Impossible Stand-in for Rebirth

At the end of the year, He Qingyu's Shengrong Ceramics ushered in its first major renovation inside and out.He Qingyu stood outside the office building, watching the decoration workers on the outer floor in the sun, transporting paint and necessary materials up and down on the pulley block.

Zhang Xiaocheng came out of the building at this time, found He Qingyu, and smiled sincerely: "Brother Ayu, our company has reached a preliminary scale. I see it in my eyes, and I am very happy for you."

"It's also half of your credit. Xiaocheng, I also want to thank you. When I first started the most difficult time, I was ready to come over as soon as I received my call."

"Hey, brother, we don't need to thank each other." Zhang Xiaocheng smiled with his head down, "You took care of me when you had time before, and you took care of the guests for me, and when I couldn't find my way, you gave me direction of life."

"In my heart, you are just like my own brother."

He Qingyu listened in his heart, not knowing whether to be bitter or relieved.It turns out that Zhang Xiaocheng is also a hard-working person.Hearing what he said, it seems that A Yu introduced Youjian to him before his death.

Although it is indeed possible to relieve Zhang Xiaocheng's urgent need, the income is also very high.But He Qingyu really can't tell now, whether this will harm Zhang Xiaocheng or benefit him.

Maybe everything in this world has two sides.There is also joy in the midst of pain.

He Qingyu raised his head and patted Zhang Xiaocheng: "Trust me, the two of us can make this company the top level in City A. Trust me."

Zhang Xiaocheng looked at He Qingyu and responded sincerely.

At this time, a worker in the office building suddenly called He Qingyu: "Boss Xiao, please come over here."

He Qingyu hurriedly responded, and patted Zhang Xiaocheng's shoulder again: "Success, I'll treat you to dinner another day. I'll go in first now, and you stay here to keep an eye on the workers. Don't let them make mistakes."

He Qingyu got off his Volkswagen, turned to the trunk and picked up the things he brought on the way.He bought too many things, and they were all packed in gift boxes, so he couldn't hold them with both hands.There were only a few scattered boxes left in the car.I'm going to come out and get it later.

He came here to see his father. It was already the end of the new year, and he had to go out to do some errands during the new year.Why don't you take advantage of this spare time and hurry over to visit his dad.

He couldn't come empty-handed, so he bought some household items that his father used, electric blankets, massage chairs, etc., and bought a lot of supplements for the elderly.

He Qingyu went up to the fifth floor and knocked on his father's door.Soon after, his father came to open the door, and when he saw He Qingyu, he smiled and said, "Ayu, you're here." Seeing a bunch of things in his hand, he quickly handed them over to take them. "Come here, why bring so many things? I can't use so much by myself."

He Qingyu almost wanted to shout "Dad, I miss you so much".At the critical moment, he quickly swallowed the "Dad" back, and called out: "Hello, dad." Then he helped his dad carry things into the house.

His father smiled heartily a few times: "Okay, okay, kid, you still remember to come to see me, godfather is very happy."

After speaking, he hurriedly invited He Qingyu into the room.The two put things together in the utility room.He Qingyu was changing slippers at the entrance, and his father went to the living room to pour tea, and said as he walked, "Did you make an appointment? Why are you here today?"

He Qingyu's heart skipped a beat, wondering who his father was talking about.Who came to his father's house at the same time as him?

After changing his shoes, he walked into the living room, but only his father was bending over to pour tea in the living room.On the contrary, the air is filled with the aroma of some food, and the sound of cooking can be heard from the kitchen not far away.There is also the sound of "snoring" from the smoking machine.

He Qingyu was about to ask his dad "who is in the kitchen", but his dad raised his head and smiled and said, "Ayu, sit and drink water. I'll go to the kitchen and bring out the food."

His father was about to turn around and walk to the kitchen after finishing his speech. He Qingyu hurried over: "Dad, sit down, I'll serve the food. You sit..."

His father was stunned for a moment: "Ayu, you are a guest, I'll just go." He Qingyu had already smiled and pushed his father's body back to the sofa: "You sit down. I am your son, not a guest."

What he said was very casual and natural, but it made his father dazed for a while, and for a moment he thought of his son He Qingyu.

He Qingyu has already walked towards the kitchen, looking at the people who are busy in front of the stove, their backs look extraordinarily broad shoulders, and the upper body is wearing a white sweater, which makes people feel very warm.He thought who is this?Maybe it was a friend his dad made.

