After the divorce of a luxurious ex-husband

Lu Yao opened the door of the room and sat in front of the windowsill. Lu Fu, in a daze, turned his head slowly at the sound.

His eyes were empty. It was not easy to focus. When he saw the woman standing at the door against the light, he gathered up a pale smile and waved to her, "Yaoyao, back..."

Lu Yao gently took the door, walked to her father, stood a meter away, and replied, "well, I'm back."

A desk lamp was on the desk at the windowsill, and the white light hit the old man's face, carving his face with vertical and horizontal gullies to show the vicissitudes and old state.

The old man tried to turn the wheelchair, but because of his weak strength, he tried his best and failed. He pushed the table behind him, finally turned the wheelchair a little, and took down the books spread on the table.

Lu Yao clenched her fists tightly and her eyes glittered, but she still tried her best to bear it and didn't come forward to help. She was dumb and shocked. She didn't know when her father had become what he is now.

In retrospect, she had not stepped into the room for a long time, and had not sat opposite her father for a long time.

She can't use her busy work as an excuse. From the bottom of her heart, she is avoiding such a picture. For some reason, she seems to be dominated by the fear hovering in a corner.

Endure the dense fog at the bottom of her eyes, Lu Yao bent down to pick up the book on the ground, opened the cover page and smiled, "you're still reading this book on system law."

She finished, patted the ash on the book, spread it flat and put it back on the table.

Lu Fu smiled when he heard the speech. His smile was clear, like a child who didn't know the world. "I can't remember. It's rare to turn it out when I'm sober, but now my eyes can't see the words clearly."

The old man said, suddenly embarrassed and stared at his fingers in front of him. He clasped his hands and curled his fingers together as if nervous.

Lu Yao sat down at the corner of the bed, stretched out her hand, firmly grasped his fingers, and suddenly felt that her throat was very astringent, "Dad..."

"Did I do something wrong again?" Lu's father was terrified at the bottom of his eyes. Instead, he held Lu Yao's hand. After being silent for a while, he slowly spit out a mouthful of turbid gas, "Yao Yao, dad doesn't want to trouble you anymore. It's too tired to live like this."

"What are you talking about, dad?" Lu Yao lowered her head, and her uncontrollable tears fell on her Changfeng clothes. "Don't think about it. With me and my mother, you won't be wronged."

She didn't know what to say. The woman who had always been eloquent seemed pale and powerless at this moment.

Lu Fu listened, but slowly hooked his lips. He looked up at the calendar hanging on the wall and his eyes gathered somewhere. "Yaoyao, Dad, one more thing, please, your aunt Mu Shan's death day is after new year's day. I hope you can take the time to worship for me again. If you can, every year in the future..."

He suddenly pursed his lips, and some couldn't go on. He knew that it was difficult for Lu Yao.

"Mu Ming wants revenge on me. Mu Shan's death is related to me..." his hard throat rolled up and down. Lu Fu withdrew his hand curled in front of him, "Yao Yao, if you are embarrassed, I can understand."

"I see, Dad." Lu Yao saw through her father's cautious mood, which really hurt her. "I'll go, don't worry."

For the past disputes between mu Shan and her father, Lu Yao has no intention to find out. She knows that old friends go, and old things don't have to be mentioned again.

"Don't tell your mother about it." Lu Fu solemnly twisted his eyebrows, like a warning. As soon as the sound fell, the door was knocked "bang bang".

Lu Mu pushed the door in and looked back in the light. Her figure was in a trance.

Then I listened to the sound of slippers rubbing the floor, approached and saw that she was carrying a bowl of soup in her hand, and the thick aroma drifted away. Lu Yao consciously sat aside and let out the nearest position to her father.

Lu's mother took the soup and sat next to Lu's father while blowing hot air. "You didn't eat much at night. Have a bowl of soup."

A stream of hot air rushed to Lu Fu's face, with a thick fragrance. The old man frowned and pouted, "what soup is this?"

"Pig liver soup." The soup spoon knocked against the rice bowl and made several crisp noises. Lu's mother held it up and almost handed it to Lu's father's lips. "You didn't talk about wanting to drink some time ago. You cooked it for you."

"No." Lu Fu doesn't turn his head. The boss is reluctant. Although he expressed his position with great attitude, he still looked uneasily at the gloomy woman next to him.

Until she held her breath and was about to roar, she opened her mouth again, "I'd better have a drink."

Lu Yao lost her smile. At this time, the mobile phone in the living room rang. She bypassed them and went out of the room. After picking up the mobile phone on the sofa and seeing the caller ID, I was stunned and suddenly reacted.

"Where is it?" As soon as this side was connected, Shao Yunchen couldn't help frowning, and his eyes were horribly cold.

At this time, the man had been sitting on the bench in the public rest area for nearly an hour. He was holding a large box of popcorn and his eyes were turning around in the empty hall. Occasionally, we can see a pair of couples hurrying to pick up the ticket and then enter the ticket checking area hand in hand.

Shao Yunchen put the popcorn aside and looked up at the time. "Lu Yao, you're late."

Lu Yao opened her lips and threw the matter out of the sky, "this... I'm a little late. Why don't we watch the next one?"

"Next?" Shao Yunchen looked gloomy. "Where are you? I'll pick you up. "

With a little full of emotion in her voice, Lu Yao hurried to deal with it while carrying her bag to the door. "No, I'm on my way. I'll be there right away."

She changed her shoes at the door. Before long, Shao Yunchen clearly heard the sound of the door handle turning, and ruthlessly exposed it, "haven't you gone out yet?"

After that, he got up and went to the exit. Not surprisingly, he heard the hesitation of the woman on the phone. He couldn't help recalling the corner of his lips, "wait for me at home."

Before the phone was about to hang up, Lu Yao closed the door again and said "Hmm" gently. Then she heard a loud noise in the room. Then Lu mother ran out with her hands stained with blood, "Yao Yao..."

The old man's eyes trembled and his voice trembled uncontrollably. Lu Yao lost her mobile phone and bag. She crossed Lu's mother and ran quickly into the room.

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In the hospital.

When Shao Yunchen arrived, he found Lu Yao curled up there in the staircase warehouse of the hospital. She was smoking and scattered cigarette butts under her feet.

"Yao Yao..." he stood by the door and whispered.

Then to the line of sight was a pair of big blood red eyes, the fundus of which was full of shivering despair and fear.

Seeing Shao Yunchen, Lu Yao subconsciously hid the smoke in her hand, finally wiped the corners of her eyes and opened weakly, "you're coming."

Her voice was calm. If it weren't for her eyes, Shao Yunchen would almost be deceived by her disguised strength.

"Here I am." He took two more steps forward, squatted down in front of her, took the remaining half of the cigarette, put it on the soles of his feet and twisted it out, "Yao Yao, don't worry, there's me."

This soft voice almost coerced all the tenderness of men.

Lu Yao sat on the steps with her elbows supporting her knees and her face buried in her palm. After a while, tears soaked the whole palm.

"Yunchen, I'm losing my father." Her voice was "buzzing" and didn't really listen. "My mother said he had liver cancer. I didn't know until he was in advanced stage."

At this time, the depressed remorse and remorse almost destroyed her, "he is really not a good man. Many people hate him, but I can't. He is my father..."

She said, but she couldn't support it at last. She stretched out her arms and rushed into his arms, crying.

The cry echoed in the narrow compartment, one after another, fiercely stirring Shao Yunchen's heart.

His broad palm stroked her head again and again, silent, but increased the strength of his arm again and again.