The assistant stayed where he was. Lu Zixian walked slowly over holding a black umbrella and came to the tombstone. He lowered his waist and presented the small white flowers in his hand.
Lu Zixian did not speak, but stood quietly in front of the tombstone.
In fact, he didn't know what to say.
Lu Zixian's cold black eyes fell on Lu Sijue's photo. This father was too unfamiliar to him, and he only found out today that Liu Zhaodi was not his biological mother. The true love in his father's heart was Liu Yingluo.
She is his biological mother.
It seems that...he only sneaked into the study when he was very young, touched the paintings collected by his father, and took a look at Liu Yingluo in the paintings.
After that, he never saw Liu Yingluo again.
Until now, he has never seen Liu Yingluo in person, not even a glance.
So, what should he say?
His father and mother are so strange to him, what do you want him to say?
"Zixian, are you back?" At this time, a big hand fell on his shoulder and patted him.
Lu Zixian glanced sideways at Lu Hanting beside him. He was not used to it. Lu Hanting suddenly became his biological brother. Over the years, he seemed to have been excluded from the Lu family, and he was used to it.
"Brother." Lu Zixian called out, and then his cold black eyes fell on Xia Xiwan's clear pupils behind Lu Hanting.
Xia Xiwan also looked at him, a soft smile appeared in her clear eyes, so warm and bright, "Hi, Zixian, long time no see.
Yes, long time no see.
She hasn't seen him for four years.
But for Lu Zixian, they had just met not long ago. After hearing the news about her, he set out to travel thousands of miles, walking on the road she walked, blowing the wind she blew, and following her in a corner she didn't know.
She reunited quietly.
Lu Zixian's lips curled up slightly, hiding all the emotions in his eyes, "Sister-in-law, long time no see."
"Yes." Xia Xiwan nodded. The old friends reunited, and even the sadness of parting was dissipated.
"Zixian, let's go home."
go home?
Lu Zixian nodded, "Okay."
…
In the Lu family mansion, Lu Zixian entered the study room, and Mrs. Lu was already waiting for him inside.
Regarding life experience, someone has to tell me, and the funny thing is that Lu Zixian is the last one to know.
After a long time, Mrs. Lu was pushed out exhausted. Lu Zixian, handsome and tall, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. He took off his black clothes. Underneath, he was wearing a white shirt and black trousers. He had a cool and elegant aura.
, people can’t take their eyes away.
He looked into the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.
"Zixian." At this moment, a soft voice came from behind.
Lu Zixian's heart skipped a beat, and when he turned around, Xia Xiwan had already walked over.
"Sister-in-law, are you looking for me?"
Xia Xiwan nodded, "Zixian, what did grandma say to you just now?"
"I didn't say anything. I just talked about my life experience and inheritance distribution."
Xia Xiwan could tell that he didn't care about any of this, including...his own life experience.
Life experience is already dispensable to him.
Xia Xiwan curled her lips, and then handed the things in her hand to him, "Zixian, these are what Aunt Yingluo left for you."
Lu Zixian stretched out his fair and slender hand to take it. He lowered his eyes and glanced down, and was quickly startled because these were Liu Yingluo's design drawings over the years.
Liu Yingluo, as the founder of fly jewelry and the godmother of jewelry, these manuscripts are out of print, and she has never stopped designing over the years.
Lu Zixian raised his head and looked at Xia Xiwan.
Xia Xiwan's bright eyes flashed with a bright smile, "Zixian, I know Aunt Yingluo is very strange to you. These are Aunt Yingluo's own designs and are also her journey. Aunt Yingluo has a pure life.
Not giving up love and freedom, but still struggling in hesitation, there are her smiles and her tears, and now they are all left to you."
Lu Zixian felt that the string in his heart was suddenly touched.
Xia Xiwan took out a separate book and opened the first page, "Zixian, back then Aunt Yingluo always thought she was pregnant with a girl, so she made many designs for her daughter."
Lu Zixian has already seen this design drawing, because this one is very special, there are many traces of dried tears on it.
Timeless and new.
Lu Zixian reached out and closed the design drawing, "Sister-in-law, what do you want to say to me?"
Xia Xiwan met Lu Zixian's gaze generously and calmly, "Zixian, do you blame them?"
"Blame? Who is to blame?"
"Your father, mother, grandmother... everyone, you can blame them."
Lu Zixian looked at Xia Xiwan, "You want to persuade me not to blame them?"
Xia Xiwan slowly raised her head, "Don't go through other people's sufferings, don't persuade others to be good, Zixian, I don't want to advise you, you have a thousand and ten thousand reasons to blame them, Uncle Lu's indifference, Aunt Yingluo's absence
, grandma’s preference for Han Ting, any one of them is not even as good as Liu Zhaodi to you, at least... Liu Zhaodi once loved you wholeheartedly. "
"In the love and hatred of the previous generation, you were the most innocent one and the biggest victim. As parents, Uncle Lu and Aunt Yingluo have been absent from your entire life, and they will never come again in the future."
"I'm not trying to persuade you. The eyes of children who come from original ecological families are full of light. That happiness is with them for a lifetime. And some children spend their whole life healing their childhood. Zixian, I don't want you to become a descendant.
Reader, the biggest obsession in life is actually to let yourself go. I just hope that in the future you can find time to slow down your pace, and slow down a little more, read the stories of Uncle Lu and Aunt Yingluo, and listen to them.
The voices left behind, although they have never participated in your life, you are their greatest pain and regret, so let the spring breeze they once blew slowly blow in your face."
Xia Xiwan had no qualifications or position to say anything to Lu Zixian. Everyone in the Lu family, except Aunt Yinyin, owed this child.
The night before they left, they had the last supper with Lu Sijue and Liu Yingluo, but what about Lu Zixian?
It has been many years since he left the Lu family, and in the future... I'm afraid it will be difficult to come back.
When he suddenly heard the bad news about Lu Sijue and Liu Yingluo, Lu Zixian's whole person was dull and dull. He actually didn't have too many emotions, like a robot, he rushed back until the last second.
But now listening to Xia Xiwan's soft voice, an emotion quickly spread in Lu Zixian's chest. This emotion was so fierce and violent that he was overwhelmed in an instant.
His cold black eyes slowly evaporated and turned red at this moment.
A short story from Lu Liu’s daily story
In front of the temple, Lu Sijue raised his feet. Under his shiny black leather shoes, there was indeed a picture of Mao Zedong.
After giving him an indifferent look, he turned around and was about to get in the car.
"gentlemen!"
The soft and melodious voice came to my ears again.
Lu Sijue looked back again, he saw that the fourteen-year-old Liu Yingluo's facial features were still immature, but she had already developed the prototype of a stunning beauty. Today, she has long hair and picturesque features, making her unforgettable.
"Sir, can I add your WeChat account?" Liu Yingluo took out her mobile phone and looked at him with a pair of dark, almond-shaped eyes.
Lu Sijue pursed his thin lips and said, "No."
After saying that, he got in the car and the luxury car sped away.