On New Year's Eve, the weather is gloomy, and the temperature is three or four degrees lower than yesterday. Lu xiuche still gets up early to run and review.

Everyone in the family is almost gone. The house is more silent and desolate than before. There is only one maid who helps him cook every day.

Lu xiuche asked her, "Aunt Li, why don't you go yet?"

She cooked hot porridge to Lu xiuche Sheng, "I'm specially cooking for you, you eat breakfast, I'll go."

Lu xiuche's eyes seemed to be filled with sand: "thank you. I can't finish so much. Aunt Li, please sit down and have breakfast with me."

Aunt Li hesitated for a moment and sat down, "ah, OK."

After breakfast, Aunt Li cleaned up the kitchen and said goodbye to Lu xiuche.

Before leaving, Lu xiuche handed her a red envelope: "this, you take it."

"You can't take this, young master. You sent it yesterday."

"Yesterday was yesterday. Today is new year's Eve. It's different. Take it." Lu xiuche puts the red envelope into Aunt Li's hand.

Aunt Li took the red envelope from Lu xiuche and did not speak. After a while, she took another red envelope out of her pocket. She was a little nervous and said, "young master, this is I'll give you the red envelope. Anyway, I I'm much older than you after all. It's the Spring Festival It's inside There's a little less money... " Aunt Li is an honest person. The red envelope in her hand is already wrinkled. It's obvious that she has already wrapped it, but she has been afraid to take it out.

Lu xiuche's chest suddenly surged up a warm current, and his throat seemed to be blocked by foreign bodies. He wanted to shed tears. He took Aunt Li's wrinkled red envelope: "thank you, Aunt Li. This is my first red envelope this year. I will put it away. Thank you."

Aunt Li's worried face finally showed a simple and honest smile: "good new year, too."

Farewell, Aunt Li. Take a look at Lu xiuche. It's 8 o'clock.

He put the red envelope into the drawer of his bedroom. This is his first red envelope this year and the most precious one.

The mobile phone suddenly rings. It's Yue Tingfeng.

"Happy new year."

Lu xiuche said with a smile, "you too. Happy new year."

Yue Tingfeng asked him, "did you go to your grandfather's?"

"Not yet, my dad You haven't come to pick me up yet

Hearing the wind, Yue immediately asked, "didn't you go back last night?"

"No..."

Yue on the other end of the phone listened to the wind for two seconds. After a moment, he said, "seriously, I don't want to scold your father, but I can't help it."

Lu xiuche was amused by his words: "ha ha, you really don't have to bear it..."

Yue Tingfeng really felt that Lu Xiangdong was a scum. He said, "come to my house after you come back from your grandfather's house."

"Well, I'll talk about it then."

"Oh, by the way, my mother and my stepfather have a wedding on the sixth day of the first month. When you have time, remember to come over."

"Yes, I will."

After talking for a while, Lu Xiangdong finally drove back. Lu xiuche hung up and went downstairs.

Seeing Lu Xiangdong, he didn't dare to look him in the eye at all. He immediately dodged: "Xiao Che, can we go?"

Lu xiuche asked, "what are you hiding from me?"

Lu Xiangdong is too guilty. Lu xiuche sees that he has something to hide from him.

"I..."

"Forget it, I don't want to hear it either." Lucius passed in front of him.

The car was parked outside with the door open. When he came near, Lu xiuche's eyes suddenly became cold when he saw the people on the car. He turned back,

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