Chapter:4

The breeze blew through the trees outside the window, and the morning light gently sprinkled on the boy's face through the French window. His fair cheeks seemed to be covered with a light golden veil.

The thin and sleeping boy suddenly had a violent rise and fall in his chest, panting rapidly, and drops of cold sweat slide down his pale face. Sucdenly, he jumped up from the bed.

Lu Yuan supported his body with one hand, leaning on the side of the bed, breathing rapidly

Wasn't he dead?

His butterfly-like eyelashes trembled, and the boy looked around in confusion at the strange yet familiar environment, and soon recognized it. This was his former room in the Lu family, and it was also Lu Yu Ning's studio in the future

Some memories suddenly appeared in his mind. He was dead. It turned out that he was just a supporting role in a popular novel. The protagonist in the story was Lu Yu Ning. Throughout the navel, the kind and intelligent Lu Yu Ning was loved by everyone. He was the white moon light in the hearts of countless people. In the end, he fell in love with the favored son of heaven, defeated a group of villains, and spent his life happily and steadily with the blessings of his family

He the villain cannon fodder

in the early part of the plot. Not only did he shamelessly seize Lu Yu Ning's position by relying on his blood relation ship, he also bullied Lu Yu Ning maliciously. He was hated by everyone without knowing it

In the end, he got the retribution he deserved. He died alone and embarrassed. Even the news of his death was not known to the Lu family until several months later.

And he, who was hated by everyone, was reborn? What's the point?

Will he be the clown of the Lu family again? Lu Yu'an raised the comers of his lips and smiled sarcastically. His eyebrows were originally flamboyant, and it was more wanton than before. He pulled open the light blue curtains and pushed open the window. The wind blew across his cheeks, making the drawings on the desk by the window rustle in the wind, and also sent the fragrance of elm trees to his nose. He

jumped out of the blindness of his previous life. In fact, many things had been expected, but he just refused to believe.

For example, the elm tree in front

of his window was planted by Lu Zhengging when he was born. It grew up with him. When he was a child, he would

jump around the elim branches and compare his height with the tree. The rough trunk had every scratch he had grown up to before he was five years old.

When he returned to the Lu family

the tree had grown to the height of the second-floor window, and the scratches on the trunk had been replaced by Lu Yuning's height

This was actually considered a room he and Lu Yuning shared. His room was the best room on the second floor, and it had been planned long before he was born.

However, when he returned to the

Lu family, this room was already Lu Yu

ning's. During

the years when he was missing anil disappeared. His mother was hurt

by something and her condition worsened. In order to get over this pain, Lu Zhengging decided to put all his things

In the basement.

Then Lu Yuning was taken to the

Lu family. The cute Lu Yuning attracted

most of their attention. Lu Yuning's well-behaved and sensible also wiped out the scars in their hearts

Lu Yuming, who was in poor health, moved into this best bedroom smoothly.

Since then, the last trace of him in

this family has been wiped out

There is no longer a proud and wilIful young master Lu Yu'an in the Lu family, only the well-behaved and lovely

Lu Yuning.

At that time, he had just been sold to the hands of a criminal gang. He

never called the buyers dad and mom

obediently. He has always been a hard

-headed person and never knew how to flatter and flatter, and he suffered all of it .

He was already young and his memory began to blur in the bad situation, and the originally coherent memory

became blurred fragments. He was at

raid that one day he would completely

forget who he was. Whenever he coudn't hold on, he would recall the elm tree in his memory over and over again,

thinking about his beautful little room

and his favorite little lion doll.

So when he returned to the Lu family, when Lu Zhengqing put his luggage in a room that was completely different from his memory, he almost imediately know that this was not his room

Lu Zherigging wanted to take him

to the room that was re-decorated for

him. He said to everyone at an Inappropriate time that he wanted Lu Yuning's

room.

Is it wrong to take back your own

things?

Lu Yuan didn't think there was any problem, but Lu Zhengqing and Lu Wangbei didn't think so.

He still remembered the surprises

on the Lu family's feces at that time.

He never read people's faces, and

he abruptly broke the surface peace,

making everything awkward

At the end of course, Lu Yuning sulk with a red face that he should move out.

At that time, he still felt a little happy to get his things back. But he ignored the guilt and dissatisfaction in LuZhengging and Lu Wangber's eyes.

Lu Yuen thought that blood was the bond that connected them, and his

father and brother should love him as

much as he loved them, but he didn't know that blood without company meant nothing. He

thought that he would get what he missed when he was a child, but he found out later. Everyone was moving torward, and he was the only one who

stayed where he was.

