Dressed as the villain's cannon fodder daughter

Seeing that the boy was silent, Lu Qianxun stretched out his hand to others for the first time, "I'll help you up first."

The boy hesitated for a few seconds, then held the little girl's little hand in a mysterious way.

Her hands are so soft.

Soft and tender, meaty, and feels great.

As he got closer, he could smell the milky scent on her body.

Lu Qianxun lifted him up and sat on the bench next to him, then let go of his hand.

The boy's peripheral vision fell on his own hand, and the soft and delicate touch of the little girl's little hand remained, with a little warmth.

With the warmth of the sun, it permeated his heart.

He stared quietly at the little girl in front of him, unable to look away.

The boy is very thin and looks like he is malnourished.

Lu Qianxun took out a clean apricot-colored handkerchief from his pocket, handed it over, and said softly, "This is for you."

The pupils of the little boy froze slightly.

At that moment, there seemed to be light in the dark world, flowers grew out of the rotten mud, and the wind blew the fragrance of flowers.

Seeing that the other party didn't answer, she directly grabbed his hand and put it in his.

Lu Qianxun said slowly: "If they continue to bully you in the future, you can tell them that you are from my Lu Qianxun, and they will not dare to bully you anymore."

"your people?"

The boy's pupils were slightly tight, and an obscure light flashed across his eyes. His voice was deep and slightly hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.

Lu Qianxun nodded, "Well, just tell them that you are mine."

The boy lowered his eyes, intertwined his fingers tightly, and said, "My name is Fu..."

"Chihiro!"

A thick voice interrupted the boy's words.

Lu Qianxun looked back, with a smile on his face, ignoring the boy, ran over and threw himself into his arms.

"grandfather!"

Lu Zeyuan picked up his granddaughter, rubbed her little face, and said dotingly: "Why are you so late, I'm worried about spoiling grandpa."

Lu Qianxun hugged Lu Zeyuan's neck tightly, and said with a smile, "Grandpa, Qianxun just rescued a person, so it's too late."

"Really? It's time for us to go home. Grandma made your favorite food today, and your father is coming home soon."

"Father is back?!" Lu Qianxun said with joy on his face, "Grandpa, let's go home quickly."

Here, the boy clenched the veil in his hand, feeling extremely depressed.

Looking at the two grandparents and grandchildren who left, until they disappeared, there was still a faint fragrance in the air that was almost dissipated.

The light just disappeared from his eyes.

The boy pursed his lips, looked at the direction where he had long since disappeared, and introduced himself to the air that he hadn't said just now.

"Lu Qianxun, my name is Fu Siming."

After a few days.

During this period, the boy never saw the little girl again. He went to her class to look for her, but there was no sign of her.

When he was out of school, he would always wander around the playground, as if waiting for someone.

When I can't wait for the person I want to see, my face is particularly gloomy every time.

The person who originally bullied him really didn't find fault with him because of Lu Qianxun's words.

a week later.

He finally saw her again.

The girl walked alone, her expression was cold, and she always looked like she refused to be thousands of miles away.

That day he clearly saw her smiling brightly in her grandfather's arms.

He likes her to laugh.

He wanted her to laugh.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the group of people who bullied him. There was no trace of innocence in the undeveloped silhouette, but it was covered with a bit of settled shadow.

He went straight forward and punched the leading boy.

The funny thing is, that guy is also his half-brother.

The culprit who bullied him!

Sure enough, he angered him, and he was beaten by them again.

Very well, he was rescued by her again.

Lu Qianxun looked at him with ice-like clean and clear eyes, but did not speak.

He looked flustered, paused for a long time, then opened his mouth suddenly, his voice hoarse: "Qianxun, my name is Fu Siming."

But the boy didn't see her speak, and was very flustered.

Lu Qianxun raised his eyes, looked at the boy with negative emotions in front of him, and said, "Fu Siming, today you made me understand a truth."

Fu Siming murmured: "True?"

Lu Qianxun repeated: "Grandpa once told me that it is better to be strong yourself than to cling to others. Only by being strong can you avoid being bullied by others."

That day, on the car ride home, she told her grandpa everything about rescuing the boy, and then grandpa told her the truth.

But she didn't know much at the time, and now she finally understands the truth in what grandpa said.

Lu Qianxun is very different from children of the same age,

Lu Qianxun continued: "So you need to become stronger yourself."

Perhaps because of these words, the boy made up his mind.

He will be strong!

There was a determined light in his eyes.

Lu Qianxun looked up, a faint smile bloomed on his pale pink lips, "But you are mine, so I will naturally protect you."

Fu Siming's pupils reflected the face of the person in front of him, and a smile suddenly appeared on the girl's lips, as bright and moving as if seeing the sun through the clouds.

His cold heart beat violently.

After that day, during lunch time and after school time, Fu Siming often stayed by Lu Qianxun's side.

Lu Qianxun didn't like him following her all the time at first, but later he acquiesced.

His half-brother looked at the two with malice in his eyes.

Half a year has passed like this.

Later, because of the sudden death of his grandmother, Lu Qianxun stayed at home for half a month without going to school.

Back at school again, she never saw the boy again.

She lost her mood for a while, and then returned to her previous life.

But she thinks of him now and then.

Five years passed in this way, and her father's sudden death caused her to suffer from a serious illness.

During that time, the high fever subsided quickly and then recurred again and again, and spent almost every day on the needles.

She forgot the boy, she forgot her grandma, and a lot of people...

A knock on the door woke up the sleeping girl on the bed.

Lu Qianxun opened his eyes and slowly sat up straight.

She was sure it wasn't a dream.

That was her missing memory from her previous life.

It turned out that she really knew Fu Siming in the original world.

Lu Qianxun pinched his eyebrows, "Come in."

He Sisi opened the door from the outside and walked in, "Miss, the Patriarch is almost home."

Lu Qianxun looked at the French windows that had been pushed open. The night outside the windows was dark, and the evening wind blew the gauze curtains up. He asked, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Miss, it's been nearly four hours, and it's almost ten o'clock now."

Then He Sisi helped the girl downstairs and just arrived at the living room.

A familiar figure came into view.

She called, "Dad."

When Lu Beiye saw his daughter, his scarlet eyes finally couldn't hold back his tears.

He staggered to his daughter and took her into his arms.

Lu Beiye hugged his daughter, trembling uncontrollably.

Lu Qianxun was taken aback, "Father?"

Lu Beiye hugged her even tighter, his voice hoarse: "If you're not here, how will Dad survive?"

Lu Qianxun's eyes turned red, and he patted Lu Beiye's back lightly.

"Dad, I'm fine."

The father and daughter hugged for a while, and after they let go, Lu Qianxun saw the young man standing in front of him.

He walked towards her unsteadily and awkwardly.

"Fu Siming..."

Lu Qianxun approached him and hugged him.

The moment he met her, Fu Siming finally couldn't hold back his emotions.

He hugged the girl tightly and cried like a child who couldn't find a home.