everything can be done

Lu Yue once thought that the brush in his hand could paint all the beautiful scenery in the world, just like when the pages of a book were turned by the wind when he was seven or eight years old, when he looked up, there was a slowly sinking sunset outside the window.Hongxia was speechless, only brilliant, coating the two standing side by side with a layer of golden light.Those were his parents, they had loved each other, they had quarreled, and they wanted to kill each other in the end.

He still remembered that after the sunset fell to the end of the sky, there was a long night.

Everything is not silent, but noisy and chaotic for no reason, as if it is going to burst into the mind, a painful and frightening voice comes up—probably the mother shouted something hoarsely and broke her favorite vase— He couldn't hear clearly, but he just clenched the paintbrush in his hand and held it tightly until his finger was pressed into a deep, deep mark.

After that day, he never heard what his mother was complaining about, or just vented his dissatisfaction with his husband who easily said "no love".

The presence of another woman is like a spike.

It soon became clear that the road to getting over became more and more gloomy—the sudden serious illness robbed my grandfather of his previous energetic appearance. He stayed by the hospital bed all night, holding the other's dry, bark-like hand again and again.But the mother never came, she was a love supremacist, and she was already terminally ill.But Lu Yue didn't sympathize with them, no matter for the comatose grandfather or the mother who was driven crazy by Xiaosan, he just thought about the painting he hadn't finished yet: Ophelia sleeping in the water didn't have a picture yet. fits the face.

"I just... pity you a little bit."

After all, his grandfather didn't make it through the Spring Festival that year, Lu Yue looked coldly at his mother who rushed forward with tears streaming down his face, and his father who tried his best to suppress the joy in his eyes.He vaguely guessed that his mother must have never paid attention to his husband's secret tricks. After all, at the beginning, he would rather die than separate from him, how could he not trust him wholeheartedly?However, her husband, Lu Yue's father, gradually revealed his true nature after getting married, and his hands stretched out longer and longer. If it wasn't for the grandfather who suppressed him, he would have changed the Lu family's surname long ago.Now there is no one to suppress him——Lu Yue thought to himself, will he get better results for himself after throwing down the paintbrush?

"A Yue?"

The children of Jiang's family are very similar to him. They once tasted the love of their parents, but in the blink of an eye, they lost everything.But Jiang Fengbai is better than him, and has a grandfather who loves him, and Lu Yue can only rely on himself.He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and the newly planted flowers at his feet drooped his head, showing a pitiful look.Jiang Fengbai, who was a few years older, stood in front of him, with a calm expression, but a concerned tone: "A Yue, don't you plan to continue studying?"

Lu Yue nodded, he knew it was a pity, it was always a pity to give up.However, the paintbrush could no longer protect him. Since his mother died of illness, another woman tried to enter the Lu family's house in high heels, but was turned away because of a suicide note left by Lu Yue's grandfather—he divided the assets into two parts. Two, one was left for Lu Yue, and the other was supposed to belong to Lu Yue's mother, but now Lu Yue's father snatched it away.But Lu Yue is still alive, and his grandfather's prestige is still there.Although the cold-hearted man tried to repeat his tricks, he still didn't dare to go too far, for fear that the person who had been staring at him would bite him.

"Feng Bai, will you help me?" Lu Yue curled his lips.

Jiang Fengbai looked serious, and replied without hesitation: "Of course."

After that time, Lu Yue lost all his painting tools, including his previous works.He kept only one, an unfinished Ophelia in the Water, his Ophelia.He carefully drew Jiang Fengbai's eyebrows and eyes on his blank face, dipped some paint on his fingertips, and it was quickly painted on his lips.

But Jiang Fengbai didn't know.

He doesn't know anything.

In the past, Jiang Fengbai was very simple and would trust Lu Yue very much, because Lu Yue was his childhood playmate and treated him very well; similarly, Jiang Fengbai's mind became more and more complicated. He began to be wary of his father and devoted himself to learning how to manage the family business from his grandfather. , polished himself more and more coldly.

Lu Yue knew it well: if he continued to be gentle with this person day after day, one day, one day he would get the most special position.

It's like Ophelia is treasured under the water, a little funny, but very beautiful.

