Chapter 481: Third Brother is Good
There was a barely perceptible tremor in Lu Shiman's voice as he approached carefully and squatted down in front of Lu Jianheng.
Lu Jianheng seemed to have heard the voice, his distracted eyes turned slowly, and the focus fell on Lu Shiman's face with difficulty.
In order to make the scene more realistic, several people took turns watching me and not letting me sleep last night.
He sighed inwardly, he was so sleepy and wanted to sleep so badly.
"Third brother~"
Lu Jianheng's lips moved, but no sound came out. His fingers holding the wine bottle tightened unconsciously.
Lu Shiman felt a lump in her throat when she saw his broken face.
She reached out and placed her hand on the back of his cold, trembling hand. Gently, she pulled the dangerous bottle of wine from his hand and put it aside.
Lu Shiman looked up at his painful face, and the dim light reflected the tears in the corners of his eyes.
Lu Shiman's heart was in a knot.
"Third brother..." she called again, her voice choked with sobs: "Are you okay?"
Lu Jianheng looked at his sister squatting in front of him, her always bright eyes filled with worry and heartache.
The slight tremor in Lu Shiman's voice was like a thin needle, gently pricking him.
Lu Jianheng almost couldn't pretend anymore and wanted to rub her head and say, "Third brother is just teasing you."
But thinking of his elder brother's plan and the difficulties she faced, he forced himself to suppress his impulse.
Lu Jianheng's Adam's apple rolled, and he squeezed out a hoarse voice: "Okay..." He pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying: "Excellent..."
Lu Shiman's heart sank.
The third brother was obviously in great pain, but he still pretended to be strong in front of her.
Her nose felt more sore and her eyes felt hot.
She reached out and held Lu Jianheng's cold hand tightly: "Third brother, let's go home."
Lu Jianheng shook his head, his movements slow and sluggish like a drunk: "No reply..." His voice was weak.
"Then what do you want to do?" Lu Shiman asked eagerly: "I'll accompany you, and I can do anything!"
Lu Jianheng lowered his eyes, avoiding her gaze: "I don't want to do anything, I just want to be alone..."
He paused, his voice lowering: "Just go...go home."
Lu Shiman didn't move.
She pursed her lips and simply sat down next to him, leaning against the sofa leg like him.
Lu Shiman turned her head to look at him, her tone a little childishly stubborn: "I won't leave, Third Brother, just pretend I don't exist and don't treat me as a human being."
"You treat me like a wine bottle and a pillow."
Lu Jianheng was so adorable by her appearance that he almost couldn't help laughing.
He quickly turned his head and bit the tip of his tongue hard to suppress the smile that was about to come to his lips.
The box became quiet, with only the faint sound of music coming from outside.
Lu Shiman was silent for a while, as if he was organizing his words.
She looked at the dim wall in front of her and said softly, "Third brother, it's okay."
She paused, counting on her fingers as if she were counting treasures: "Look at you, you are so handsome, rich, have a good figure, and long legs..."
After counting on her fingers, she switched to the other hand: "These peach blossom eyes, even if they look at a dog, are full of affection. They are so charming..."
She tried to sound more relaxed: "You have positive values and good character... You are such a good person, there will always be people who will see you and love you."
Lu Jianheng originally tilted his head, listening to his sister's clumsy yet sincere comfort, and the forced bitterness in his heart was washed away by a warm current.
He quietly turned his gaze back to her soft profile.
The light from the wall lamp outlined her small nose tip and tightly pursed lips.
She said it seriously.
Lu Jianheng's heart felt like it was soaked in warm water, soft and swollen.
He looked at her with complicated eyes.
After Lu Shiman finished speaking, she took a deep breath, turned to look at him, and smiled: "Besides, even if others don't love you, it doesn't matter."
Her eyes were firm: "We will love you, Big Brother, Second Brother, Fourth Brother, Feather Brother, and me, Ji Linshen..."
"Emm... Never mind, it seems weird that Ji Lin loves you so much."
"Anyway, we will always love you. Feather Brother's dogs all love you."
After Lu Shiman finished speaking, she seemed to have made up her mind, moved her butt and moved closer to Lu Jianheng.
Then, she stretched out her hand and, with unyielding strength, gently pressed Lu Jianheng's head onto her thin shoulders.
Lu Jianheng's body stiffened.
Lu Shiman's voice rang out above his head: "Look, my shoulders, although not as broad as your brother's, but..."
She paused for a moment, then spoke again in a voice as light as a feather: "It should be enough to carry Third Brother's head."
She meant something.
Lu Jianheng's Adam's apple rolled violently, a strong sour feeling rushed into his nasal cavity, and his eye sockets instantly became hot.
He originally just wanted to put on a show to gain his sister's attention and make her feel needed.
But at this moment, listening to her clumsy but sincere words, feeling the warmth and support from her shoulders.
The forced sadness faded, and a deeper, more real emotion surged out.
It's guilt and heartache.
He was lying to her, making her worry and sad.
But she used her softest heart to give him the most solid support.
Hot tears burst out of her eyes without warning, silently soaking the clothes on Lu Shiman's shoulders.
Lu Shiman felt the wetness on his shoulder and his body trembled slightly.
She didn't say anything, but just held his hand hanging at his side more tightly, and patted the back of his head gently with her other hand, like comforting a child in her arms.
Time flows in silence.
After a long while, Lu Shiman spoke again, her voice so gentle that water could drip out: "Be good, Third Brother..."
She patted him gently: "Don't be sad. If you are sad, I will be sad too."
In the monitoring room.
Lu Yannan stared at the screen, looking at his sister's thin figure and the third child leaning on her shoulder and crying silently.
The hands at my sides curled up unconsciously.
Lu Chixu stood behind him, his eyes red.
He wiped his face vigorously, his voice nasal but still irritable: "Fuck, the third brother is such an idiot."
Lu Chixu pointed at the silent and tearful Lu Jianheng on the screen, and said angrily: "Show weakness! Speak up."
"Does he think his silence is golden? He would be stupid if he kept silent."
"Manman is like this now, why don't he speak up? It's driving me crazy!"
Lu Qijun stood silently beside Lu Chixu, listening to his second brother's violent outburst, and took a big step to the side with an expressionless face, keeping a safe distance.
The Angry Fire Baby is indeed the Angry Fire Baby.
Get angry and rant anytime, anywhere.
Stay away from it, lest the fire spread to the whole field and burn your eyebrows.
Lu Chixu was still chattering non-stop.
Lu Yannan's emotions were completely shattered by the grumpy broadcasting machine behind him.
He turned his head and took a deep breath: "Come on, lower your head."
Lu Chixu didn't understand what was going on and lowered his head.
Lu Yannan slapped him hard on the back of the head.
With one slap, the monitoring room instantly became quiet.
Ji Lin sat in the corner, covering his mouth to stifle his laughter.
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