Offensive change: superficial love

Chu Ruxu moved neatly, and soon, the tomato beef brisket risotto with a small plate of egg and shrimp was served in front of Yan Ju.

Yan Jue enjoyed the pleasant breakfast time leisurely, while Chu Ruxu tidied up the kitchen very familiarly, he thoughtfully sorted the things he brought, and pasted small sticky notes as if he was afraid that Yan Jue might not recognize them.

Yan Ju looked at Chu Ruxu, who was as complacent as a dove occupying a magpie's nest, from the corner of his eye, feeling a little complicated.

Shouldn't he have been let in just now... Yan Jie slandered.

This is obviously already a posture that can't be driven away.

"Yan Ju." Chu Ruxu called him suddenly.

It's not brother, only the two simple words "Yan Ji".

It's the same title he called when he suddenly appeared this morning.

Yan Ji was a little uncomfortable, but he just lowered his eyes and didn't pay attention to him immediately, and didn't try to correct anything.

He has never had any particular preference for calling this kind of thing, as long as it suits his ear.

Yan Ju raised his head and looked at the other party in silence, suddenly his mood was not as good as before, and he was even a little lazy to talk to him.

Obviously, subconsciously, he probably felt that "brother" was more pleasing to the ear.

I don't know whether Chu Ruxu observed the subtle changes in Yan Ju's mood, or deliberately teased him, and when he spoke again, those two crooked words came back.

"Brother, do you have a beautiful new vase?" Chu Ruxu asked with a smile.

vase?

Yan Ju couldn't help being startled, and after a while to react, he followed Chu Ruxu's gaze and looked towards the door.

A cluster of small wildflowers is stacked on a cool white wooden shoe cabinet.

Yellow, white, pink, and purple are mixed together, blooming vigorously and messily.

Ugly is not ugly, but the beauty is really thin.

Anyway, none of them can be named.

Yan Yu: ...

This thing also comes with a vase?

Yan Ju shook his head speechlessly, but before Chu Ruxu could react, he paused for a moment, then, as if remembering something, he got up and walked to the deepest drawer in the corner of the cabinet, after searching for a long time, he finally found a rainbow-colored one. mug.

There is also a big head photo of Bailu printed on it.

Yan Ju squatted on the ground, raised his head and smiled slyly at Chu Ruxu, shook the things in his hand at him, and said teasingly, "There are no beautiful new vases, only ugly broken cups."

Chu Ruxu was taken aback for a moment, looking at Bai Lu's very unhappy face on the wall of the cup, he was immediately amused.

He snorted softly, licked his itchy back molars with the tip of his tongue, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his tone was so vain and docile that he couldn't hold back: "Brother, you need to use a couple cup with a picture of your ex-boyfriend printed on it to insert it Flowers from suitors?"

Yan Ju looked at Chu Ruxu's awkward expression, couldn't help it, and laughed, "Is there any problem?"

"That's it, whether you like it or not." He calmed down slightly, pretending to be unhappy, and frivolously put the cup on the countertop, tilted it like a bird, got up and walked to the living room.

The cups were given by the community property when the house was handed over, and almost every household has similar ones.

It is said that in order to show the community's thoughtfulness and concern for the residents, after knowing that he and Bo Lu are a same-sex couple, they also specially customized an international universal rainbow pattern.

But in view of the intensity of the relationship between the two, it is definitely not enough to be able to use the pair of cups willingly. Moreover, since Yan Ju moved in at the beginning of last year to now, Bo Lu has only stayed here two or three times, so there is really no chance.

Of course, the main reason is that it doesn't look good.

The large floor-to-ceiling windows on three sides never block the curtains. The living room occupies most of the first floor. With this design, it looks as if it is going to extend out and integrate with the backyard.

During the renovation, Bai Lu commented that it was like a transparent dust cover that traps exquisite artwork.

But Yan Ju likes it very much.

He likes that every corner of the house can be illuminated by sunlight.

Not only because a bright environment is more likely to bring him a good mood, but if you have to delve deeper, this is actually a mechanism for him to desensitize the past.

His childhood "home" was a bit smaller than the current one. The three-story small western-style building is a bit old, and it is the most beautiful building in the local historical and cultural building protection area.

After all, he has an artist mother who inherited all the inheritance from his grandfather, a romantic and wealthy kind.

Yan Jue’s house is full of colorful things: exquisite and unique glazed handicrafts, graffiti done by him and his mother on the walls, small gifts brought back by his father every day, and a courtyard full of flowers all year round.

My mother likes to sit in the courtyard wearing a white suspender skirt and draw pictures. She has mediocre talent and can't create any amazing works, so she just wants to have fun.

As an only child, she has been taken care of very well since she was a child. She looks bright and attractive, and she has a bright mind. She has never experienced pain or wronged. No change.

She donated half of the rich inheritance, but the remaining half alone was enough for her to comfortably spend the rest of her supposedly long life.

She really couldn't find any troubles, so even if she met her lover and gave birth to a child, she looked no different from when she was a girl.

She and her lover are not married, they just live together and raise their son together. There is only Yan Ji on her household registration, not that man.

The son's appearance did not follow her, only his eyes resembled——

When he smiles, the end of his eyes is slightly raised, as if he is full of affection all the time.

Yan Ju likes lying in her arms the most, listening to her tell bizarre stories, and listening to her read light and unclear love poems.

But occasionally she can be seen talking to herself with a sad expression, saying: "Only when you can choose to leave the current life at any time, can a person be free and happy."

Her lover collected countless rare flower seeds from all over the world for her, and worked hard to keep her garden full of vitality all year round.

My mother also often said "love him", but the other party never had the confidence to believe it, so she could only force a smile and ask her "When do you plan to marry him?"

It would be nice if life could go on like this.

It's a pity that the beauty is destined to be shattered from the moment of birth.

A person as light as an illusion like my mother cannot be retained by anyone.

After a fierce quarrel, the mother disappeared in the dead of night, without a note, without a message, and she didn't even remember to kiss Yan Ji's forehead for the last time.

Since then, Yan Ju's biological father has been decadent for a while, and finally one morning, he tidied himself up again, smiled and made Yan Ju his best breakfast—a bowl of Yangchun noodles Served with a perfectly poached egg.

The man seemed to be in a trance, but Yan Ju didn't notice it. He was still too young. He only knew that his father was in a good mood today, so he couldn't help but want to act like a baby, saying that he wanted to add another egg.

But the other party didn't seem to hear, ignored Yan Ju's concerned inquiry, and went out with a backpack.

And he got the news from his parents again three months later.

The police, lawyers, and the estate trust manager who came after hearing the news knocked on the door of Yan Ji's house together——

His mother died.

His father absconded in fear of crime after the murder.

The beautiful houses are mottled, and the fine gardens are desolate.

When no one is watching, the ivy is vigorously climbing the wall, covering all the windows like a metaphor, and there is almost no sunlight in the room, only the lifeless darkness and the loneliness day after day.

Yan Ji has completely become an unwanted child...

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The next chapter promises to be sweet back (I swear!)