Chapter 21： He must be very hurt and sad for your Highness

The operation room fell silent for a moment.

then

Lu Xing replied, "No."

Wen Sheng did not breathe a sigh of relief after getting this answer, because she had been staring at Lu Xingwang with all her heart, so when this question was raised, she swears that Lu Xingwang paused and hesitated, even if it was only At that moment, it still exists.

Someone walked into his heart.

What kind of people can do what they can't do?

Wen Sheng said: "I can ask more, what kind of person does Your Highness like?"

Lu Xing stood in front of the mechanical stage with no expression on his face: "Ms. Wen said and laughed, what qualifications do I have to love someone with a broken body like me?"

so

It's not that there is no, but don't you want to delay others?

Wen Sheng was a little angry: "His Royal Highness still knows himself."

"Your Majesty intends to help me marry the prince." Wen Sheng gritted his teeth secretly and snorted: "If I marry the prince, I may be the future queen and your sister-in-law in the future."

Lu Xing said quietly, "Congratulations."

Wen Sheng: "You..."

So sad.

I don't know why, but I'm so sad, my heart is so stuffy and out of breath, sore and painful.

The pampered eldest lady raised her head high, as if she was trying to find a place for herself, and said angrily: "It is the marriage contract that I am about to dissolve with His Royal Highness. His face is disfigured and he has lost his supernatural power. You are not worthy of it. mine."

In fact, when she said it, she regretted it.

But when he fixed his eyes on the young man, Lu Xing met with surprisingly calm eyes. The young man nodded indifferently and opened his lips: "I wish Miss Wen will have a bright future."

All of a sudden, Wen Sheng's tears fell from his cheeks.

The feeling of not being loved, winning is like a deserter.

At this moment, she knew that her youth was officially over. From now on, she and His Highness would be two passers-by.

...

Jane's courtyard

Jian Mo stepped on the escalator to grab medicine for Aunt Li in the small pharmacy, and was jumping up and down looking for herbs. The wind chimes of the courtyard door rang outside. Jian Mo looked outside through the window and saw a familiar but somewhat stranger. Figure, isn't that... his brother?

At the door, a black-haired teenager with a luggage bag walked in and drank water under the vines.

Jian Mo trot down the stairs, and yelled with joy: "Brother!"

The person drinking the water became stiff, turned his head and looked at the figure rushing towards the pharmacy, his face gradually became serious, and when Jian Mei was about to approach, Jian Changjia was almost choked by the water.

When Jian Mei approached, what she met was his brother's unbelievable look: "Why are you here?"

"Dad sent me here."

"Why didn't he say when I called him?" Jian Changjia's expression changed, she didn't know what she was thinking of, but the cold was even worse. He cursed, and he was about to call Father Jian back.

Jian Mei was a little at a loss: "Brother..."

When Jian Changjia completely turned around, he could completely see some obvious scars on the young man’s neck and neck. Unlike Jian Mei, who was raised by his parents as a white porcelain doll, Jian Changjia, who was an older brother, was not so lucky. When her parents brought Jian Mei to the hospital for treatment, Jian Jiachang, who was alone with her babysitter, did not roll down the stairs very much. From then on, he left a scar, spreading from the chin to the collarbone, a very large dark gray mark, spreading densely. As terrible as dead branches.

Jian Changjia took the phone to call and glared at her younger brother: "It's really annoying, don't follow me!"

Jian Mo hurriedly stopped, a few steps away from her brother, and stood cautiously.

Jian Changjia, who was not far away, was calling with Jian's father, and there seemed to be some quarrels, probably because he didn't tell him that his brother was there in advance and how to get him back.

In the courtyard, Jian Mei squatted by the well, washing vegetables.

Jian Changjia strode back to the pergola to take her own salute. Before turning around, she almost ran into Jian Mei. He stopped and blamed: "What are you doing behind me?"

Jian Mei was bumped into his nose. He lowered his head and covered his red nose, then lifted the cucumber up: "Does brother eat fruit?"

"..."

Jian Changjia didn't take the cucumber, but bowed down and asked hesitantly, "Where did I hit it?"

Jian Mo raised his head, and his round eyes were in full match with him. Because of the distance, he could look at his brother clearly, his eyes fell on the scary scar that was particularly conspicuous, and he paused for a moment.

