How Much for a Pound of Cuteness

Counting, the first father and Grandpa Lu have not seen each other for many years. They knew that Yunfei was only a young boy at the beginning of that year. The Jingheng Group was not called Jingheng at that time. The two lived close together. Laughing, beautiful and cute, with big eyes blinking and doing bad things, I like to go to the house of the old man Lu to eat rice.

Later, Yunfei's family moved to the south for real estate development. After two or thirty years, they had no contact. After returning to the emperor, he came back alone, and his parents stayed in the south, so he only had two meals with Master Lu in private. The two were probably Just talk about the old, not talk about the other.

In this regard, Chuichi was completely unaware of it.

When Lu Jiaheng saw his first father, he thought he had come to take his daughter home, even though because of Lu Jiayi's reasons, the first father could even be regarded as friendly to him. jobs. As soon as the old man saw him, his hand was back, his expressionless face showed a happy expression, and came over.

——He started his family.

Lu Jiaheng "..."

Lu Jiaheng thought the picture was a bit scary.

The occasions when he saw his first father several times were not formal. The first father was either wearing pajamas or pyjamas or wearing pajamas and pyjamas. Coupled with his gentle facial features, even with a very fierce expression, landing Jiaheng still has a soft feeling At this time, the man is in a formal dress, and his temperament is very different from before.

Chuichi stood behind his first father like a baby chick, his mouth slightly open, and his expression a little dull.

She quickly relieved herself, watched Jiaheng landing, blinked, stepped back two steps secretly, and whispered out.

Lu Jiaheng intended to follow her out.

It was cold in late autumn and the temperature of the central air conditioner was not too high. The two of them walked out of the banquet hall and shrunk their necks when they entered the hall. Lu Jiaheng took off his suit jacket and put on her.

They were like two young couples sneaking away, and Hiroshi got into the car with Jiaheng. He drove around the city aimlessly for two laps, and finally stopped on the brightly lit road.

Hakuchi sat in the back seat, stretched his head, and lay on the back of his driver's seat without speaking, just looking at him.

She probably wore high-heeled shoes that were not accustomed to such high, when she took off her shoes at this time, her feet stepped on the seat, her feet hidden in the skirt, only showing white toes.

Lu Jiaheng turned his head and asked softly, "Why are you looking at me like this?"

The street lights were colorful, the water flowing across her face, sometimes fascinated by ghosts, sometimes dim and gentle.

"I want to watch you." She said softly.

Lu Jiaheng felt soft under his heart: "Are you tired? Go home?"

"Is it okay for you to leave early at the anniversary meeting?"

He turned his head again, turned the steering wheel, and his face looked a little carelessly indifferent: "It's okay, everything has been said, and I don't need to be present afterwards."

Chuichi nodded: "Go home."

The two arrived home and kicked off their high heels as soon as they entered the door. They stepped barefoot on the floor and stepped in. Guess a little head was hiding behind the curtain. When I saw her, I snorted and stepped on Elegant catwalk came over.

Hatsui picked it up casually, and the long cat hair stuck to the skirt.

Lu Jiaheng followed her, raised her hand and pulled down her suit jacket and put it aside.

Hatsui slumped on the sofa holding the cat, exhausted and breathed out for a long time, lifted the skirt, and lay horizontally on the sofa. The large skirt fell on the ground and blossomed.

Lu Jiaheng looked at her so softly and paralyzed, and walked over to sit at her feet, pinched her ankles and kneaded her: "So tired?"

Hakuchi opened his eyes wide and looked at him with an exaggerated expression: "That heel is so high and so thin."

Lu Jiaheng lowered her eyes and didn't speak. Her long fingers pinched her ankles, holding her heels in one hand, and looked focused and serious.

The living room is quiet, you guessed it was nestled in Chu Garden's arms, and gurgled comfortably.

Chuichi enjoyed the massage service of the handsome guy so that the whole person became sleepy. She leaned into the sofa cushion, rubbed, rubbed, and yawned: "My dad and your grandpa knew..."

Lu Jiaheng acted, raised his eyes, and gave her a glance.

Hatsuki wanted to rub his eyes, remembered that he still had makeup on his face, and held back, poking gently at the corner of his eyes with his fingertips: "I don’t know, he never told me these things, but he didn’t Know you."

He still didn't speak.

Chuichi didn't know what to say.

She raised her head, straightened up, raised her hand, poked his arm: "Why don't you talk?"