Many years later, Lu Yue and his father were fighting against each other, and they still couldn't understand each other, but they couldn't do anything about it.Jiang Fengbai has been helping him all the time, even though the past friendship has gradually faded, Lu Yue is still full of love - he feels that the time is almost up.He picked up the paintbrush again, trying to make his Ophelia wear a wedding dress and go to the rose-filled church.

However, Jiang Fengbai rejected him.

"A Yue, you know... I didn't intend to fall in love with anyone." Jiang Fengbai's brows and eyes were a little cold, a little embarrassed, and guilty, "We are just friends, that's all."

Lu Yue lowered his head, his fingernails cut through his palms, and his long tied-up hair stuck out his tongue like a poisonous snake behind him—but he didn't dare to expose the darkness in his heart—he only wanted that beautiful, just like sitting together that day The feeling of being kissed by the wind in the courtyard-"I'm sorry, it's me... I got carried away."

Jiang Fengbai seems to be unkind, but in fact he is very soft-hearted, and he is only soft-hearted to those who approve of him: "I am the one who should say sorry." At that time, he was not the cold Mr. Jiang in the business field. Friends, I still want to carefully consider the words of rejection.

That night, Lu Yue tore off his Ophelia, dumped a bucket full of muddy paint, and dyed the whole house into a strange dark black.Ophelia was sleeping in the filth, his eyes were closed tightly, and he couldn't say sad words, let alone refuse.Lu Yue sank himself down, sinking slowly, like embracing his lover at the bottom of the water - he was lying in the viscous paint on the ground, his over-white skin was rubbed red, and in his arms was the crumpled painting .

It is difficult to paint the skin of a tiger to paint the bones, and it is difficult to paint the heart of a wicked person.

Since then, every time he met Jiang Fengbai, Lu Yue would always show a gentle smile, and the haze in his eyes seemed to be swept away.Only where the other party doesn't notice, the hypocritical smile in his eyebrows will reveal a touch of truth, a truth that makes people evade.

When Jiang Fengbai was overwhelmed with group affairs, Lu Yue returned to the country, hired someone to take care of his own property, and locked himself in the room, not knowing what to draw.

His father and that woman gave birth to several children, both boys and girls, Lu Yue couldn't remember their names, and he didn't bother to pay attention to the unprovoked provocation. "If I die, all the money will be donated, and none of it will fall into your hands." Ever since I made this ruthless sentence, the place has become much more peaceful.

Lu Yue was happy to be at leisure, and while sending someone to watch Jiang Fengbai, he began to look for a way to relieve his distress.I don't know when, the desire for monopoly in his heart became stronger and stronger, and he has left the vulgar love, but a kind of fanaticism that wants to kill the other party.However, how could he be willing to let Jiang Fengbai die?Lu Yue felt that he was about to split into two people. During the day, he drew many "Ophelia" with similar faces, and at night he rolled and fell asleep holding them.

"This is normal."

He had laughed at his mother's recklessness, so he would not make mistakes easily.

Unfortunately, in an accident, he and the members of the Sun family rolled into the same bed.Sun Lang seemed to like him quite a bit, he stalked him and tried his best.Lu Yue found it interesting, and couldn't help but treat the other person with a worse attitude, and then waited for this person to bow his knees, and was ecstatic for his smile.

"A Yue, I love you, I love you..."

Sun Lang can be regarded as a good lover, caring and considerate, although he was a playboy before, but after being with him, he restrained a lot.Lu Yue didn't intend to be gentle with him, it's not bad to hang him, making Jiang Fengbai worry about himself, fearing that he would be deceived by such a person, is Sun Lang's greatest role.

Lu Yue didn't say a word, and let the people on him gallop, but Jiang Fengbai's face appeared in his mind.As he expected, Jiang Fengbai planned to come back, but there was still no one by his side.He finally let out a small gasp, hugged her tightly and tightly, and kissed the earlobe wearing the black diamond.Then, when the more intense pleasure hit, when he couldn't see that face, he showed a very confident smile——

At that time, he still didn't know that Nie Yuan was just Nie Yuan after all.If you want to deceive others, you must first deceive yourself.

He just firmly believes that if he is cheap, there will always be someone more cheap than him.

There will always be.

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So it is a good match for Zha Gong and Zha Shou (I firmly believe)