Can't tell the truth from the fake

Lu Xi stayed in Qingshi's house that night.

According to Qingshi, this house was given to her by someone else. It is a small two-storey bungalow, covered with white square bricks, and has a large garden.

The next day, after breakfast, Lu Xi limped on crutches to the open-air balcony on the second floor, watching Qing Shi holding a watering can in the garden and watering the roots of the walnut tree near the window.

Since he woke up, he has been thinking about what he should do in the future. In connection with the situation of the owner of this body, he decided to continue to pretend to have amnesia and adapt to the situation.

As for why the woman in front of him told him that her name was Qing, although he was curious about the secret hidden in her body, he was not prepared to ask, nor did he intend to reveal his true identity.

After all, Lu Xi is dead, and the 24 years he has lived in this world have failed completely.

His life was full of darkness and chaos, from childhood to endless training, to youth with countless missions and killings, until he met Gu Wen at the age of 21, a man with A life completely different from his, to him, is like the warmest torch in winter, lighting up his world.

But in the end until death, that person only had hatred and disgust for him instead of the love he expected.

He betrayed his relatives because of Gu Wenzhong, but he couldn't get any understanding or comfort.

The man always insisted that the information he got was accurate, and he believed that seeing is believing and nothing is true, no matter what he explained, it was futile.

There was a sarcastic smile on the corner of Lu Xi's mouth. He took out a cigarette from the cigarette case on the coffee table, lowered his head, lit it and put it in his mouth.

The smoke clouded his face, blurring the sentimentality in his eyes.

"Chinning! I told you not to smoke in the house!" Qing Shi went upstairs at some point, holding a water bottle and standing at the stairs and shouted to him.

"Okay, I'm sorry I forgot." Lu Xi pinched his cigarette and said apologetically.

"What are you looking at?" Qing Shi came over and stood beside him.

"The walnut tree in the yard." Lu Xi smiled and said casually, "Someone would plant such a thing at home."

Qing Shi was startled when he heard his words, and lowered his eyes.

"Your voice when speaking Chinese is very similar to a person I knew before."

"Really?" Lu Xi asked indifferently.

"You didn't speak much Chinese before, and he didn't often speak English, so I didn't notice it before."

"What a coincidence, I would like to meet him if I have the chance."

Qing Shi paused suddenly and did not speak.After a while, when even Lu Xi was thinking about whether his answer was too presumptuous, Qing Shi raised his head and looked at him.

There seemed to be tears in the corners of her eyes, and her eyes became hazy in the water.Her eyes were red, but her voice was still soft: "He passed away."

Lu Xi froze for a moment, then said dryly, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, it's been a long time." Qingshi smiled and shook her head, she pointed to the walnut tree mentioned just now, "The boss planted it himself."

"Why grow walnuts?"

"Because he said someone important to him liked nuts."

Lu Xi raised his eyebrows and looked down at the walnut tree in the courtyard.

The treetops are covered with slender leaves, which are emerald green under the emerald golden halo, and the leaves are wrapped with immature and fragile fruits.

As the breeze blows, the hanging branches of the walnut tree and the morning glory hooked on the window are entangled with each other and sway gently.

"How old is this tree?"

"Two years."

"Are you the nut-lover your boss said you were?"

"No."

"I can rest assured that."

"……what?"

"I'm afraid that your boss will feel jealous when he finds out that I live here, and beat me up."

After Qingshi heard this, she chuckled, looked at Lu Xi and said, "Why do you think you are much cuter than before?"

Lu Xi curled his lips, habitually wanted to pick up a cigarette again, but was stopped by Qingshi's eyes.

"Isn't that natural? I'm not that kind of scum, okay?"

"You can talk to Song Liwen and see if he believes it." Qing Shi spread his hands, turned and left the balcony, "I'm going to work."

"Bye!"

After saying goodbye to her, Lu Xi propped his arms on the railing of the balcony, and leaned sideways against the white pillar.

He tilted his legs in plaster, pointing his toes on the wall unconsciously, looking at the walnut tree in the yard, imagining the tempting taste of the ripe fruit in his mind.

——His favorite food is walnuts.