Lu Jiaheng looked at her: "I'm a little bit unresponsive."

For the first time, he was stunned: "Ah? What?"

"The girlfriend is a high princess."

Chuichi "ah" sounded a little, embarrassed: "Neither..."

Lu Jiaheng narrowed his eyes slightly: "So what is your family doing?"

Churi grabbed his chin and slowly said: "Sell the house, but my dad doesn't seem to care much, he gave it to my uncle."

Selling a house.

Lu Jiaheng used so many years to judge Chuichi's brain circuit and understanding, she should not sell the house as a broker.

Lu Jiaheng almost vomited out with a bit of old blood.

He has known her for such a long time, and the two have never asked too much about each other’s family. He can see that her family is very solid. It's so big, Lu Jiaheng thinks these are enough.

He lowered his eyes and rubbed his brow gently with his fingertips.

It turns out that "I raise you" that the little girl has been talking about is literally what it means to prepare to raise him from the heart, not to be in love with him.

Lu Jiaheng suddenly felt a little melancholy. I didn't know how to describe it. It was as if he could only rely on him so little money to tie his girlfriend's heart. It turned out that people were not rare at all.

Lu Jiaheng fell into the delicate mood of the lost boy, and the crisis awareness suddenly increased.

He leaned in, holding the sofa with his hands on the first garden, grabbed and stuck in the arms of the first garden, you guessed and left on the ground, looked down at her: "First garden, get married."

"..."

Chuichi: "?"

Lu Jiaheng was so uneasy: "Get married."

First Gardener: "Now... now?"

Lu Jiaheng pursed his lips: "I'll go to my uncle and aunt tomorrow, what do you want?"

"..."

At first, Shuichi looked at him uncertainly: "I don't know, what should I want?"

Lu Jiaheng was also at a loss: "I haven't done it yet."

So the two kept on the sofa in an ambiguous posture, and Lu Jiaheng straightened up with his backrest. Chuichi also sat up, turned over his phone, and started Baidu.

Baidu, while still sharing with Lu Jiaheng, patted his thighs happily: "You see they also gave a cow, the cow is too big, I don't want it, Lu Jiaheng, I want a chicken, and a duck, you get me Come over two."

Lu Jiaheng gently touched her hair: "Good boy, you don't need those, it's unhealthy, you're enough if you have me."

Chu Garden stared at the phone screen with wide eyes: "I still need to prepare a gift, but I didn't say how much it would cost," she turned around and looked at him with a smile, "Lu Jiaheng, how much are you going to give me?"

The little girl's eyes were shining, and Lu Jiaheng chuckled lightly: "All for you, all my money is yours."

Chuichi was moved by him.

When she was chatting with Lin Tong in the dormitory group before, she was also madly educated. To grasp the man’s heart, she must first grasp his wallet and see how much he is willing to give you, that is how much I love you .

Chuichi felt that love is mutual, and since the other party is willing to give, then he must express himself.

Chuichi sniffed his nose, blinked, and moved his eyes to turn red. He looked up at him with a small head and looked at him sternly: "Lu Jiaheng, I don't have that much money for you."

Lu Jiaheng raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you selling a house?"

Chu Garden nodded and said seriously: "So I can give you a house, you can pick it yourself, I still have a few sets of courtyards."

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

Oh, there are more courtyards.

Before waiting for his reaction, he first licked his lips, shook his head and jumped off the sofa to get up, pulled him with his hand, and pulled him to the study, pushing the door of the balcony.

It was cold outside at night, her shoulders shrunk so cold that she led him to the fence.

Rows of buildings in the community have excellent greenery. The cobblestone-paved roads have a faint light line, meandering to the dim street lights, and the white statue fountain in the middle of the small garden is silent at night.

The first red big red dress looked more gorgeous in the dark, like a little queen.

She put her shoulders down, pointed to the bottom, and looked up at him with a soft voice: "You can choose in this community, Ai Fei, this is the mountain I laid for you."

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

It is not so easy to marry a wife, especially when you have an uneasy father-in-law.

Lu Jiaheng decided to buffer the relationship first, so that the relationship was well established.

In January, Lu Jiayi's winter vacation, the boy said nothing, moved the big package and came to knock on Lu Jiaheng's house, and looked at him diligently with the same eyes as Deer Bianbi, looking like he wanted to be kept.

Three days later, Lu Jiaheng found that his younger brother was no longer at home and ran downstairs to the first garden house.

