Lu Yinghan gnawed on the corn, thinking about what would happen in the next few years.
With his young hands, he wrote on the white paper he got from Butler Liu.
"When he was 7 years old, the old general of the Xie family retired and asked his eldest grandson to enter the army for further study.
When I was 8 years old, people began to pay attention to short videos, and I could start from here….
When I was 9 years old, Yaoyao entered an aristocratic school. Because there were not enough places, she sent me to a public school.
10 years old. It seems that there was a flood in the coastal area in summer and submerged a city. How much money did the Lu family pay? Forget it, never mind, it has nothing to do with me.
…….”
I can remember bits and pieces of the things I remember most deeply, but there are still some things I can't remember.
Lu Yinghan gave up for the first time and gave up.
A piece of white paper, but it didn't fill one side.
He sighed sadly.
In my last life, I was only thinking about how to get closer to my family and didn't pay much attention to the outside world.
Unless something very big happens, you will hear about it.
Regret! !
"Hey, let's take it one step at a time. All I can do now is make short videos to see if I can develop it."
Even if you can't develop, it doesn't matter. What kind of job have you never done?
I have lived in a 150-yuan shack, so what do they count?
After washing, she lay on the bed and looked at the piece of white paper in her hand. Lu Yinghan carefully folded it, placed it under the pillow, and fell into a deep sleep.
Late at night, the Lu family's study was still lit all night.
Lu Jiansen rubbed his sore eyes and reached out to grab it to the side out of habit.
But came up short.
"Brother Sen, this is tea to help you sleep. You don't eat much dinner, so this is a late night snack prepared for you. Don't work too hard."
Lu Yinghan's well-behaved appearance began to appear in his mind.
When I looked at her in the kitchen today, the dark circles under her eyes had become thicker.
When did she start insisting on giving her midnight snacks?
I remember that this cup of tea appeared in my hand after I took over it from my father.
It seems like more than three years...
How old is Lu Yinghan now?
Lu Jiansen's hand holding the tea cup trembled.
After calming down, my heart began to feel agitated again, and my head began to tingle.
He frowned out of habit, and the pain in his temples made his head hurt to an uncomfortable level.
He stretched out his hands to rub his swollen temples, recalling the relaxing and soothing massage in his mind.
A pair of thin little hands carefully rubbed his temples to relax his aching head.
Lu Jiansen was startled when he opened his eyes drowsily.
The one who does things for himself is Lu Yinghan.
But Lu Yinghan today is so strange...
Lu Jiansen sat in a chair and pondered for a while...
It was half past five the next morning.
Lu Yinghan opened her heavy eyelids and blinked quickly to wake herself up.
She didn't want to have breakfast with her family. This was just the right time. Housekeeper Liu and the other aunts had all woken up to prepare breakfast.
Walking into the kitchen happily.
Lu Yinghan smiled when she saw the people sitting in the restaurant.
He froze for a moment.
It doesn’t matter if you advance, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t advance.
Rikuo, who was sitting in the main seat, had already seen her.
Why!
Sighing heavily in her heart, Lu Yinghan still chose to walk in.
"Good morning."
After politely saying hello to his father, who didn't communicate much with him, Lu Yinghan obediently dragged the stool and cushion and sat on it.
Rikuo's brows suddenly changed.
"Lu Yinghan!"
"Um?"
Lu Yinghan looked at Lu Xiong in confusion. This tone was all too familiar to her. When Lu Xiong expressed dissatisfaction, the end of his tone would rise slightly.
But she didn't understand what Rikuo was dissatisfied with.
Rikuo looked at her clear, doubtful eyes, and he choked on his words.
His brows wrinkled tighter and tighter, and he already frowned into the character "Chuan".
If he hadn't seen this daughter when he woke up early in the morning, Rikuo might not have been able to remember a single song. He didn't see her all day yesterday.
Today's attitude is extremely rigid.
He doesn't call himself daddy like usual.
Although he looked at himself more boldly, the gap between the two was gradually forming.
What is this for?
Having a relationship with his biological father at a young age? Want to stay away?
He is not old and his temper is not small.
This was Rikuo's first thought.
It's exactly what Lu Jiansen thought.
Lu Xiong mentally compared Lu Yinghan and Lu Xuanyao from beginning to end.
She was even more dissatisfied with Lu Yinghan.
"What are you doing up so early?"
"It's nothing, I was just hungry, so I got up and ate."
"Are you hungry? So you got up at this time to eat yesterday morning? Then you should be very hungry at noon. Why didn't you go out to eat at noon yesterday?"
This kind of questioning and blaming words made Lu Yinghan lose all her appetite.
All she wanted to do now was jump down and take her back to her room.
"I was resting at noon yesterday, and I've been sleeping a little late lately."
"You're a little kid, why do you stay up so late? Are you still delivering midnight snacks to your elder brother?"
"Well, I can't bear it any longer, so I stopped sending them since last night."
Rikuo's eyebrows relaxed slightly.
"Well, that's right. You should learn from your sister. Go to bed early and get up early. Also, when you see your elders, you should greet and address them properly."
Lu Yinghan glanced at Lu Xiong.
There is no more disturbance in my heart.
Yesterday it was the same, and it's the same today.
In the eyes of the Lu family, only their younger sister Lu Xuanyao is the only one in their eyes.
Sometimes, she didn't even know whether she was Rikuo's biological child or not.
But Lu Yinghan looks very much like the deceased old man of the Lu family.
So she is from the Lu family.
But since Lu Xuanyao was born, the frail and sick Lu Xuanyao suddenly took away the love of everyone in the family.
Lu Yinghan, who was more than two years old, also had a tantrum at the beginning.
When did it start? Have you become like this?
So humble and look at their faces.
Is it because of Rikuo's rebuke and the criticism of his three older brothers? Or is it my mother’s reproachful eyes?
All signs indicate that she, Lu Yinghan, is a bad boy.
So I put away my children's temper and willfulness, and began to think about them and do things for them.
It had very good results, but as a result, it was gradually ignored by them.
"Yinghan, your sister likes your hairpin. You can give it to your sister first, and mom will buy you one next time."
"Okay mom, here you go."
Then my mother forgot to buy it for herself, but she couldn't tell her, otherwise her mother would be angry.
"Yinghan, your room is bigger. Your sister is not in good health. Her current room is a bit small and the air circulation is not good. Can you give your room to your sister first? Dad will decorate a bigger room for you then. ”
"Yeah, it's okay dad."
As a result, Lu Xuanyao now occupies two rooms by herself, and she still lives in the warehouse that was hastily cleared out.
The more Lu Yinghan thought about it, the temperature in her heart felt like it had entered an ice cellar.
There was nothing she could do to defend or communicate with the Lu family.
He turned around and looked at Riku Xiong with a calm expression, then opened his mouth slightly to exhale.
"I understand, Father."
The word father pierced Rikuo's heart like a sharp sword.
He instantly looked up from the newspaper and looked at Lu Yinghan.
All that caught my eye was her plain expression and distant eyes...
