Star-Crossed Lovers: The Ex-Convict and the White Rabbit

Lu Qiang knew that this was the root cause, Qian Yuanqing was drunkard, and wanted to repair him for a long time. It happened to happen to him, and he would not easily pass by. He put on a sweater, squinted with smoke, pulled the waist of his pants, and then bowed his shoes.

He freed his head and said, "You put on your clothes and stay here."

Lu Yin also stared at the door, his eyes were muted, and it was a long time before he thought of looking at Lu Qiang.

With half of his cigarette left, he pinched with his hand and exhaled his last thick smoke.

Lu Yin stretched out his arm under the quilt, and his clothes were on the side: "Don't pass, let me go and see first."

He held her head with both hands, her eyes were moist and her face pale. Lu Qiang took a serious look, and rubbed her lips with her thumb: "Be patient."

Lu Yin asked: "How will aunty treat you?"

"I finally caught the opportunity," Lu Qiang said. "She used to do it."

Lu Yin took a breath: "What should I do?"

"Let her be angry, I'm sorry for her."

Lu Yin's body stiffened: "Then I will follow you too. There are outsiders. She may not be too embarrassing for you."

Lu Qiang chuckled, half-truth: "Don't, leave me a little face."

Lu Yin didn't consider this level. Wrapped was sitting on the kang, to see him dressed neatly. At the end she gritted her teeth: "I still have to go."

Lu Qiang looked at Lu Yin, suppressed her head, and silently said, "What did you do in the house just now? Are you afraid of embarrassment?"

Lu Yin frowned, and many of the restricted pictures popped into her mind. Her body stiffened and her face instantly turned red to pig liver.

Lu Qiang's eyes were deep, and she was given some weight, and her hand pressed hard. "I'm hurting you."

"...No." She blushed still.

Lu Qiang kissed her lips and stayed for a moment: "Go to sleep."

He didn't wear a coat and opened the door directly.

The main house was brightly lit and the door was not closed. Qian Yuanqing put a chair next to it, and Lu Qiang bought the cane in his hand.

Lu Qiang's cat leaned on the waist, "Mom."

Qian Yuanqing was indifferent and folded his hands on crutches and knocked the ground.

Lu Qiang didn't move, and took a few foreheads with his fingers.

She said, "I don't understand?"

Lu Qiang looked at the cabinet on the opposite side. The new tribute on it was a few oranges the day he came, and now he changed to an apple. He glanced at Qian Yuanqing again, and after a moment, his right leg stepped back, his knees were knocked on the ground, followed by his left leg, his movements were slow, but he also threw a sound.

He hadn't knelt steady yet, and Qian Yuanqing in Yu Guangli had raised his crutches and knocked on his back without hesitation.

The stick and the bone collided, making a muffled noise.

Lu Qiang shuddered, clenched his teeth, straightened his back straight, and did not block it.

It was followed by another walking stick. She exerted her strength and her breath was slightly uneven.

Lu Qiang stared at the front, looking at the man’s face in the frame. His lips were raised, his teeth were sparse, and his stretched eyebrows had an irregular word “chuan”.

Face covered with wrinkles, dark complexion, standard working people.

He looked at him, and he smiled softly.

Qian Yuanqing's eyes widened in surprise, and his chest undulated. "It's because you laughed." After that, he rewarded him with a stick.

Lu Qiang turned his head: "Mom, you will talk to me."

She was a little stunned, but she did not look at him. She sat back on the stool just now, and her voice was a lot calmer: "You don't love how to fuck, how to fuck, I don't recognize you. That girl, though you brought it, I can't control what you do. . But now it’s in my house. Everyone has a father and a mother, a serious girl, you come here, I can’t let it.”

Lu Qiang said: "I didn't come here, seriously."

"Do you understand seriously?" Qian Yuanqing sneered and looked at the picture on the cabinet. It took a long time to say: "'The son doesn't have a godfather'." When he closed his eyes, he regretted not teaching you well, saying that he should not let go You go out. He doesn’t hate you, I hate you. If it weren’t for you, he could live a few more years,” Qian Yuanqing blinked here, “If you go in for a month, if Xiao Zhituo brings it, I know you He didn't get up in one breath when he committed the animal trouble. He suffered a stroke on the spot... The village doctor showed it, and hurried to the town hospital.