The last time he saw this room, it had been converted into Lu Yuning's studio. Because it affected the lighting, the elm tree in front of the window had

been cut down, I can no longer find the traces in my memory.

So everything was forgotten

but he didn't want to believe.

But this time, he no longer longed

for the father and son of the Lu family.

Lu Yuan felt no emotion when he thought of the two of them, and even felt a

little bored.

If they hated him, let them hate him. He didn't care

This time, he no longer lived for the Lu family

It wasn't until the wind blew on Lu

Yuan's cheeks that Lu Yu'an touched his flushed cheeks and found that he was weak and had no strength. His throat was also sourful. His throat felt like

it was cut by a knife when he tried to speak

It should be a fever.

He propped himself up and rummaged through the drawer of the bedside desk. Sure enough, there were some

pills in the drawer.

The pills were of different colors

but they were all leftovers. The produstion date could not ever be seen on the tilted tin foil packaging.

Lu Yuan didn't even look at them.

He casually picked up the glass on the

desk and swallowed the pills with a small half a cup of cold water that was left over at some point

I don't know if the pills are useful,

but the cold water does relieve his burning throat.

Every year when the seasons chenge, Lu Yu'an will have a fever. Those people don't care whether he lives or dies. He just relies on himself to get through it. Fortunately this kind of fever usually comes and goes quickly, and it

will be better in a day or two.

The only time he went to the hospital in his memory was when he was beaten by Li Fangjia after he had a fever

He was very sick. His neighbor Old

Man Li, took him to the community clinic in a haze . The doctor prescribed some medicine,

and he slowly got better

after taking the medicine.

Later, in order to repay the old man

he beat up the hooligans who smashed the old man's yard nearby.

Old Man Li was lonely and hard-mouthed. He was a painter with a low level and lived a tight life. From then on, he would secretly call him to his home from time to time, give him some snacks that were considered good among children, show him some painting books that were treasured, and even let him paint with a brush.

Gradually, he was able to get started

That period of time was one of the few good days for him. He even decided in his heart that he would support Old Man Li in his old age.

After all, with the old man's painting level, he would only starve to death if he relied on selling paintings. The owner of the nearby painting material store always kept the price of the old man's ink paintings very low.

Unfortunately, a few months before he returned to the Lu family, the old man passed away.

He had a good memory. The old man took him to the clinic once, and he remembered the packaging of those medicines. Later, when he was sick, he would buy those medicines.

He didn't care whether these diseases were suitable for him. Most of the medicines for common

diseases were the same. As long as he didn't die, he would get better. When the old man found out about this, he was so angry that he blew his ears and glared at him. He always scolded him for having a young master's life, being sick all the time and not knowing

how to take care of himself. He didn't want to be like this, but because he was taken care of very well when he was a child. So that even if no one would take care of him for more than ten years, he still didn't know how to take care of himself, and even got sick only after he realized it.

He flipped through the drawer on the left side of the desk by the window. Most of the drawers were various drawings. In fact, in addition to the old man Li who taught him to paint, his mother also taught him.

He remembered that when he was a child, whenever his mother was painting in the studio, he would tiptoe on the table next to his mother, quietly and identifying the pigments that his mother taught him, such as ochre, cinnabar, group green, and snail purple. Sometimes when his mother found him, she would hold a paintbrush in one hand and gently embrace him in the other, pointing to a comer of the splashed ink painting and gently teaching: "My An'an, look here, this is turquoise blue, remember, indigo water has different shades, turquoise blue and water blue come from it." And he would giggle and bury himself in his mother's arms shyly: "I know." He

also remembered the hot and humid night in midsummer when he lay on the stone table in the old man's yard and traced the painting. Amid the cicadas, the old man sat on a rattan chair with sweat on his head, waving a worn-out cattail leaf fan, cursing his fate as a young master, and resigned himself to fanning him with a breeze mixed

with the fragrance of gardenia. The old man

said that although the canvas is small, it carries the world in the eyes of the painter, and every stroke of ink is the expression of the painter's emotions. The first lesson that Old Man Li taught him about Danqing was to let him

distinguish the various emotions in the painting. Through the rice paper, others can see the world in the painter's heart, so the painter will never be lonely. And he hopes that Lu Yu'an will never be lonely.

Even in his last days in his previous life, he listened carefully to the old man and never stopped painting, so he was not lonely until the end.

He never deliberately concealed the fact that he could paint with ink and color from Lu Zhengging and Lu Wangbel, but they never cared about it and just regarded it as a trick for him to

compete with Lu Yuning.

He really wanted to compete with

Lu Yuning, but painting was not his thing.