So one time, he slipped the people back and talked to him.

Lu Jiayi was too kind, and his brother hadn't even spoken yet. The teenager looked like "I know I understand I understand", and said skillfully: "Brother, you can rest assured, I understand."

Lu Jiaheng raised her eyebrows and said nothing.

The teenager grinned: "Did you want to marry Sister Chuichi, but the uncle did not like you?"

Lu Jiaheng narrowed his eyes uncomfortably, and raised his hand fiercely to him.

This time he did not lightly, the teenager snorted, covered his white forehead, looked at him pitifully.

Lu Jiaheng smiled and lowered his eyes.

During the period when Jiang Ruangang left, Lu Jiayi was in a bad state.

The boy was silent for a long time, and Lu Hongsheng went away after the incident. There was only him in the big house. Until a certain night, the nanny called Lu Jiaheng and said that Lu Jiayi was gone.

He went out to find him in the middle of the night and went home to see him crouching in front of his house, crying with his knees in his arms.

That was the first time he left him, and when he came out of the bath, the teenager had laid the floor, holding the pillow and quilt timidly and looking at him timidly, fearing he would change his mind temporarily and drive him out like: Brother, I’ll sleep well."

Lu Jiaheng could not describe what it was like in his heart.

He sighed silently, walked over, and dragged his pillow to the bed: "You sleep with me."

The child showed a flattered expression, nervous, happy, and scared.

Lu Jiaheng considered for the first time how Lu Jiayi had spent the past decade.

This kind of cautious and cautious, extremely look at people's face, timid inferiority and precocious personality is what kind of growth environment created.

He began to realize slowly that perhaps in this family, the poorest child was not him.

It was Lu Jiayi.

He was too young, too sensible and too early. He knew what he should not know too early, so he grew up, every time he looked at him, he was cautious and pleased, every minute and every second Tormented because he felt something that was not his own.

He was a good boy, but he was punished for his good job.

Lu Jiaheng suddenly felt that his hostility to him for many years was naive and cruel, like a child's anger that nowhere to vent.

Lu Jiayi didn't notice his distraction, and helped him to make plans with great enthusiasm. During the winter vacation, he went to eat at the first garden home every day. When he was growing up, the amount of food was amazing, and his height was also a lot. Although still carrying a little round baby fat, the facial features are quite three-dimensional, and the facial contour is a little similar to Lu Jiaheng.

I don’t know what method he used. His father’s attitude towards Lu Jiaheng changed qualitatively at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. Until two years ago, the two men were able to sit on the sofa calmly after dinner, watching TV and talking about football and finance. news.

As in previous years, the first New Year's Day was back to the south to spend time with grandparents. On the night of New Year's Eve, the two people talked on the phone. There was the noisy sound of adults playing mahjong at home. Lu Jiaheng was very quiet and there was no sound.

Chuichi suddenly remembered the first new year after they were together. She was also at the grandparents' house, and he was video with him. Others worked overtime in the office. The shots were tall documents and instant noodle cups.

At that time, Hakuchi wanted to fly back, find him, and spend the New Year with him.

Thinking of this, she moved.

Lu Jiaheng took the landing Jiayi back to Mrs. Lu during the New Year. None of the grandfather and grandson would make dumplings. On the night of New Year’s Eve, an old man and a younger stared at landing Jiaheng. He, a person in charge with crutches, watched the excitement next to him. Lu Jiaheng was wearing an apron, chopping dumplings with jerky jitters, and was dumped while being dumped, not only by the ugliness of Mr. Lu.

What the **** had to wrap Lu Jiayi this little bunny with sunflowers and stuffed with brown sugar.

Master Lu has done this job, and made a mess. After cooking it, grandpa and grandson looked at the pot of meatballs and dumplings, and chose to go to the restaurant silently.

The three men were well-dressed, and as soon as they went out, they saw Lu Hongsheng standing at the door.

The man didn't seem to expect anyone to come out, froze for a while.

It was Lu Jiayi who first reacted and called his father.

Lu Hongsheng suddenly lowered his eyes.

He hasn't shown himself since something happened. After all, it is his own son. Mr. Lu said nothing, and the house was left empty, but he never returned, as if the world had evaporated.

Lu Hongsheng was wearing a black down jacket and a scarf. His face looked thinner, but it was clean and tidy, as if he had taken care of it specially.

With a bag of fruit in his hand, he hurried forward two steps after the reaction and stuffed it into Lu Jiayi's arms. He turned to go and paused again.

