Master Lu's Black Belly Milk Cake

The story was only halfway through when the narrator stopped talking, and Zhong Yi couldn't help urging: "Then what? Did she really leave you there?"

The corner of Lu Hezhang's mouth curved slightly, "If I was really abandoned at that time, where did the current Lu Hezhang come from?"

If his mother had really cruelly left him in that strange city, I am afraid that Lu Hezhang would have quietly disappeared in a corner of that city that no one knew about. How could there be a possibility of being recognized by the Lu family.

He still remembers this inexplicable woman, his mother, who yelled that he was a villain, and couldn't help crying, "You are my own, how can I be willing to throw you away."

Zhong Yi laughed, "Your mother is really an amazing mother."

"Then do you hate her now?" Zhong Yi asked again.

Lu Hezhang's tone was still calm, "There's nothing to hate. In that situation, it's already very difficult for her to take care of herself. It's normal for her not to take care of me. At least she didn't let me starve to death."

Lu Hezhang's expectations for his mother... are really low...

"And then? Did she take you to that city to start a new life?"

"No," Lu Hezhang turned the steering wheel at the turning intersection, and then continued, "She refuses to work hard. She always eats a full meal and is hungry. It didn't take long before she got stomach cancer. There was no money for treatment. After a few years, she died. died."

Before he died, he did a good deed. He contacted the Lu family and asked them to take Lu Hezhang back.

Zhong Yi didn't know what to say, he felt a sad atmosphere spreading in the car.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are the last things to comfort.

After the car drove into the underground parking lot of the hotel, Lu Hezhang took a deep breath, his voice a little hoarse, "Actually, as long as you have 200 yuan, you can have surgery to cure it."

But the 200 yuan was a huge amount of wealth that he and his mother could not earn at that time.

Zhong Yi didn't know what to say to comfort him, "Mr. Lu, you now have more wealth than most people in the world."

"But even if I am willing to exchange [-] million now, I can't get back the [-] at that time." Lu Hezhang said.

The two got out of the car and walked towards the elevator. No one spoke during the entire elevator ride. It was not until they entered the Zhongyi Hotel room that Lu Hezhang said: "I asked them to open a room for me. You have a good rest. I still have Work."

Zhong Yi said "Yes", and before Lu Hezhang left, he mustered up the courage to say: "Mr. Lu, I will be obedient in the future, and I will never drink ice water in the middle of the night again."

"Also," he gave himself a bit of buffer time, and continued, "If you feel lonely, treat me as your relative." Lu Hezhang looked up at him, with unclear emotions in his eyes, "Dear relative?"

Zhong Yi's cheeks flushed after howling the words in a sloppy voice, "I may think too highly of myself, but I really want to be your relative."

Lu Hezhang thought of something more, and finally he only said "um" verbally, but converged his thousands of thoughts into his eyes.

The originally planned three days turned into the last day. Today’s task is to record the fields from dusk to late night and practice the changes of light and shadow.

After a rain in the morning, in the afternoon, those clouds that hadn’t had time to be blown away were turned into burning clouds by the sunset. A group of art students were so amazed that they immediately took pictures with their mobile phones and started painting.

The process of sunrise and sunset is always quite fast, and the sky that was still bright just now turned dark in the blink of an eye. Just as they were about to take out the lights, a muffled thunder exploded in the sky.

The teacher in charge was startled, and immediately said: "Everyone, pack your things quickly, it seems that there is going to be a thunderstorm."

Their painting utensils were useless in the rain.

After all, the rain still runs faster than people, Zhong Yi just got into the painting, and the last few strokes are still missing, and he feels uncomfortable if he doesn't make up these few strokes.Because of this delay, when the raindrops fell, everyone else hid in the car, only Zhong Yi hadn't had time to pack their things.

It's nothing for a big man like him to get caught in the rain. These paintings can't be rained, otherwise his hard work will be in vain.The painter may be more or less crazy. In this weather where the temperature dropped suddenly, he actually took off his coat and wrapped the painting inside.

After packing up his things, Zhong Yi was about to run away, but when he raised his leg, he felt tripped by something.

It was raining heavily, and he was wearing glasses, so his vision was blurred. He could only see a cloud of white mist and a dark figure beside him.

As soon as the man opened his mouth, Zhong Yi felt a chill rush from the soles of his feet to his heart.

"Student, I haven't seen you for a few days."

The gloomy voice seemed to be heard somewhere.

He took off his glasses to identify the man's face, but in an instant, he felt a strong force behind him, and he was pushed hard from behind!

Lu Hezhang was concentrating on his work. The glass windows with excellent sound insulation effect cut off the sound of the shower. He didn't know it was raining outside until he received a call.

The voice of the female teacher on the phone was trembling: "Is Zhong Yi's uncle? Zhong Yi is gone, and we can't find him no matter what."

Lu Hezhang almost smashed the laptop in his hand, and said sharply: "Send me the location, I will drive there now."

While he was rushing to the underground parking lot, the teacher told him on the phone: "There was a sudden rainstorm just now, I didn't pay attention to him for a while, and when I got in the car to count the number of people, I realized that Zhong Yi hadn't come up yet, so I called him I can’t get through, and I can’t find it anywhere.”

Lu Hezhang didn't want to blame the teacher for his dereliction of duty, he could only blame him for being too careless and failing to protect him well.