The Little Brat’s Sweet And Sassy

Lu Huaiyu heard the slight sound of his heart splitting, and then roared in his chest.

It seems that all the pictures and sounds are shattered and annihilated at this moment, intertwined into a wind, and continuously poured in from that opening.

He put the painting down, went up to hug her waist, hugged her tightly, tilted his head and kissed the tears from the corners of her eyes.

His movements were very light, his cool lips fell, with a restrained and forbearing tenderness, as if he was holding a fragile glass doll in his arms, for fear of hurting her.

She's more transparent than that sugar bowl.

But her tears were so hot that they almost burned his heart.

She raised her arms around his thin waist, sniffed the cold cedar scent on his body, and gently rubbed his side face.

From the previous life to this life, so many years, day and night.

She fell in love with a person, but dared not let anyone know, and buried it as the deepest secret in her heart.

Later, he came to pick her up, stayed by her side, and said so much.

She finally knew what he meant.

But it was too late.

Later, she opened her eyes and returned to seventeen years old.

She met him again.

He protected her, supported her, stood up for her, and even gave her the candy in his pocket.

Everyone knew that Lu Huaiyu liked her.

How could she not know.

She already knew.

But the more so, the less she dared to express those thoughts.

Those things, those memories, she can remember them alone.

She didn't want Lu Huai to know.

She wanted Lu Huai to always be the proud, dignified, lazy Lu Huai.

Instead of the Lu Huaiyu who hugged her and coaxed her, begging her over and over again in a low voice not to sleep.

But--

Turns out he was sick.

It turned out that he had already given her that business card.

It turned out that it was not only her who was unforgettable for so many years.

Now, finally confessing all this, the stone in her heart finally fell.

Originally, she thought it would be difficult to speak, but in fact, it was easier than she thought.

She leaned on his shoulder, closed her eyes, and said softly:

"Lu Huaiyu, I'm a little tired."

She was relaxed as she had never felt, yet she felt exhausted as never before.

"I want to sleep for a while."

He tilted his head and kissed her forehead lightly.

"it is good."

He picked her up horizontally, and she obediently raised her hand and wrapped it around his neck.

He carried her to the master bedroom.

Her back was pressed against the soft bed.

His hand passed through her hair, spreading her round head, and the soft and smooth black hair spread out on the pillow.

He knelt on one leg and half beside the bed, and straightened the broken hair on her cheek, with a low voice:

"You have a good rest, I'm here to watch over you."

She looked at him and asked subconsciously:

"how about you?"

At this time, he usually has to sleep.

Lu Huai had a meal.

Since she already knew about his illness, she would naturally ask this question.

Gu Tinglan said that she had actually seen his case a long time ago. Although she hadn't opened it, she should have guessed something at that time.

No wonder she has been paying particular attention to his sleep during this time.

He stared at her for a while, seemingly smiling.

"I'll accompany you."

She felt relieved and moved to the side automatically.

Lu Huai lay down beside her and tucked the quilt for her.

She is really tired.

It is not easy for her to recall all the past and confess all her thoughts.

Besides, this was the place she was most familiar with and felt at ease, and he was there.

She closed her eyes, half curled up in his arms, and soon fell asleep.

The setting sun slanted westward, and the angle of light and shadow in the room gradually changed.

After she was breathing evenly and fell into a deep sleep, Lu Huaiyu opened her eyes.

The phoenix eyes are deep, and there is no sleepiness.

He looked down at the little girl in his arms.

She is really a little girl, she is full of thoughts about his condition, but she never thought about how he could fall asleep after she said those words to him.

He watched her silently for a while, then got up slowly.

When he came to the door, he looked back again.

She was lying there, quiet and well-behaved.

He closed the door gently, leaned against the wall, and raised his head slightly.

There was silence all around.

He touched his trouser pocket, which was empty.

It was only then that he remembered that he had indeed not smoked for a long time.

At first, she smelled smoke on him and asked him something, he thought she didn't like it, not to mention Gu Nian was still young, so he rarely touched her.

Later, she was drunk, lying in his arms, and said happily that she did not smoke.

At that time, he only thought she was drunk and coquettish, but even so, he was willing to spoil her.

So he quit completely.

But she didn't know that he really hugged her with a strong smell of smoke all over his body.

He closed his eyes and seemed to lose his breath.

After a while, he finally opened his eyes.

He took his coat and went downstairs.

...

After coming back again, he first glanced at the master bedroom.

She seems to be still asleep.

He came to the living room sofa and sat down, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, and bit one in his mouth.

Click.

He folded his fingers slightly, and the tail of the cigarette ignited a little scarlet.

He put the lighter down, took a deep breath, passed into his lungs, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

At this time, the clouds on the horizon have been completely dyed orange-red, and the light flows along the window coffin, coating the whole room with a warm color.

The pungent sensation came straight at him, almost choking on his whole body.

He remembered her words, took the cigarette in his hand again, put his elbows on his knees, and bowed his head slightly.

The setting sun pulled his shadow very long, and the white smoke lingered silently in the air, casting a faint shadow.

The two are intertwined, lingering and tired.

——I wrote all those papers, because you gave them.

——Lu Er, that little girl's posture on the horse is very similar to yours. did you teach?

- I...have no light, so I can't sleep very well.

——Second brother is no one else.

——Lu Huaiyu, I just...want to hear your voice.

——Over there, the one with the black backpack secretly took a picture of you that day. I guess the little girl misses you a lot.

——It doesn't matter, Lu Huaiyu, because I am seventeen, I like you too.

- The most important secret? I like you, Lu Huaiyu, I have liked you for a long time.

——Lu Huaiyu, wait for me.

Lu Huaiyu, why are you here?

Lu Huaiyu, won't you take me home?

If I really live that life, Lu Huaiyu, this is the tenth year I love you.

...

He sat in that position for a long time, until the cigarette burned out, and his hands were scalded and trembled slightly.

--later? Later, I woke up from the dream.

The pain almost spread to his limbs.

He didn't know where the pain was.

...

Shen Li fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up, the room was dark.

She rubbed her eyes, sat up, looked around, and finally remembered that this was the Rongyue Mansion.

By the way, she came to find Lu Huai.

She also told him all those things.

But Lu Huai was not here.

She put on her slippers and went out.

She seemed to have slept for a long time, and it was completely dark outside.

The lights in the living room were not turned on, and Lu Huai sat quietly alone.

There seemed to be a layer of loneliness and loneliness about him.

The air smelled of tobacco.

It was dark all around, he was holding a cigarette, and the scarlet between his fingers was looming.

Did he smoke?

For some reason, she felt that Lu Huai at this time seemed a little different from the past.

She instinctively sensed a silent and chilling danger, and called him worriedly:

"Lu Huai and?"

He finally moved, smothered the cigarette in his hand, and the scarlet smear died out, and a cold and low voice sounded in the silent room.

"coming."

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