God is Daozu

Qiang Ju opened her eyes in Lu Chan's dream.

Long time no see, Zhou Ming.

Qiang Ju said from the bottom of her heart.

Zhou Ming was sitting in front of a wooden table in a white shirt, looking rare and elegant. He was painting intently with a brush in his hand. There was only a rustling sound in the bedroom with a warm floor lamp on. Lu Chan was neither near nor far away. Standing still and looking at Zhou Ming, Lu Chan was so quiet that Qiang Ju had an illusion that perhaps Lu Chan had liked Zhou Ming before, Lu Chan quietly looked at Zhou Ming's face, Zhou Ming's wrist, He was even breathing lightly.

Zhou Ming put down the paintbrush, Lu Chan stood there for a few seconds, then walked over. On the drawing paper was a middle-aged woman in a white coat, her loving gaze met Zhou Ming's.

"Professor Li?" Lu Chan was uncertain.

"Ah."

"You drew her so softly that I didn't recognize her."

Lu Chan sat on the table, reaching out to stroke Zhou Ming's forehead hair.

"She has always been a very gentle person, don't you believe it?"

Lu Chan smiled, "Probably they are always kind to geniuses."

"I have always thought this way, but she is really good to me. If it weren't for the different research directions, I would be more willing to be her student than Professor Bai's student."

Zhou Ming gently lifted the paper, his voice was full of unrepressible emotion, his expression was a little embarrassed, he seemed unwilling to show this emotion, but his eyes and voice were as excited as a child's.

"Lu Chan, do you know," Zhou Ming's voice was intermittent, and he was eager to tell with a feeling of fullness, "I hate women very much, maybe because the first woman I faced in my life... my mother, she let me I'm disappointed...I hate this woman for being promiscuous, I hate that she's a mistress, and I hate that she put me on the back of this dirty discrimination."

"I see."

"When I was taken to Zhou's house, I hated her even more. No matter how hard I tried, how cute I was, I couldn't fit into that place. I met a lot of women, beautiful, mediocre, and I have seen a lot of women around my father." Zhou Ming sneered, extremely disdainful.

"But Professor Li is different. She is very smart. She has her own ideals. She is different from those women in the upper district, and she is also different from the women in the lower district. She appreciates me because of my talent, but she treats me well. , far beyond my imagination, this kind of kindness does not seem to be profitable, it is different for her to be kind to me and appreciate me, do you understand?"

Zhou Ming raised his head and stared at Lu Chan, Qiang Ju was surprised to see the arrogant impetuousness settled down in those eyes, they were very soft eyes, "She knows that I am not a good student, she knows that I am proud and flamboyant, she Knowing who I am, but she was good to me, I felt love and harshness around her, she berated me, she loved me, she taught me."

"I think maybe mother should be like this." Zhou Ming held the thin drawing paper, which trembled slightly.

Zhou Ming smiled suddenly, mocking himself for saying these words, but there was deep emotion in his eyes, "What an imperfect person I am." Zhou Ming laughed at himself.

"I see."

Lu Chan said coldly, got up and left, walking quickly and neatly.

"Lu Chan!"

"Lu Chan!"

Zhou Ming rushed forward and grabbed Lu Chan's sleeve.

"My lovely good student," Lu Chan said without any emotion in his voice, "what is the difference between your current appearance and your mistress mother? There is no such thing as long-lasting love in this world, so what if you get love from her , Does Professor Bai respect you? Do other students respect you? Does your father respect you? No matter how smart you are, you can’t be manipulated by others? People like you are the first to die in wars. Who would regret your intelligence? "

Lu Chan squeezed Zhou Ming's chin, and said slowly, "You are indeed very smart, but what is the difference between you and other illegitimate children? Don't forget, when there is a war, the civilian guides and sentries are the first to die, as well as us, but What about us? Lives are much cheaper than civilian soldiers. They die, but someone is sad, and it is worth broadcasting, but what about our death?"

Lu Chan laughed

"She treats you well, but she will never become your mother, and you will always be Zhou Ming."

Daniel went to Yu Langran's side.

I left in the afternoon and left in a hurry.

Qiangju brought the eustoma back. When I first received it, there were still a few light blue flower buds, but now they are all curled up. Qiangju took it out of the vase, wiped off the branches, and carried it to the Walking downstairs, the servants on the first floor looked weird. Daniel could block the servants' mouths, but he couldn't block the chatter under the eaves. Qiang Ju's gaze passed over their eyes one by one.

He didn't care about misunderstandings, and he didn't really care what he looked like in the eyes of others. Only when Daniel went to Yu Langran's place, Qiang Ju felt uncomfortable when he faced the subtle eyes of the servants.

He deeply understood what Daniel said at the time under the sun, even though he didn't care whether others recognized it or not.

But I like him, and he likes me, is this something worth covering up?I think it is a glorious thing for us to like each other. Is it because of the matching of pheromones that we should classify likes into different categories?

Qiangju carried the flowers and walked towards the hillside.

He thought Jiang Ping would show up, but this time he didn't. He waited for a long time but didn't see Jiang Ping's figure.

He found the place where the flowers were buried, dug the wet and cold soil, and buried the bunch of eustomas. The sky was cold and gloomy, as if it hadn't cleared up since that night.

Why does Daniel always go to Yu Langran?

Why do we have to fall in love like this?

Will we be criticized like Aunt Lu Ye and Yu Ran?

If only I were the only one who would be criticized.

Qiang orange put down the eustoma and stroked the withered petals.

I find it so easy to be yourself or fight prejudice.

I don't care about other people's cold knife, and I don't care about pain.

but if you add

This is a scary thing for me.

Do you think so too?

The petals loosely left the branches, Qiang Ju was caught off guard and saw a line of words on the soft and lifeless petals——

Xiao Qiang, Merry Christmas

In an instant, Qiang Ju checked all the petals, and all the pictures after he woke up appeared in his mind

Qiang Tangerine

Dumb

old baby

mental illness

Qiang Tangerine

Qiang Tangerine

Qiang Tangerine

Little sir

Qiang Ju suddenly realized that no one in this place would call him "Xiao Qiang"!

Who would call me that? !

No!No!The other petals don't have any words!

No!No!

An unbelievable thought suddenly emerged from the depths of memory

Go straight to the basement, open the door, the spiral staircase leads to the high ceiling, the man is sitting on the sofa and smiling at him with a book.

The person who would call me Xiao Qiang was in my past.

"Is that you?"

Qiang orange smoothed the petals, it didn't look like handwritten handwriting, the handwriting was the same as in the textbook, neat and indifferent, he felt a kind of deliberation, deliberately not to reveal any clues.

Will it be you? !

Is it you!

The night of waiting for the survivors to be his family members seemed to reappear again. Qiang Ju was afraid of such conjectures, and had to endure the torment of disappointment if he had expectations. Complicated feelings, that almost killed him.

If the person who sent the flowers was not you, I might hate the person who gave them to me.

He was angry and powerless.

will it be

torment