Dear Mr. Lu

022

From the beginning to the end, it was too a coincidence, and he was too affected. If Luo Wencheng hadn't almost died, he would have suspected that this person approached him on purpose.

But as long as he thought that this kid in his early twenties almost lost his life, Lu Chong couldn't feel any doubt in his heart, but a little pity overflowed.

Lu Chong casually sat down by the flower bed, his inadvertent dignity almost made people think that he was sitting on an expensive leather sofa, and he pointed to his side: "Sit down, are you feeling better?"

Luo Wencheng sat down cautiously: "The doctor said that I can be discharged from the hospital. Well, on the night I was just admitted to the hospital, Mr. Lu also came. I was not clear-headed at the time, and I don't remember what I said. If there is any offense, please forgive me. Forgive me, Mr. Lu."

From time to time flashed through his mind the image of himself hugging this man for comfort, and saying something like "I am your younger brother who lives outside", and he felt restless, ashamed and embarrassed.

The white and tender young man's face flushed red, full of apprehension, Lu Chong couldn't help teasing him: "What did you offend me?"

Luo Wencheng groaned, stretched out his index finger and scratched his face, unable to answer the question.

Lu Chong secretly sighed in his heart, compared to being depressed and gloomy lying on the bed, it really is better as it is now, it is so vivid and vivid, which makes people feel happy when they see it.

He didn't continue this topic, but glanced at the drawing board in Luo Wencheng's hand: "What did you draw?"

"It's just some simple scenery." Luo Wencheng handed over the drawing board embarrassedly, "The drawing is not good."

Lu Chong flipped through it, that is, the scenery in the hospital, in every corner, there are flowers, grass, trees, buildings and cars. Lu Chong doesn't know art, but he still has the basic appreciation ability. These sketch strokes It is still a little immature, but there is a kind of aura between the lines. It is obviously a static thing, but it seems to reveal a unique tension and charm.

The only figure painting is the boy playing ball just now, and the picture of the family of three was sent out, leaving only the little boy alone, with a few strokes, and the facial features are not very clear, but he is smiling The appearance is to make people feel happy, very happy and happy, as if the light of the whole world is concentrated on this villain, but after watching for a long time, Lu Chong feels that there is a kind of extreme sadness emerging, which makes it difficult to breathe.

Lu Chong remained silent for a long time, and turned to look at Luo Wencheng after a while: "What did you think when you drew this?"

Luo Wencheng looked at the painting and said: "This child has a serious congenital heart disease. This time he is hospitalized and needs to undergo surgery, but the risk is very high. He has been unable to run, dance, or laugh since he was a child. This is the first time he has played. Ball, I saw that he was having a good time, and I was also happy in my heart, but then I thought about it, is it because his parents were worried about the failure of the operation, and couldn't bear to let him have no experience of playing in his life, so they brought him out to play? Think about it, feel sad again."

When Luo Wencheng talked about his works, people slowly settled down. With the Qingyuan and meaningfulness when Lu Chong looked at it from afar, he said: "I want to draw him happy, but it seems that too much of my own emotions have been incorporated into it. , this painting looks cheerful, but just because it is too deliberate, it has a sense of extreme opposites, which is not auspicious, so I abandoned it and painted another."

He was silent for a moment, then turned around to look at Lu Chong and felt a little embarrassed: "When I paint, I like to substitute the objects of my paintings. Mr. Lu, don't I look too sentimental like this?"

Distressed and uncertain...

Lu Chong could hardly bear to pat his head again, and he said, "You paint very well." A few strokes are so contagious, even a layman Lu Chong knows how rare this spirituality is in youth.

He frowned, why did Luo Wencheng never mention this in his documents?

Back then, the second youngest of the Luo family seemed to be synonymous with the second generation ancestor, idiot, and ignorant, but it is understandable when you think about it, Luo Kaifang made up his mind to raise and discard him, and surrounded by a bunch of cronies, even the best seedlings will not grow. Well, and the written report he got was nothing more than Luo Wencheng in the eyes of outsiders. Who would bother to understand his true inner self?

Lu Chong took another deep look at Luo Wencheng, and the plan in his heart was finally finalized.

Luo Wencheng smiled shyly after hearing the compliment, and said, "Mr. Lu, I am in good health, and it would be a waste to be hospitalized again. Can I be discharged today?"

"At this time, someone should have arranged for you to be discharged from the hospital. Do you need to pack something? If you have anything, go up and pack it up and leave."

"Ah?" Luo Wencheng looked confused, already done?

But the point is not that, the point is, "Go? Where?"

"You'll know if you keep up." Lu Chong stood up and looked at Luo Wencheng with a slight smile. He was already handsome enough, but when he looked down like this, his brows were straight and warm, and his eyes were deep and moving.

Luo Wencheng was stunned for a moment, turned his head away and blushed a little, this man was frighteningly cold when his face was cold, but his smile was really too good-looking.

"I, I'm going to clean up." He said and went upstairs. He didn't have many things, except for the clothes that Liu Weizhi bought for him these days, which Liu Weizhi had someone bring to him from the hotel where he lived. a backpack.

Back in the ward, the nurse was cleaning the room, and smiled when he saw him: "The young man is back?"

Luo Wencheng nodded politely: "I'm going to be discharged from the hospital, Auntie has worked hard these days."

"Are you going to be discharged from the hospital? It's a good thing. Do you want to pack your things? Do you want me to help?" After getting an unnecessary answer, the nurse went out tactfully.

As soon as the door was closed, Luo Wencheng's smile gradually disappeared. He walked to the bed and looked down from the window on the sixth floor. He happened to be able to see the flower bed where he and Lu Chong were sitting just now. However, two villains split out, one was raising the flag and shouting excitedly: "Successful, successful, the target seems to have a good impression of you, the first step is completely successful!"

The other folded his arms and sneered: "Luo Wencheng, look at you, pretending to be a fool, pretending to be obedient and smiling, you really worked hard to win that man's favor, be happy, do you want to sleep with him next? You say you Cheap or not, what's the difference between this and Luo Wenjun? You lived your whole life just to cling to a man?"

Luo Wencheng stood for a long time, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth: "So what?"

"So what about cheap? What about hypocrisy? What about shameful? Can I live well without this? No."

"I don't have a lifetime, I only have one year to live."

No, less than a year, only eleven months left.

The Luo family is like a giant to him, but it can be destroyed with one hand in front of Lu Chong. If Lu Chong can give him the power to control the life and death of the Luo family, if Lu Chong can make the Luo family in front of him, even if he hates him, he can't touch him. I still have to bow down to him and swallow my anger. If Lu Chong can let him out of the anger that he has held back for more than ten years in his previous life, so what if he pleases and acts good, so what if he sells his body?

He is not ashamed of this, and he will not feel sorry for it. Life in this world is nothing more than benefits and exchanges.

The only thing that surprised him was that Lu Chong was unexpectedly easy to conquer, he seemed to be a gentle person, as a lover, as a benefactor, it shouldn't be an unbearable thing.

I just don't know if he treats Luo Wenjun and other lovers the same way.

Luo Wencheng took out a wallet wrapped in a handkerchief from his backpack. It was given to him by Lu Chong on the bridge that night. He took a look at it and threw it into the trash can, just like throwing away that once-flash-in-the-pan, extremely absurd extravagant hope.