Jian Changjia's eyes darkened, and she turned her face away to prevent him from seeing: "You deserved it when you bumped into it. Who made you walk without eyesight."

Jian Mei followed him with the cucumber, and said softly, "Is you hungry? The cucumber that Aunt Li gave is sweet. There should be food in the kitchen. I'll get it for you."

Jian Changjia was very annoyed: "Fat, I'm leaving."

When the one-year-old and the one were entangled here, the old man who was taking a nap in the living room went downstairs. In the end, **** was still hot, and he took the violent old man's uniform service without a few words.

Jian Changjia is not leaving, but he added: "Anyway, I don't live in the same house with Jian."

Jian Mei stood by the small bench, feeling aggrieved.

The old man sighed: "If you can't stop, you can't stay, you go to the room on the second floor to sleep, and you go to the drawer to get the key to your brother."

"Sure."

"I don't need him, I take it myself."

Jian Changjia seemed unwilling to be with her brother at all, so she carried her backpack and entered the house. His back was not unforgiving. The Jian behind sat depressed on a small bench holding a mobile phone. He has always been unable to hide his worries. It is a pity. There are no friends to share. Poor Lu Xingwang has become a trash can for his worries. Just talk about it, and Lu Xingwang's information terminal almost burst.

After a while

Lu Xingwang replied: "Why does he hate you."

Jian Mei held her chin and sighed to reply to Lu Xingwang: "My father said that I came home from the hospital for treatment and slept in the house that day. My brother came to see me from school because no one in the family told my brother about the accident. I slept dazedly when I saw the person with a terrible scar beside the bed, and was scared to cry."

When his head was not awake, he should have said something very excessive.

After that, Jian Changjia treated him like a stranger with hatred, and never gave him a good face.

"I want to apologize to my brother, but he doesn't want to talk to me."

"I don't know how to get along with my brother."

"He seems to hate me."

A series of words were displayed on the information terminal. Lu Xingwang's dark eyes were deep and he leaned against the cold mechanical table. The young man's slender finger tapped the table without a moment. In fact, he really didn't care, even Wen Sheng. When talking about his appearance in front of his face, he didn't have the slightest ripple in his heart, but when Jian Mei said that he was scared to cry by such scars, he inexplicably minded.

Silence for a moment

Lu Xingwang finally asked him: "Do you care about those scars?"

It is always easier for people to unwind and tell the truth to strangers who have never met.

Jane held her chin, thought about it carefully, and replied, "I care."

Like a basin of cold water dripping from top to bottom, Lu Xing's tapping fingertips paused, and his dark and tranquil eyes looked at the short words on the information panel for an instant, and his heart seemed to be suddenly sharpened by a sharp stick. The needle stabbed for a while, he silently closed the information panel, but didn't move his footsteps for a long time. He just stood quietly on the spot, as if he was digesting some emotions. Don't mind, he even felt sad after a long absence.

It's funny to say, why should he pin his hopes on others? Isn't he teaching simple ignorance?

Why don't you care?

Everyone cares about ugly scars, so why ask others to accept it?

Lu Xingwang's heart gradually cooled, and a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. When he started to leave the room, the information terminal shook again and again.

...

Just look at the last time.

He hesitated for a moment, after all he clicked on the message panel, and saw Jian Mei whispered: "Why don't you care, every time you see the scar, he thinks, he must be in pain at the time."

"Every time I think about this, I feel sad." Jian Mei was a little clumsy but seriously guessed: "I feel very distressed."

Lu Xingwang stood on the edge of the console. The boy's hand holding the desk was a little white because of his force. Looking at the message from the information display, his heart had a strange feeling, very strange, but It's warm again.

After that incident, too many people looked at him with strange eyes, disgusted, pityed, and even blamed. No one cared how he felt, no one cared how painful he was. The most indispensable thing around him was falling into trouble and mocking him.

It's like a powerful beast that has been injured and can only find an unmanned corner to lick the wound. Its natural enemies are looking for opportunities to put him to death. The followers of his territory only care about whether it can become stronger and make use of it. Value and function, otherwise you will be abandoned, divorced and abandoned.

And at this moment—

However, a silly and naive little animal ran up to him and asked with concern whether its wound was painful.

This feeling

It's really amazing.