The man in front of the stove suddenly turned his head and glanced at He Qingyu who was still in a daze.With a little uncertainty in his eyes, he handed the food in his hand to He Qingyu and said, "Do you want to take it away?"

He Qingyu looked at his face in a daze, and almost subconsciously wanted to turn around and leave.It turned out to be Lu Yizhuo...how could he come to his father's place.

He didn't even recognize him just now.

He Qingyu looked at Lu Yizhuo in front of him, and felt a sense of strangeness.But then loathe and hate.

The last time I saw him was more than half a year ago. He Qingyu watched him bursting into tears when his body was buried, with a very sad look on his face.It's been a long time, but he has returned to his former appearance, living a relaxed and happy life.It seems that those things never happened before.

So why did he commit suicide?It's really sad.

He really didn't pick a good day.He bumped into Lu Yizhuo unexpectedly.

He Qingyu endured the impulsive desire to turn around and leave, seeing Lu Yizhuo's undisguised scrutiny, he felt uncomfortable all over.

But then he settled down again.His current body is Xiao Yu.It's Xiao Yu.

Lu Yizhuo didn't recognize Xiao Yu's face.

That's right, he is no longer the He Qingyu he used to be.That cowardly and indecisive He Qingyu.

But Lu Yizhuo has already started to ask: "Are you going to take the dishes away? I'm still cooking here."

He Qingyu took it over: "Yeah." He turned around expressionlessly.

Instead, Lu Yizhuo looked at his back thoughtfully.

As soon as He Qingyu went out, he changed his face and looked at his father with a smile: "Dad, you sit here. I'll clear the dining table, and we'll start eating."

His father responded with a smile, and said to him: "The one in the kitchen is Xiao Lu, who is also Qing Yu's friend before his death. Do you two know each other well?" He Qingyu immediately replied: "I don't know him." Then he turned back When serving the dishes in the kitchen, he looked cold again, and didn't say a word to Lu Yizhuo.

While setting up the dining table, He Qingyu listened to the sound of the TV his father was watching in the living room, but he couldn't help thinking: When did Lu Yizhuo learn to cook?He remembered that he never went to the kitchen before, and he himself told He Qingyu that he couldn't cook.

So when the two of them were together, He Qingyu always cooked.

The stove in the kitchen was suddenly turned off, and Lu Yizhuo came out of the kitchen with the last cold dish in his hand.

He Qingyu was still raising his head, but quickly lowered his head.

Lu Yizhuo glanced at him again, and then said to Father He who was talking to him: "Uncle, my craftsmanship is average, not as good as yours. I hope you like it."

He Qingyu thought to himself, he really didn't know that Lu Yizhuo was such a polite person.It's not the same as before.

Where did his arrogant and arrogant look go?

On the one hand, he quickly suppressed his own thoughts.What Lu Yizhuo has become has nothing to do with him.What is he thinking about here.

It's really evil.

Father He greeted Lu Yizhuo politely: "Little Lu, you have worked hard, please sit down quickly. Ayu has already served the meal."

"By the way, you two don't know each other yet, right?" Father He introduced the two of them to each other again.Lu Yizhuo looked at He Qingyu and stretched out his hand.He Qingyu looked at his father and smiled, reassuring his father, and stretched out his hand to shake it symbolically.

Father He was actually very close to Lu Yizhuo in his heart, because according to Lu Yizhuo, he was the friend Qing Yu had lent him money before he was alive, and Lu Yizhuo spent a lot of money to organize the funeral for He Qingyu.All these eased He's father's difficulties.

He Qingyu also sat down at the four corners of a square table.He didn't want to sit next to Lu Yizhuo, so he had to face Lu Yizhuo face to face.He Qingyu thought that it would be better if there was no one on the other side, and he would just eat a tasteless meal.

But I didn't expect this dish to taste very good.

He Qingyu's father took a sip and said with a smile, "Little Lu is being modest."

Father He said to Lu Yizhuo again: "Xiao Lu, have you met A Yu before?"

He Qingyu was putting rice into his mouth when he paused.

"Looks familiar. I think I met Qing Yu on the day of his burial." Lu Yizhuo's eyes were tightly locked on his face.

He Qingyu also echoed: "Well, I went that day. He Qingyu and I had a good relationship before our death."

"It may be a bit abrupt to say, I didn't seem to know that Qingyu had a friend like you before." Lu Yizhuo smiled, his tone was like a joke.