He turned around, raised his eyes, looked at the landing Jiaheng, licked his lips, and spoke gently: "I--"

Lu Jiaheng looked at him quietly, his dark eyes smooth.

Lu Hongsheng was in a trance.

When Lu Jiaheng was young, Lu Hongsheng hugged him out, and everybody saw that the child looked really beautiful, especially those eyes, which looked exactly like his mother.

At that time, Lu Hongsheng was a little bit dissatisfied. Thinking about how small he could see, he would definitely look like me when he grew up.

As he grew bigger and bigger, the facial features really began to resemble him, except for those eyes, which were carved according to his mother's mold.

Sometimes Lu Hongsheng will keep thinking about when the relationship between their father and son is getting worse and worse, and even to the point where you have to die.

He couldn't even remember.

Lu Hongsheng lowered his eyes, ducked away from his eyes and turned away.

Not only did he qualify as a father, he probably lost even the qualification to say sorry.

The nanny of the old man's family returned home for the New Year. Lu Jiaheng took the family with the old and the younger for a week of worship. On the evening of the sixth day of the Chinese New Year, Lu Jiaheng received a call from Chuichi.

The girl's voice on the phone was a little empty, and she sniffed her nose: "Lu Jiaheng...Where are you..."

Lu Jiaheng glanced at the old man who taught Lu Jiayi to play chess at the small table next to him: "I am at home, what's wrong?"

At first, Poor prostrate and squishyly: "You lie, I'm in your house now, there is no one in your house."

Lu Jiaheng froze: "I will go back now."

An hour later, as soon as Lu Jiaheng opened the door of the room, he saw Chu Zhi squatting on the ground with his buttocks in hand, holding a rag in his hand and wiping the floor.

The little short legs kicked and kicked, kicked and kicked, rubbed row by row, and there was a basin next to it, plus a tatami background, you can go to shoot Japanese dramas.

Lu Jiaheng did not move, stood at the door and leaned against the door frame to look at her for a little while, raised her hand, and pointed to the corner: "Is that piece wiped?"

Chuichi: "..."

Hatsumi turned his head angrily, throwing a rag at his feet: "You wipe it yourself!"

Lu Jiaheng smiled and stooped to pick up the rag, walked over and threw it in the basin, pulled her into the arms and hugged: "I came back so early this year."

In previous years, Chuichi had to stay there for a few days before coming back. This year she graduated to work and there are no longer winter or summer vacations, so naturally she will come back early.

Chu Zhi hugged him back with a grin, and by the way, wiped his hand with the rag that he had just pinched on his clothes. After wiping the palm of his hand, he wiped the back of his hand. After the revenge, he was happy.

Lu Jiaheng didn't move, holding her head down, letting her head arch in his arms, smelling like a puppy.

She seemed to like his taste, especially since she hadn't seen each other for a long time. After seeing it, she would hug him for a while, and the little hamster would drill into his arms.

He likes all her close moves, the temperature when hugging him, the moment of kissing.

I also like her occasional, unconscious, and light words, but with a thunderous force, and like a warm static flow into the heart, sour and soft and messed up.

As long as it is her, anything is fine.

As long as she is willing to do anything.

For a long time, Chuchi didn't wait for his reaction, and finally lifted his head from his arms, his chin pointed against his chest, and looked at him with a smile: "Lu Jiaheng, do you know what day tomorrow will be?"

He hugged her, lowered his eyes, and looked softly: "Huh? What day?"

"Tomorrow is the seventh day." Chuichi reminded him.

Lu Jiaheng nodded: "The days at work."

Chuichi: "..."

She seemed speechless for a moment, pulling a little distance against his abdomen and glaring at him for a moment.

Lu Jiaheng blinked innocently.

Chuichi was still staring at him for a long while, and with a worried look, Bara sighed and hooked at him: "Come here."

Lu Jiaheng hooked his lips and leaned forward, leaning his ears together.

Chuichi leaned forward and spoke slowly: "Tomorrow is the seventh day of the year--"

She paused.

Lu Jiaheng lowered her eyes and her eyes fell on her red ears.

The next second, the little girl said quietly,

"--It was the day when the Civil Affairs Bureau opened the door."

On the seventh day of the first month, it is advisable to marry. At 8:30 in the morning, at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau.

At first, he held Jiaheng's hand and waited happily. His face was ruddy and bright, and he talked to him twitteringly.

