In the huge villa, relatives of Lu Zhengqing's family were sweeping away the antique calligraphy and paintings of his family, as well as all kinds of valuable good things.

Faced with the complaints from relatives about the sudden power outage, Lu Zhengqing turned a deaf ear to him. He sat on a single leather sofa by the floor-to-ceiling window. Opposite him, Zhao Long sat.

Zhao Long frowned and lowered his voice to look at the relatives in Lu Zhengqing's house. He was tearing down a giant painting in the living room. Several women were laughing sharply, while several other men were complaining that there was no power, and they just thought that Lu Zhengqing, the master, did not exist.

Zhao Long said uneasyly:

"evildoer......"

Lu Zhengqing sat in a chair with a cigarette in his hand and took a sip. Taohua's eyes were filled with a faint disgust. He raised his eyebrows, and his thin bangs fell on his eyebrows. He smiled charmingly at Zhao Long:

"Hmm, what?"

Zhao Long's reaction has always been slow. In their team, he and Qiao Lingxiang are quite autistic, but in fact, Zhao Long seems more ignorant than Qiao Lingxiang. Zhao Long is really unaware of it. He is so confused that he doesn't understand anything, and he just puts himself in his own world.

Qiao Lingxiang is introverted and is artificially autistic and unwilling to actively communicate with the outside world.

Even a ignorant person like Zhao Long felt that the relatives of Lu Zhengqing's family were too ugly.

Zhao Long looked at Lu Zhengqing with some concern and said:

"Mystery, if you are angry, I'll beat them."

"angry?"

Lu Zhengqing slowly spit out a smoke ring. The peach blossom eyes were faintly revealed behind the white smoke, revealing a sense of fatigue and disgust. He said:

"Not angry, it's not worth it for such things."

As he said that, Lu Zhengqing got up, stretched and said:

"The heating has stopped and it will be cooler later. I'll go clean up my own room and see what they left for me."

Then, he put his hands in his garage uniform pockets, swayingly, and walking to the second floor, his bedroom in a wandering field, like a wandering stroll.

Who caused such a phenomenon? It was not Lu Zhengqing himself, nor his cowardly mother, and naturally, nor his father who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth since he was young.

It is a way of survival accumulated by the local households in Xiangcheng, which are lush and lush for thousands of years.

Success is relatives, failure is relatives.

Before the end of the world, at least everyone was still a little decent. After the end of the world, people were gradually forced to death, and the appearance of these relatives gradually became ugly.

When Qiao Lingxiang came here, Lu Zhengqing was standing in front of the messy bookshelf, looking at the certificates filled with bookshelf.

His room was also messed up. All the private places in the drawers, wardrobe, mattresses, and all the private places were turned over by the relatives in his family. Even their safe was carried out by the relatives and they were trying to pry, beat, and burn them in the yard.

This is not a group of relatives, it is clearly a group of locusts.

Qiao Lingxiang stood by Lu Zhengqing's door, looked at him worriedly, opened her mouth, and didn't know what to say. She seemed very tired when she saw Lu Zhengqing's appearance.

That was an indescribable fatigue.

In the messy room, Lu Zhengqing stood against a chair that was dragged away from his original position. His hands were inserted into his pockets. When he turned his head, he saw Qiao Lingxiang standing by the door.

He reached out and blinked his peach blossom eyes at Qiao Lingxiang and said with a smile:

"Baby, come, come to Brother Zhengqing."

That look is as unfair as it is, it is as unfair as it is.

Qiao Lingxiang silently walked into the room with books and papers scattered all over the floor. She saw a trophy upside down on the ground. She bent down and picked it up. She looked at the trophy with the words "Specially commended Lu Zhengqing's first place in the xx composition competition" engraved.

The chubby little girl pursed her lips, wiped the dust on the trophy with her sleeve, and walked to Lu Zhengqing.

"It's useless."

Lu Zhengqing lowered his eyes, looked at the trophy in Qiao Lingxiang's hand, and said indifferently:

"This has been the trophy of elementary school, how many years have it been."

Hearing what he said, Qiao Lingxiang is not like, nor is she not like, she is all the trophy from elementary school, and it is still preserved until now, and it is brand new, which means she should pay great attention to it.

I heard Lu Zhengqing say again:

"That's right. After all, it's made of metal. I'll give it to Brother Cen later and let him absorb it, so don't waste it."

Qiao Lingxiang looked at Lu Zhengqing like that, for some reason, but she felt a little sad, so she handed the trophy directly to Lu Zhengqing and said:

"Give it, you give it to Brother Cen Yi yourself."

Lu Zhengqing smiled and reached out to take the trophy in Qiao Lingxiang's hand. He rubbed the words "Composition Competition" with his thumb. He lowered his eyes and whispered:

"Xiangxiang, tell you a joke. Actually, you are the first in elementary school grades every year."

As he said that, he seemed to find it funny, and pursed his lips and said:

"Not the countdown."

Then, Lu Zhengqing held the trophy, looked up at the ceiling of his bedroom with his head raised, and said:

"Children's hearts are particularly fragile, and they can't stand any blows. They can't tell who really likes you in this world and who are just false. So when a child accidentally finds that the people around him have a face, it turns out that they don't like themselves so much, they are particularly prone to give up on themselves. Sometimes it's ridiculous to think about it. Why did they care about those people who are so different at that time?"

Qiao Lingxiang, who was standing next to Lu Zhengqing, opened her mouth, cleared her throat, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"Brother Zhengqing...not everyone is different from each other."

"Yes, so your brother Cen Yi is very cute."

Lu Zhengqing lowered his head and looked at Qiao Lingxiang. The smile on his face was still so charming, as if he had thought of something funny, and said again:

"The same is true for you, pitiful, Ayaka, you are very lucky. Although you don't have much good intentions around you, the evil you see is true evil, and the good you see is also true good. Evil is false, which is not terrible, but if good is false, it is really terrible."

He did not say what he had encountered, because for an adult who had grown up, these childhood experiences were insignificant at all. Even if he said it, he would be a little whining-free, which was very boring.

All the left and right have grown up. If you understand that others praise you, you may not really think you are good. Maybe you can curse you in your heart and never be good. Understanding this principle is enough.
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