Rare husband

The log cabin located in the corner of the Ling family garden is the tool room and dormitory for the gardeners. It is neat and simple, and blends well with the surrounding scenery without being obtrusive.

When Ling Yun was a child, he liked to come to this small wooden house to play with Master Chu. After many years, when he saw the small wooden house with green vines on the outer wall from a distance, he laughed before he said anything, and felt very cordial.

Thinking of seeing his childhood playmate again soon, Ling Yun was filled with anticipation, and couldn't help but quicken his pace.

However, before he entered the hut, he just approached the door, and saw the door of the hut was opened from the inside, and a boy in a white shirt, plaid tie, and black trousers came out.

Ling Yun was very familiar with this attire, it was the school uniform of his former alma mater, which was the senior high school donated by the Ling family.

It goes without saying that the boy in uniform must be Chu Jun.

Having not seen each other for many years, Ling Yun has completely lost recognition of the other party. After all, when they met last time, Chu Jun was still a pink and tender little dumpling who could not speak very well.

However, at this moment, the young man in front of him has already come out of Yushu Fenghua, although his face still has some childishness, but the elegance of his gestures is not to be underestimated.

From a distance, Ling Yun showed a smile to the other party, and even called out his nickname, "Xiao Jun!"

Chu Jun, who had just left the house and was about to greet his grandfather, was obviously taken aback when he heard the shout, and when he saw who was coming, he stared at him with some vigilance, and didn't respond immediately, his expression was full of strangeness and alienation.

Ling Yun's enthusiasm was half extinguished immediately, so there is no need to ask again, it seems that Chu Juan has already forgotten him.

But it's normal to think about it carefully. After all, nearly eight years have passed since the last time we parted. At that time, Chu Jun was only five years old. After so many years, the two of them have undergone tremendous changes. How could they recognize each other at a glance? What about the other party?

The smile on Ling Yun's face didn't fade away, but became even brighter. Before Master Chu could introduce him, he stepped forward and intimately told the young man in front of him about his family background, "Xiao Jun, don't you remember me? I'm your elder brother Yun ah!"

Looking at each other expectantly, Chu Jun's face did not show the excitement he expected, but frowned.

"Brother Yun? What Brother Yun?"

After saying that, he stopped paying attention to Ling Yun, but greeted the grandfather who was left behind, "Grandpa, are you back? Is everything going well?"

Ling Yun was left aside in the cold, with an embarrassing smile froze on his face for a moment, it was Master Chu who came to rescue him, and said to his grandson Chu Jun, "Everything is fine, thanks to the chairman and the young master. By the way, Xiao Jun, Why don't you say hello to the young master?"

Hearing this, Chu Juan turned around and looked at the "self-acquainted" just now, a pair of bright and energetic big eyes looked up and down Ling Yun who was standing blankly at the door, but his slightly frowning brows did not relax, as if he was interested in him. Identity remains in doubt.

Seeing that he didn't take the initiative to say hello, Master Chu was a little embarrassed, and hurriedly explained to Ling Yun, "Master, don't mind, this child in my family is a little forgetful. He has come to our house so many times and only recognizes the chairman and his wife. Young master Well, the second young master and the third young lady have also met several times, and every time they bumped into each other, they couldn't recognize each other. This problem is also worrying."

When Ling Yun heard this, his tense back immediately relaxed, and the smile returned to his face. He turned his head and asked Chu Jun, "Xiao Jun is blind? Do you remember me? We played together when we were young, I often have picnics under the big cherry tree by the pond, I'm Ling Yun, don't you remember?"

Having said that, Chu Juan's brows relaxed as expected, and then a trace of pink color that was not easy to be noticed appeared on his fair face.

He lowered his face halfway, his curly eyelashes covered his star-like eyes, and said softly, "I'm sorry, young master, I didn't recognize you for a while."

Ling Yun looked at him, smiling very broadly and lovingly, couldn't help stretching out his hands, imagining how he would rub the hair of his little brother who was only as tall as his shoulders as he was when he was a child.

"It's okay, don't see each other between us, you should call me Brother Yun."

But before his hand touched Chu Juan's hair, he was quickly dodged away by the other party.

Chu Juan's face was almost flushed red. He was close to his grandfather, obviously keeping a big distance from Ling Yun, but he looked at Ling Yun without evasion, and said neither humble nor overbearing, "Master, thank you and the director. The headmaster takes good care of our family. However, I have submitted a report to the school this semester. Please don’t give me a tuition fee reduction. Give this place to a classmate who needs it more. I will study harder in the future. Please Chairman, don't worry."

Being stared at by such scorching eyes, Ling Yun couldn't tell what it was like in his heart for a while.

He withdrew his hand that had stopped in mid-air, and the smile on his face became forced and stiff. In the end, he just nodded and said simply, "Okay, then I understand. I wish you success in your studies." become."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left, without caring about Master Chu's persuasion and explanation.

The result of this reunion was really beyond his expectation. He thought he could relive the happy time with Xiaojun, talk and laugh, and regain friendship.

