idol drama and said a few love lines. Facing an actress wearing heavy makeup, when he read the lines, he was still thinking about how bad the screenwriter was, and he could write such exaggerated lines.

Then I met the young master.

It turns out that if I really like someone, when I see him, I can't help but say more crooked words than lines.And you can say it so happily, every word you read is happy to circle several times in the softest part of your heart, and then run out happily.

How can you be so happy?

When he was kissed by the young master, there was really such an inner activity in his heart that he was exhilarated.

His little master is the cutest little master in the world.

worldwide.

the best.

The former Lu Qingzhao just stared at that sentence intently, and remembered that sentence for more than ten years.Before he met the young master, he didn't know why he couldn't forget that sentence.

After meeting the young master, he realized that this sentence meant that the speaker had a unique treasure.

Lu Qingzhao said that the young master is the best young master in the world, so the young master is a unique treasure to him.

Then Lu Qingzhao had his treasure.

So he is the happiest person in the world.

Every minute and every second with the young master is joyful, because I am so happy, sometimes I feel panic and worry about gains and losses.

I always feel that the young master will leave me, run away with better people and never come back.Whenever he thought of this, his chest felt so stuffy that he couldn't breathe. At that time, he couldn't help but pat the young master's head to make sure that the young master was still there.This kind of anxiety has not been relieved after meeting the young master's family and him becoming an international actor.

Because the gap between him and the young master is too great.

The first time he found out about his young master's education, it was on the hot search that night, and he found out about it on the phone with the young master.He hung up the phone, and didn't discuss the countermeasures with the agent immediately. The phone call from the agent kept ringing. He lowered his eyes and typed the young master's name on the keyboard.

A whole bunch of titles.

The light from the screen shone on Lu Qingzhao's face, and Lu Qingzhao slowly blinked his eyelashes twice.

His little master and He are people from his two worlds.

His young master, the starting line is higher than the finish line that ordinary people aspire to in a lifetime.

Sometimes I feel that the young master is too good, so I would like to have more of his bad habits, so that only he is willing to spoil him, so that his young master will not leave.

Lu Qingzhao felt that he was really a bad person.

He always felt that Lu Qingzhao was not a very good person, because he grew up in the swamp and got along with everything that was already rotten inside.

But the longer he stayed with the young master, the better Lu Qingzhao became.

He wanted to donate money in the past, not because he had much kindness to the world, but because his only kindness had nowhere to put it.

He later wanted to donate money because he suddenly felt that every day was beautiful. When he woke up every morning and saw the sleeping face of the young master, he would feel very beautiful.I go to the kitchen to cook every day, thinking that the young master will eat the meals he cooked himself, and he will feel very good.Going to water the flowers in the garden every day, and seeing the young master closing his eyes and smelling the flowers, he would feel very good.

He was holding the young master in one hand, and the three treasures of the Lu family named after the young master in the other. Unwillingness and depression are all blown away.

Only sweetness remains.

It turns out that suffering is such a wonderful taste.

Every day is full of hope, he has full of tenderness and kindness, so he wants to treat the world with kindness.

He went to the orphanage with the young master and chose two children as flower girls, he went to choose the little boy, and the young master went to choose the little girl.The girl chosen by the young master was dumb. She blushed and used sign language to ask the young master why she chose herself.

The young master squatted on the ground, behind him was a white wall covered with ivy, the breeze caressed, and the shades of green floated like waves, the young master's eyebrows were curved, he paused word by word, and said very gently and sincerely: " Because you are a little angel~"

When he got married, the old dean attended as his elder. The old dean already had gray hair. He held Lu Qingmao's hand and said with emotion: "Qingmao, I watched you grow up. Bai Yu Furong comes out of the clear marsh, so you are naturally not disturbed by black dust, you are a good boy."

The petals on the red carpet are blown away by the wind.

Lu Qingzhao was in a daze for a while, he always thought that his name was chosen randomly, the surname Lu was because the dean was named Lu, and Qingzhao was called Lu Qingzhao because he was abandoned by the swamp.

Until now, someone told him that this is not the case.The white jade hibiscus comes out of the clear marsh, so it is naturally not disturbed by the black dust.That's why he's called Kiyuma.

It was as if an invisible prison had been broken. After a while, he hummed very lightly, and looked up at the young master who was chatting with the flower girl in the distance.

The young master didn't know if he felt something, he turned his head and looked at him from afar, and then showed a bright smile, with sweet dimples appearing.

Lu Qingzhao thought, he doesn't care about anything anymore, and he doesn't want to hold grudges anymore. Everything he experienced in those years is no longer important. He has passed the fragile age where he will feel uncomfortable because of his name. Some things are missed. missed.

But now what he has is his whole world, and cherishing the present is the most beautiful thing.

He met, knew each other, and fell in love with the young master. He and he held hands and walked from the end of the red carpet to the end, embracing each other.

There was a lot of snow that year, and the snowflakes fell from the sky in circles. The young master was already covered with white hair, but he still thought the young master was so beautiful. He watched the young master open his arms and walk on the snow. Turn slowly in circles, and then fall silently on the snow.

Cold and crystal-clear snowflakes fell on the young master's face.

That's great, Lu Qingzhao kissed his young master's eyebrows.

When the three treasures of the Lu family left, the young master was so sad that he couldn't eat. If the young master watched him leave first, how sad it would be.Because at that time, no one would hug the young master, hold the porridge and spoon to coax the young master to eat, no one would get up in the middle of the night to see if the young master was so sad that he couldn't sleep, no one would touch the young master's head and say Don't be sad.

His little master should be happy every day.

Isn't it, my little master?

【End of the show】