He Qingyu didn't know how to answer. Looking at the Wuchang fish in front of him, he picked up a chopstick and sent the fish to his father: "Dad, you eat."

After speaking, he stroked his right ear habitually with his hand.

Lu Yizhuo took a look and frowned when he heard He's father's title: "You call Uncle 'Dad'?"

Father He quickly explained: "Ayu recognized me as godfather. That's why he called me dad."

Lu Yizhuo still squinted his eyes, but he responded: "So that's the case. I didn't understand what I heard just now."

He Qingyu just buried his head in his meal and didn't intervene in the conversation.After a while, Lu Yizhuo smiled, took a piece of Mushu meat from the plate with chopsticks, and sent it to He Qingyu's bowl.

He Qingyu was immediately embarrassed. The piece of Mushu meat was placed in the bowl.He raised his head, but bumped into Lu Yizhuo's long and narrow smiling eyes.

What is it about Lu Yizhuo?He finally had to say a stiff thank you.

After the meal, Father He wanted to put away the dishes and go to the kitchen to wash. He Qingyu hurriedly stopped him and said, "I'll do it. I'll do it."

Lu Yizhuo also said on the side: "Uncle, please sit down. A Yu and I will go in and clean up together."

He Qingyu's head felt dizzy, but he still bit the bullet and replied, "Well, Dad, I'll just clear the table with him."

His father had no choice but to sit back on the sofa in the living room.Lu Yizhuo first carried the bowl into the kitchen, and when He Qingyu entered, he saw that he had pulled the sleeves of his sweater up to the middle of his arms, washing the dishes surprisingly gracefully.He Qingyu hurriedly shook his head to stop his reverie.

When Lu Yizhuo was washing the dishes, he went to clean up the pots and shovels, as well as the pressure cooker for steaming rice.Two people occupy a washbasin each.

They both finished washing at about the same time.Lu Yizhuo talked to He Qingyu: "After washing, just put the pot on the stove. You don't need to put it in the cupboard." Hearing what he said, it seemed as if he often came to his father's place.I am no stranger to any place.

He Qingyu felt a little uncomfortable in his heart, and replied: "I know, I don't need you to remind me."

After waiting for a while, Lu Yizhuo didn't reply.He just continued to put the washed bowls back on the table beside them, neatly arranged.

He Qingyu passed him and went out, wiped the dining table outside, and then turned back to wash his hands.

Lu Yizhuo was still standing there, not knowing what he was doing.But he didn't care either.He Qingyu washed his hands and was about to go to the living room, but suddenly a hand was placed beside him, pushing his body against the wall.

He Qingyu was caught off guard by Lu Yizhuo's attack and was pushed against the wall.The wrist was pinched by Lu Yizhuo in the palm of his hand, and the tight touch was clear.Anger welled up in his heart almost instantly, he raised his head and stared at Lu Yizhuo: "What are you doing?!"

Lu Yizhuo stared into his slightly angry eyes, and leaned over with his upper body, almost on top of He Qingyu.

"There's no need to be so angry, right?" The force on He Qingyu's arm in his hand eased a bit: "Why do you always seem hostile to me?"

He Qingyu raised his wrist and struggled hard.But Lu Yizhuo suppressed it with all his strength, and he couldn't break free at all.As a result, the fire in his heart became more intense.

With such a close distance, He Qingyu began to sweat uncontrollably and became nervous. "I didn't. You were thinking too much. Please take your hands away and don't force me to hit someone."

Lu Yizhuo chuckled lightly: "It's just a joke, why are you so serious?" His smile made He Qingyu's scalp tingle.

"I just have something to tell you. I'm afraid you won't listen, that's why I did this." He said again, letting go of his hand.

"Speak up if you have something to say." He Qingyu removed the hand that was pressing on him, the anger on his face had been suppressed, and now it was full of coldness. "This posture of forcing others, can I not get angry?"

Lu Yizhuo smiled apologetically, and then said, "I want to thank you. Thank you for taking such good care of He Qingyu's father." He withdrew his incongruous and playful smile, and his tone was very sincere.

"You're welcome. He Qingyu's father is my godfather now, and I should take care of him." He Qingyu said this coldly, then bypassed Lu Yizhuo and walked out of the kitchen.

Lu Yizhuo was left alone, staring at A Yu's back, with a hint of puzzlement and thought on his face.

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