But the fact is just the opposite.

Chu Juan didn't recognize him at first, but even if he remembered him later, he completely lost the simple and beautiful friendship at the beginning.

He didn't call himself "Brother Yun", but kept talking about "Young Master". What made people feel even more uncomfortable was that the first thing he thought of was to distance himself from him, not even the support from his family.

It can be seen that the two have already separated. After all these years have passed, Xiaojun is no longer a cute boy, but a handsome boy. He is no longer ignorant and ignorant, saying something like "best friend, I want to marry you" Wuji Tongyan.

He has grown up and become outstanding. While outstanding, he also understands the state of the world and the differences and differences between people.

The indifferent feelings of eight years ago may never exist between them again.

Thinking of this, Ling Yun felt sad in his heart, like a treasured gem being smashed by life.

From childhood to adulthood, has he ever had fewer followers and flatterers?But for so many years, there is no second person who can treat him with a pure heart like Xiaojuan did back then, but now, with the passage of time, everything has changed after all.

Because of this matter, Ling Yun was really depressed for quite a while. After all, he was only in his early twenties, not yet a mature and stable young man, not to mention that in his heart, Xiao Jun always had a place. He still couldn't accept such a sudden change.

Although he felt uncomfortable, the work assigned to him by his father did not delay at all, and he completed it very well.

In order to exercise his son's ability, the chairman decided to send Ling Yun to work in a foreign branch for a period of time.

Having just returned to China for less than two months, Ling Yun was somewhat reluctant to be sent abroad again. On the one hand, he was reluctant to part with his family, and on the other hand, he still had a little regret in his heart.

Before leaving, he thought twice and decided to go to the senior high school donated by the group.

A black high-end car was parked in front of the school. The bodyguards in black standing in front of the car and the principal who came after hearing the news all attracted the attention of the students passing by after school.

But Ling Yun didn't take it seriously, he had lived under the halo since he was a child, and he was young and vigorous, just at the age of showing off, so naturally he didn't shy away from it.

Of course, he also had other thoughts.

He still couldn't let go of Chu Jun in his heart, and this kind of worry was more because of his elder brother's protection of his younger brother.

Most of the students in this senior middle school are from superior families and have quite a background. The number of students from ordinary families like Chu Jun who has no foundation is really very small.

When Ling Yun was abroad, he had seen campus bullying, and bullying and bullying. Although he was not a victim, just being a bystander was shocking enough, and some classmates even committed suicide because of it.

Ever since he met Chu Jun that day, he thought of this incident. Xiao Jun is so good now, but his family conditions are not good, but he himself has such a strong self-esteem. Will he encounter similar things when he is studying in a senior high school?

If something like this happens, who will support him?Who stands up for him?Or did he bear it silently?

Thinking of that slender and fair young boy worrying about such a thing, Ling Yun's heart felt as if it was fried in oil.

Before he went abroad to work, he was really worried, so he rushed to the front of the school and waited for Chu Jun, who came out of school, not for anything else, just to let everyone in the school know that Chu Jun had him. With the background of the fourth young master of the family, no one should try to touch him.

However, the idea was good, but when Chu Jun came out of the school gate carrying a schoolbag, chatting and laughing with his classmates, and Ling Yun yelled in public, "Xiao Jun, brother Yun is here!" It was a thousand miles away from what he expected.

The surrounding students also heard the shouts, and saw the radiant handsome man surrounded by the school leaders.

The handsome young man stood beside the car like that, waving vigorously at Chu Jun with a smile on his face.

The students immediately whispered to each other and rushed to Chu Jun to ask, "Chu Jun, who is that? Your brother? Didn't you say that you are the only child? Why do you have an older brother?"

Chu Juan's face had turned eggplant-colored, his hands were tightly clutching the straps of his schoolbag, his eyes were fixed on Ling Yun who was still waving at him, biting his lip, he muttered softly, "This idiot!"

The classmate didn't hear it clearly, and continued to ask him, "Is it your brother? You have such a big presence, you have hidden it really deep!"

"That's right, didn't you receive subsidies for poor students before? I think your family is not poor at all. The school leaders came out to meet your brother, Chu Jun, what exactly does your family do? Did you lie before?! "

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and one sentence attracted the students to cast suspicious glances at Chu Jun. The former student who was excellent in character and learning, humble and friendly turned out to be a liar?

The students' minds are relatively simple, and a simple thing will bother them and arouse great repercussions.

It was beyond his expectation that Ling Yun's appearance would cause Chu Juan such an innocent injustice.

Therefore, he also couldn't understand why when he took the initiative to talk to Chu Juan, the other party not only gave him a big cold stare, but also blushed with anger, and said "I don't know you!"

Then turn around and run away!

Ling Yun stood at the same spot, scratching his head stupidly, puzzled until he was driving back, when he slapped his thigh and remembered, yes, why did Xiao Jun say that he didn't know him, because he was face-blind!

Thinking about it this way, my depressed mood has obviously improved...

The author has something to say: as soon as I write, I develop in the direction of sand sculpture.