Lu Jiaheng stood beside her, but was extremely silent.

Chuichi said for a while, realizing the problem, and turned his head to look at him: "Lu Jiaheng."

He lowered his eyes: "Huh?"

"Are you nervous?"

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

Chuchi blinked his eyes, and suddenly showed a very sympathetic expression of his elder sister. He tipped his feet and patted him on the shoulder: "It's okay, don't be afraid. Wait a minute and everything will listen to me."

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

They happened to be at the door, and there were two staff members standing at the door, and they were happy after listening.

Chuchi didn’t pay attention, still talking on his shoulder: "Don’t be nervous, I heard that this is fast, and I’m slower when I wait in line. When you close your eyes, click, click, click, click, past."

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

The staff next to them was overwhelmed. Hakuchi and Lu Jiaheng went in. Just like Hakuchi said, the two people filled out the form to take photos and paid the money. When the stamp was printed, Hakuchi was still in a daze, blinking at the counter and blinking for a while Reaction, curious baby looked at the staff like: "Is this all right?"

The staff also laughed: "Yes, well, I wish you happiness."

Until the two took the red book, Lu Jiaheng led her out, and when he reached the door, Chuichi suddenly stopped.

Lu Jiaheng also stopped and turned back, "What's wrong?"

Chu Zhi tilted his head and looked at him stupefiedly, his expression a little dull: "Lu Jiaheng."

Lu Jiaheng patiently: "Well."

"Are we married?"

His lips were slightly curved, and he smiled, and the pretty peachy eyes also ticked: "Uh."

Chuichi looked at him in a trance, reacted slowly, his mouth sagged, his expression suddenly a little pitiful, a little wronged: "How can I get married..." She looked almost crying, "I am only At the age of twelve, I just graduated from college... How can I marry you? Woo..."

Lu Jiaheng: "..."

This little guy is no wonder that these two days are so worry-free, it turns out that they are waiting here.

The staff next to him probably had never seen this before and couldn't stop laughing.

Lu Jiaheng whispered, and directly carried the person out of the anti-sack.

Chuchi screamed, fearing that he would fall off him, and hugged him by the neck: "What are you doing, what are you doing!"

Lu Jiaheng ignored her, carried the man out of the Civil Affairs Bureau, threw it into the car, and got into the car himself and went home.

Along the way, Chuichi was looking at the little red book in his hand, and he was still a little trance.

When he drove, she suddenly turned sideways and looked at him with her head tilted: "Lu Jiaheng, will you regret marrying me in the future?"

Lu Jiaheng didn't even correct her thoughts: "No."

"How do you know that it won't? It will be so long in your life, what if you meet someone you like later."

Lu Jiaheng thought about it and thought that what she said made sense: "That is not necessarily the case."

Chu was angry: "You want to be beautiful!"

Lu Jiaheng's tongue tip licked the lower lip bead, laughing: "What are you, marriage phobia?"

Chuchi looked like a little monster, and he looked at him with a grin: "Lu Jiaheng, the whole person under me is yours. If you dare to treat me badly, I will—"

She racked her brains for a while and thought of no powerful threat.

Lu Jiaheng suddenly fell silent.

The car was parked in the parking lot of the community. He put his hand on the steering wheel and turned his head to look at her: "No."

Hatsumi blinked: "Ah?"

He lowered his eyes and his voice was soft and soft, as if to say the most common thing: "I will never meet someone I like more in the future."

At first he was stunned.

"Do you remember the first year?"

"At that time I always felt that you actually have a good impression on me and wanted me to notice you,"

He seemed to think of the past, and suddenly lowered his eyes and smiled gently, "It was only later discovered that you don't need it at all, as long as you look at me, I will follow you."

The sun was blazing, the sun was empty, and 17-year-old Chu Zhi was alone in a single figure. He dragged a large suitcase into the campus of A, stood on the spot, and looked around blankly, like a small animal lost in the forest. .

Lu Jiaheng leaned lazily beside the volunteer's shed, squeezed in his hands and listened to Coke's drink, and looked lazy and indifferent, unable to see everything.

She walked across the campus main road and the crowd, and suddenly looked at him without warning.

The eyes collided.

The pupils of the girls are dark, clear and bright.

For three seconds, she blinked at him.

Lu Jiaheng froze.

The sycamore trees are leafy, the clouds are very thin, the sun is scorching and bright, and the asphalt road on the campus is almost melted.

——As long as you look at me, I will follow you.

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