Lu Qiang clenched his fists. He couldn't forget that month.

"Whereever you want, you'll be dead."

There was no sound in the room, the wood crackled in the stove, very subtle, but very clear.

Qian Yuanqing's eyes were clearer, she stood on tiptoe, and her stick was unambiguous: "You are right."

He gritted his teeth and said, "Which one do you ask?"

"Add one."

Lu Qiang said: "Yin Yin is your future daughter-in-law, this can't change, I'm right." His muscles in his cheeks moved and looked straight ahead: "Before...I regret to go the wrong way, sorry my dad, sorry You, it is too late to remedy. If you have the next life, I don’t deserve to be your son.

He looked at the ground and his voice was calm. "You didn't read the letter I wrote last time. I wanted to get married. I met Yin Yin. I really want to change it. I don't deserve forgiveness. I just hope you look at her. She is a good girl. "

This remark came from the heart. In the past, when doing things, the line between right and wrong was blurred. He did not bow his head easily. In this life, he only apologized to two women, one was Qian Yuanqing and the other was Lu Yin.

Silence briefly.

Qian Yuanqing clenched his crutches in his hand, remembering what Lu Yin said. After years of speculation and suspicion, she was finally spotted that night. Her son was harmed by the sky, and it should be fair and just. Can't do it.

But whether it is right or wrong, it is a fact that he is so angry. Because there was too much hatred buried in his heart, he didn't listen to him, didn't listen to the explanations and wouldn't let him come back, when he died.

But she forgot a little, the mother and child are together, and the blood relationship of her closest relatives can't be changed in her life.

Lu Qiang owes her an explanation. Qian Yuanqing's eyes blurred: "Is there anything to say?"

Lu Qiang knelt and did not speak.

"Why blame someone?"

He paused, and said one by one. Qian Yuanqing was silent, and the crutches in his hand were not raised again.

***

A gust of wind blew in the middle of the night and rolled up the grains of snow to unfold a curtain of gauze.

Lu Qiang was rushed back to Genzi’s house by Qian Yuanqing. Westinghouse was dark. He stood at the door for a moment without going to disturb. He went straight out of the courtyard.

At this moment, Lu Yin did not sleep and opened his eyes in the dark. The main house and the west house were far away, and the wind screamed outside, and no sound could be heard. She tossed and turned for half a night, and her head kept spinning, guessing what was going on there.

Near midnight, her mind was stretched to the limit, and her body was weak, and she fell asleep.

The feeling was not stable, and occasionally awakened. She picked up her phone and looked at it at four in the morning. She lay down again and ordered herself to sleep more. In the hazy, there were intermittent voices in her ears, both familiar and distant, and then the nose rushed into the rich flavor of food. She sniffed her nose and suddenly opened her eyes.

The sky was bright, a ray of sunlight came from above, and the hands outside the quilt were white and translucent. Her eyes were dull, she opened her palms and looked up, and then looked up at the window. The ice flowers on the glass were colorful and dazzling.

She was finally awake and suddenly sat up. It was almost nine o'clock at a glance.

She talked intermittently outside the house. She held her breath and listened to her ears. The accident was Lu Qiang and Qian Yuanqing. She opened her mouth in surprise, sitting blankly, forgetting what to do next.

The voice was not clear. Basically, Lu Qiang said three words, she barely responded.

Lu Qiang asked: "How long will it take to get out of the pot?"

"Fifteen points."

For a while, she said: "Call the girl, it's all time."

Lu Yin tensed, subconsciously back into the quilt.

He also heard Lu Qiang said: "Let her sleep more."

With a cold snort: "She is arguing about eating steamed buns, making it good and not being able to do it. After a while it is cold and not tasty, call it." It is not a satire to speak hard, and I think these two people are too troublesome.

She didn't hear Lu Qiang's reply. For a moment, there was a soft sound at the door, and Lu Yin quickly covered her head.

The sound of footsteps is getting closer and closer. Somehow, the sun shines through the gap, between the bright and the dark, there is a trace of unreality, the inner suppression of excitement, and the faint uneasiness.

Footsteps stopped at the top of her head, and before she could move, she suddenly lifted the quilt.

