Chapter 452: Carving Herself
After chatting for a while after dinner, Lu Heng left.
Holding his birthday present.
Meng Anran sent him downstairs.
"I bought some tea yesterday, and this is for you."
When Lu Heng put the wooden box into the trunk, she also put the tea in.
Lu Heng closed the trunk, turned around and stared at Meng Anran for a long time without saying a word, just watching quietly.
Meng Anran tilted her head, "What's the matter?"
The girl's lively appearance was reflected in Lu Heng's ink-black pupils. His hands hanging by his side moved, and then he quickly clenched his fists, as if he was trying hard to restrain something.
Meng Anran was confused by his gaze and waved her hand in front of him, "What's going on?"
She looked into his eyes, trying to read his emotions.
But I found that there was forbearance and restraint hidden in it.
She lowered her eyes and saw that he had clenched his fists at some point, his fingertips turning white.
Suddenly recalling the time in the basement of the slaughterhouse when he had reached out but then retracted his hand, Meng Anran probably understood what he wanted to do.
She took Lu Heng's hand and placed it on her head, "Like this?"
Lu Heng's heart trembled, and he slowly loosened his five fingers and touched her fluffy hair.
The movements are gentle, as if caressing a precious and rare treasure.
"These years..." He was deeply moved, but the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them.
Meng Anran stared at him in confusion, and when she saw that he didn't say anything further, she quickly understood what he meant.
She smiled, reaching out to hug him, and visibly felt him stiffen.
"Next time I come back from vacation, will you go shopping with me? I've been your sister for more than 20 years, and you've never taken me out to play."
Lu Heng's eyes flickered slightly, and he realized his voice had changed when he spoke: "Okay."
Xiang Fu was waiting on the side, silent as an invisible man.
I have been with the boss for more than ten years, and he always has that icy face that shows no emotion. No one can read his expression, and no one can guess what he is thinking.
By the time we realized he was angry, it was too late and he was already on the verge of death.
Because he is hard to see through, everyone is afraid of him and keeps their distance from him.
Lu Heng also had friends around him, such as Situ Huajian.
But as he did more cruel things, those friends gradually became distant and stopped contacting him.
Over the years, he was like a lone wolf walking alone in the darkness, or like a god who looked down upon all living beings and disdained to associate with mortals.
However, after his relationship with Meng Anran changed during this period, he actually started to express his emotions.
For example, now, his expression was particularly gentle when he looked at his sister, and those eyes that were filled with indifference like the abyss were full of pity.
He seemed like a different person.
Or perhaps, he finally looked like a "human".
"Go back." Meng Anran let go of him, took a step back and waved, "Bye, you promised to play with me next time."
Lu Heng pursed his lips and smiled very lightly: "Yeah."
The dark green Mercedes Benz gradually moved away and disappeared from Meng Anran's sight.
She turned and walked into the building, her steps unconsciously becoming lighter and more cheerful.
The Mercedes-Benz left Jiangpan No. 9 and drove towards Jinyu Restaurant.
This place is equivalent to Lu Heng’s secret base in Beijing, making him feel more relaxed and comfortable than staying at home.
In addition to his private tea room and bedroom, all his important things were also stored here.
Enter from the back door, walk through the long corridor, and there are two doors at the end.
On the left is his study and on the right is his bedroom.
He entered the study, and Xiang Fu followed in carrying a large wooden box.
The study is decorated simply and neatly, and the silver objects everywhere are very much in line with Lu Heng's personal style.
The wall-mounted bookshelf behind the desk is filled with a wide variety of books, covering finance, art, astronomy and geography.
On the middle shelf of the bookshelf is a plaster sculpture of a man with wings like an angel, but also with the horns of a devil - Satan.
This was a work by Meng Anran many years ago, when she was still called Lu Anran.
This "Satan" statue was made during a period of particularly unstable emotions after she suffered from PTSD.
Because she accidentally hurt her good friend Xiao Han, she locked herself in a small room and vented her emotions every day by carving on various objects with a carving knife.
This is her first complete work since she started carving.
Six years ago, Lu Qingcheng came to the door, and Meng Anran took the opportunity to escape from the Lu family without taking anything with him.
He found the statue in her room and kept it.
"Mr. Lu, who is this statue of?" Xiang Fu has been puzzled for a long time. Today, taking advantage of his boss's good mood, he finally had the opportunity to ask this question.
Lu Heng gently stroked Satan's face and said in a hoarse voice, "She herself."
As soon as he finished speaking, he held the statue and rotated it half a circle to the right.
The bookcase suddenly made a "click" sound, and then a secret door slowly opened inward.
The lights inside automatically lit up, and the glass dust-proof cabinets were filled with collections from various countries and dynasties.
Surrounded by these priceless collections, right in the center is a crooked, ugly cup.
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The bright afternoon sun poured in through the window. Kone slumped in his office chair, his eyes dull and his spirit listless.
My mind seems empty, I have nothing to think about.
It was as if thousands of thoughts suddenly flooded into his mind and became a tangled mess, blocking his chest and making it hard for him to breathe.
The young assistant secretly observed the listless man in the office through the glass door and sighed secretly.
What happened to Dr. Ke?
He has been in this state ever since Mr. Lu’s treatment ended in the morning, and he didn’t even eat lunch.
Although Young Master Lu is a cruel and ruthless person, he is a patient after all. He will not make things difficult for the doctor, right?
The young assistant hesitated for a long time holding the phone. It seemed that Dr. Ke only had two friends in Beijing, Meng Anran and Qin Mu.
Do you want to call Meng Anran and tell her about Dr. Ke’s current condition?
If this continues, she is afraid that the psychologist will develop a mental illness!
The bell rang suddenly.
The young assistant was so frightened that he trembled all over and subconsciously looked at his phone, but the screen was still black.
Only then did she realize that it was Konai's phone that called.
The ringtone broke the silence in the office. Konai slowly put on his glasses, checked the caller ID, and answered the call.
"Hello? What do you want to talk to me about?"
A cool, calm voice came from the receiver, its tone deliberately slowed down, revealing concern: "Lu Heng has already told me. Judging from your condition, I guess you won't be seeing any more patients today. Do you want to go out and relax?"
Kenai leaned back in his chair, not really wanting to see anyone.
But as a psychologist, he knows better that when you are in a bad mood, you should go out to breathe fresh air and talk to friends.
Instead of hiding in a corner and thinking about random things.
After thinking for a long time, he agreed to Meng Anran's proposal.
"Okay, Qin Mu and I will pick you up now and we'll be there in about half an hour."
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