Chapter 22 Big Brother Thank You

Lu Xingliang gathered his mind and replied: [What do you think of your brother. 】

Jian Mei's fair little face showed a thoughtful look, and then answered honestly: "I like my brother very much. When I was young, my parents were busy with work, and my brother took care of me. Later, I fell ill and was often away from home. Slowly, my brother stopped taking me to play, and after that incident came out, he hated me completely."

Lu Xingliang grasped the point: [Then what do you think he thinks]

"I think... there is nothing wrong with my brother." Jian Mei's white fingers stopped on the keyboard, the answer was in his heart, but it was so difficult to face, he lowered his eyes and said softly: "If I didn't show up at home, my brother should It's going to be fine, and so are my parents."

His mother, who should have always been radiant and radiant, but he would always see his mother secretly wipe away her tears, and even his always optimistic and cheerful father would always look preoccupied with him.

"Sister Meina has only received one TV movie this year."

"Wuwu, if my sister has time to make a movie, she will definitely be the three-golden actress now."

"My sister seems to be haggard a lot in recent years."

Without him, my mother's career would be better, and my father would be happier. If it weren't for him, my brother wouldn't be in trouble, and he wouldn't be unable to lift his head when grandpa questioned: "Nanny asks for leave, Changchang is the only one. Where are you when people are at home?"

"I had a fever that day."

"He almost got a lung infection, and I was in the hospital with Shencheng."

"Dad, I'm sorry..."

Nine-year-old Jian Mei stood in the corner upstairs, watching her mother in the living room downstairs cry, watching her father's brows, and her grandpa's helpless sigh. For the first time, he realized that he belonged to this family. Burden, because of him, everyone is not very happy.

Therefore, you must be obedient and sensible, and it is best not to cause trouble to everyone.

During chemotherapy, his whole body was trembling with pain, he couldn't eat during surgery, and a starving life was worse than death. It wasn't just him who was struggling, everyone was working hard.

"Mimi, does it hurt?"

"Does it hurt?"

He shook his head gently, looked at the worried eyes of his parents, and smiled: "It doesn't hurt."

There were many things on his mind that he couldn't tell others, and he didn't want to cause trouble to others, but those things were squeezed into a mountain in his heart, bit by bit, very heavy, and then he met Lu Xingliang, one of whom was willing to listen to him, but He is so calm and will not be affected by his own small negative energy. He regards Lu Xingwang as a floating boat in a sea of ​​misery, and is extremely fortunate.

"Ding Dong"

There was movement from the information terminal.

Lu Xingwang asked him: [Do you think so]

[Things have happened irreversibly, blindly immersed in the past, useless self-blame does not have any effect] Lu Xingliang did not say many words, but every time he can point directly to the point: [Recovering losses, timely stop loss is the only way to what you should do

Jian Mei's eyelashes trembled slightly, and a strange feeling appeared in her heart: "Recover the loss..."

Lu Xingli said: [Yes]

Jian Mei said helplessly: "But I don't know what to do."

I was very afraid of facing brother's disgusting gaze and wanted to get close to him, but was very afraid of being pushed away again and again. When she was a little older, Jian Changjia went to a high school far away from home to live in full dormitory, obviously not at all. Can't help but face everyone in this family.

Jian Mei sometimes even wonders if his brother will recall some painful past events if he sees him, so he should really keep his distance from him.

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and felt a little sad: "I'm afraid of annoying him."

Lu Xingliang seemed to see through his mind, and said concisely: [He won't bother you]

"Really?" Jian Mei couldn't believe it. He was young and couldn't think of a lot in his head, so he asked curiously, "Why?"

Lu Xinglang wakes up the dreamer: [If I really hate you, I won't not only not remember hating you after my accident, but I will secretly see you after you are discharged from the hospital]

It was as if someone finally lifted the veil.

Perhaps Lu Xingliang has never been a master of emotional analysis, but he is as meticulous as silk and is good at finding breakthroughs from clues. This is the quality of a good hunter in the field of trickery, and such a person is now guiding children's emotional problems.

[What you need to figure out is whether he hates you like this now, or is he afraid of being hated by you] Lu Xing reminded him slowly: [Understand? 】

Jian Mei looked at the news of Lu Xingxuan on the screen, as if a new world had been opened: "Also, can you still have such an idea?"

Lu Xing said lightly: [No wonder you are not good at math. 】

Jian Mei thanked for being shot in the knee, and muttered to retort: ​​"What does this have to do with it!"

[The idea is the same] Lu Xing said slowly and deliberately: [Prioritize all possibilities to get the most accurate results]

...

Jian Mei was speechless, so she could only obediently: "I know."

Lu Xingliang was very satisfied. For some reason, when Jian Mei was no longer depressed and cheered up, he would actually feel some relaxation and joy. Before he knew it, Jian Mei could actually affect his mood? Or, are you arrogant and ignorant without knowing it?

Realizing this, Lu Xingxuan frowned slowly.

"Ding Dong"

The information terminal rang, and he opened it.

It was the language sent by Jian Mei, maybe he was really happy, he should be holding the communicator directly to Mai, and the crisp voice came clearly with a smile: "I want to understand, I know what to do. Done."

The voice close to the ear was soft, because the microphone was too close, and there was a little squirt, but it was more real, as if I could really feel a clumsy and foolish child beside me through the sound, Lu said. Xing Huang unconsciously loosened his eyebrows and eyes, and the corners of his mouth evoked a faint smile, but then another voice came, he opened it, and it was also a simple voice: "Thank you, Big Zhuang Brother."

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