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"Here you go." An unceremonious voice.
I looked up in surprise.
Li Xiu was holding a puppy made of plasticine in his hand. It had a brown body and yellow ears, and it looked quite cute when pinched.
¡°This is what Lu Jiaming gave you!¡± He said forcefully, then thrust the puppy into my hand.
I glanced at Lu Jiaming. He was sitting among Li Xiu¡¯s toys, holding a large ball of plasticine in his hand and looking at me eagerly.
I gave a thumbs up gesture to Lu Jiaming. Jiaming¡¯s cat eyes suddenly curled up with laughter, and he buried his head and kneaded the plasticine even harder.
Turning his head, Li Xiu was still standing here.
Children are smart, which can be seen at a glance. He stood on my right side, facing his father's study. He would be the first to see any movement at the study door.
?Looking at this posture, he has something to say to me behind his father¡¯s back-
"Are you sick and about to die?" As expected of Li Zhurong's son, his speaking style is quite like his father's.
"I'm sick, I'm not dead yet."
¡°Then how long can you live?¡± he asked me bluntly.
"I don't know. We have to wait and see after the operation. It is said that cancer cells can metastasize." I turned my head and looked at the door of the study room, but it was still motionless.
Li Xiu was silent for a moment.
"Do you hate me?"
I am used to seeing adults beating around the bush, but I am at a loss for this child's frankness.
"I don't hate you" I said with some difficulty.
"You're lying to me." He interrupted me: "People blink when they lie."
"If you don't believe it, forget it." I pulled the blanket on my knees a little tiredly: "There is no need to involve children in adult matters. Even if there is a mistake, it is your father's fault."
After all, he is a child of several years old, but he is still not scheming enough. Hearing what I said, his eyes widened in displeasure: "I'm not a child! I know everything."
"What do you know?" I subconsciously touched the cigarette in my trouser pocket, and when I reached halfway, I remembered my current situation.
Li Xiu stared at me. The room was dimly lit. His eyes were the cleanest dark blue, like gemstones. His profile was not like Li Zhurong's, he was a bit tiger-headed. The bulging look actually makes people feel a bitcute?
"I know, you all don't like me!" He shouted loudly, clenching his fists: "If I had a choice, Dad wouldn't want me to be born at all, and neither would you! You hate me, you hate me! Only my great-grandfather is Really like me!"
I felt a pain in my leg. It was him who kicked me and ran away.
Sure enough, he is Li Zhurong¡¯s son.
Almost terrifyingly smart, sensitive, extreme and stubborn. He won¡¯t run away from problems. He will run into everything directly. He won¡¯t comfort himself or think things through on his own.
Li Zhurong should have looked like this when he was young.
When I met him, he was already more extreme than Li Xiu.
Li Xiu would still think that his great-grandfather liked him, but Li Zhurong saw through even his grandfather. He knew that everything he had, including the pitiful family ties, was because he was the chosen heir. It's because he's smart, capable, and iron-handed.
They are all equally proud - they are proud because they need something to support them, and they are indifferent because they need a hard shell.
He likes me because I liked him first.
It¡¯s not because he¡¯s good-looking, it¡¯s not because he is the heir to the Li family, it¡¯s not even because he¡¯s smart. He was fourteen years old at that time, beautiful, with a silver spoon in his mouth, domineering, willful and almost cruel. I have a crush on him, I treat him well, he first gets angry, and then he treats me well too.
Then we are together.
I don¡¯t know if he is teasing me, I don¡¯t even know if he likes me.
It¡¯s time to admit it.
I hate him, I hate him, I run away from him, not just for dignity, but also for the sake of celebrating these years.
I don¡¯t believe him.
I¡¯m afraid that all these things now are just replicas of what they were ten years ago. I'm afraid that one day he will suddenly realize that this is not love-
Throughout the afternoon, I was not in high spirits.
The rain gradually stopped, but my legs still hurt.
Xia Chen came over to pick up the baby and said hello to me. He said he had a cold and was afraid of infecting it to me, so he didn¡¯t come over today.??I.
"Teacher Xu, you don't need to answer these questions. I don't want answers either." He said, "Since I can't find an answer to the past, I won't look for it. There are still eleven days left for the operation. I just hope that Teacher Xu During these eleven days, treat yourself well and be kind to my brother."
I looked at him silently.
He curled his lips and took his hands out of his trouser pockets.
"I'm sorry to disappoint Teacher Xu. Today I have become a person who helps my relatives but not others. I just think the situation is too bleak now, so I want to do something."
"Baby, we're going back." He called the baby, and the baby ran over happily. He squatted down, put on a sweater for the baby, and trimmed his hair.
"Baby, have you said goodbye to Teacher Xu?"
The baby ran towards me with his short legs.
"Goodbye Xu Xu."
"Goodbye baby."
Li Xiu had already run to the study and called his father, and Li Zhurong came out.
"gone back?"
"Yes." He waved his hand: "When the teacher's cold is better, I will bring Teacher Xu to our house for a meal."
"we'll see."-
"What's wrong? Your legs hurt again?"
The man in a dark blue shirt squatted down in front of me. He had fair skin and tilted his head to rub my legs. His eyelashes drooped, leaving a faint shadow on the side of his face.