"Knock, knock, knock-" There were only two or three knocks on the door, and the door was pushed open by someone outside, as if the initial knock was just to inform, not to ask for permission from the person inside.

The person who came in really didn't need it.

Lu Zhengqing pushed the door open with a tired face. His eyes were dark blue, and the shirt he wore yesterday

was full of wrinkles.

It was rare for him to be so embarrassed, and it was obvious that he had been tossing and turning until very late last night.

But even so, he still came to find

Lu Yu'an first. If it were the previous Lu

Yu'an, he would only be flattered, after

all, he knew that Lu Zhengqing was very busy.

When Lu Yu'an was growing up, he had no experience of getting along

with such a majestic male elder. When he came into contact with such a male elder, he was even embarrassed and

couldn't say a word at first.

His adoptive father was an incurable drug addict and alcoholic. Every time he went home, he was always accompanied by the unpleasant smell of inferior alcohol and the painful sobbing of his adoptive mother Wang Ruru.

And Lu Zhengqing perfectly fits alI his imaginations of the word father.

If it were the previous Lu Yu'an, he

would definitely feel sorry for Lu Zhengqing's situation, but now he just leaned lazily on the desk, pushed the draft to the other side of the desk, and casually threw the pills back into the drawer.

The drawer was closed with a "clang".

He then raised his eyes calmly and looked at Lu Zhengqing, and asked in a hoarse voice: 'Is there something wrong?"

After being reborn, Lu Yu'an understood that the only person who could make Lu Zhengqing so hurried that he couldn't even take care of himself was Lu Yuning. Lu Zhengqing was a perfect father, but he just wasn't his.

Lu Zhengqing was stunned by the question. He looked at his second son whom he had just met yesterday. The boy's cheeks were a little red because he had slept for a long time. His hair, which was always curled up, fell down to his eyes because he had just woken up, covering the scar between his eyebrows. Even the hostility on his body had disappeared. He was like a beast with its claws and fangs restrained. He was actually a little obedient, but this obedience was alienated. The boy did n't even look at him for a second.

He actually felt a little strange. There was a voice in his heart telling him that something was wrong, but he didn't know why.

Lu Zhengqing quickly put these absurd feelings behind him, hid the fatigue in his eyes, and remembered his purpose. His sharp eyes fell on Lu Yu'a n, seeing every change in his expression: "Xiao Ning had an asthma attack last night. Asthma attacks can be serious or minor. Asthma medicine is very important to patients. Fortunately, we were lucky that Aunt Li came back early yesterday, otherwise"

He sighed softly, but his eyes were always fixed on Lu Yu'an. When

Lu Zhengqing said this, Lu Yu'an suddenly remembered something.

At this time in his previous life, he had a fight with a trainee teacher in the back mountain. Lu Yu Ning found out and called other teachers from the school. As a result, the matter got out of hand. Lu Zhengqing was so angry that he asked him to take a leave and stay at home to realize his mistakes.

Last night, the servants in the villa were on holiday, and there were only him and Lu Yu Ning at home. The two of them never talked much. As soon as they got home, they went back to their own rooms. He was not feeling welI and went to bed early, but he never expected that Lu Yu Ning would have an asthma attack and could not find the asthma medicine around him.

If the servant Aunt Li had not come back early, the consequences would be Disastrous

He slept soundly. It was not

until the next day that he knew that Lu Yu Ning had fainted at his door- Lu Yu Ning asked him for help, and knocked at his door for a whole minute, but he did not open the door.

In the eyes of others, it was undoubtedly him who almost killed Lu Yu Ning

But he did not hear it. His hearing in his right ear was almost gone, and he did not let anyone know about it. His hearing in his left ear was intact and he had no problem living, so no one noticed it.

But he had severe migraines a few years ago, and later he found that sleeping on his left side could relieve insomnia, because as long as he slept on his left side, he could hardly hear any sound from the outside world, and he had a fever yesterday. Even when Lu Zhengqing rushed home and the chaos at home did not wake him up.

After this happened in the previous life, he explained to Lu Zhengqing dryly that he heard nothing. He knew that his reasons were unreliable. After all, he had been hostile to Lu Yuning for a long time, and it was Lu Yuning who had spread the news that he was sent home from school this time.

How could he not hear such a big

noise?

In order to explain, he even thought that he could tell his most unbearable secret-he was deaf.

But he only explained one sentence, and his father believed him,

He still remembered what his father said at that time, and it was exactly

the same as now.

"Asthma attacks can be big or small, and asthma Inhalers are very important to Lu Yuning."

"You and Xiaoning are both children of the Lu family, and Dad loves you

all the same."

He was very happy, after all, this

was the first time his father said he loved him.

But this time it was no longer the