Lu Qiang stood above her, and quickly withdrew the beginning: "Fuck, lack of attention."

Lu Yin took a few breaths, and she headed toward the center of the house, seeing him upside down: "You... aunt forgive you?"

Lu Qiang bowed his head and thought for a while: "It's true."

Lu Yin's eyes will glow, showing his teeth: "That's really good."

Her teeth are like white broken jade, full of flesh, tender and attractive. Lu Qiang's heart moved, and couldn't help but get together and kissed her in a gesture. Hu Zuo touched her nose, not very comfortable, but better than any one.

At nine o'clock, Lu Yinmo rubbed out, Qian Yuanqing had already gone to the main house, the table was decorated with buns and stews, and two kinds of vegetables, the whole family was waiting for her to dinner.

Qian Yuanqing glanced at her lightly at first, ignoring her as usual and burying her head to eat her own.

Lu Yin's nerves were finally relaxed, and the last trace of concern in her heart was also put down. She did not blame or deliberately urge things last night. The casual and harmonious atmosphere is very comfortable.

At the moment when she was fascinated, Qian Yuanqing swept her: "What a smirk? How quickly do you eat it, the buns will be cold and hard."

Lu Yin hurriedly picked up a bun with chopsticks and squeezed it in his hand. It was soft and soft, with a smooth skin and a flower in the middle. She looked up at Lu Qiang. His expression was still very weak, and he had eaten most of it.

Qian Yuanqing added a sentence: "The stew is too tired, you eat."

Lu Yin smiled: "Thank you aunt."

In the next few days, Lu Qiang lived back to Westinghouse. Lu Yin was still sleeping with Qian Yuanqing. Her feet were seven or eight points better, and she rarely saw a smile on her face.

On the morning of the 14th day of the first month, Lu Yin and Lu Qiang were going back to the city. Qian Yuanqing did not send them, nor did they ask when they would come back. Before leaving, he gave Lu Qiang a squared document bag, which was carefully wrapped with plastic paper. She only told Lu Yinduo not to be hungry, did not look at Lu Qiang, and turned back to the house.

They stood in the snow and watched her back disappear, limp and cautiously cautious, some lonely and some lonely, making people feel pantothenic...

Genzi wants to stay at home for a while, and he takes them to Huaizhou Airport.

The plane landed on time at 2:40, the temperature in Zhangzhou had already warmed up, the thin snow melted, the road was wet and slippery, and the blowing wind was no longer cold. Lu Yin took a deep breath, just half a month, but felt like leaving for a long time.

She went to the bathroom from the airport, on the left hand side of the stairs. Hearing the noise outside halfway, the cleaning prevented someone from smoking inside, and the other person's voice was soft, and he repeatedly apologized. When Lu Yin came out, he just collided with a man who was half a head younger than her.

Lu Yin quickly supported her: "I'm sorry, are you okay?"

The other person reasoned about his short hair, stabilized his body, tried to squeeze out a smile and said, "It doesn't matter."

Lu Yin saw her face clearly, her eyebrows were exquisite, and she was very pretty. Her eyes were in a trance, she evaded to look at people, and she didn't look normal.

Lu Yin smiled and nodded, the other party entered the compartment, she left by mistake.

Lu Yin turned around the corner of the elevator, lowered his head to pat the folds on his body, and raised his eyes to search for Lu Qiang.

Not far away, Lu Qiang was talking to people. The two were standing quietly at a short distance, and they could not hear what they said, nor did they have too much body language. Lu Yin didn't intend to disturb and stood waiting patiently.

She glanced casually at the other man, with a burly figure, a good appearance, and a strange appearance similar to Lu Qiang. Her fingers on her side twitched, her heart was tightened, and she instantly recognized the man, remembering his name Qiu Zhen vaguely.

Lu Qiang squatted for him for six years.

She was a little uneasy in her heart and subconsciously didn't want Lu Qiang to be involved with him. When she wanted to move forward, Lu Qiang happened to look in this direction.

Lu Yin stopped again.

He moved his gaze quietly, said something to the other party, and slid the suitcase towards her.

Lu Yin couldn't help but look at Qiu Zhen again, he stood sideways, still waiting in place.

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