C237 (2/2)

”Alright, where do you want to go to play? I'll take you there. ”

Before Lu Junhao even had the chance to take out his Report Form, the Father Lu had already taken his stepmother and Lu Juncheng out to play.

”Father …”

He opened his mouth wanting to call Father Lu, but Father Lu did not hear his voice at all, he only wanted to bring Lu ChengLi out. Only now did he realize that it wasn't because he wasn't outstanding enough. He didn't know why her father didn't like him anymore.

He went back to his room in disappointment. He did not even know that the Report Form had fallen onto the ground. He had wanted to use this Report Form to make the Father Lu happy, but since she could not bring out its full potential, what did she need this Report Form for?

He was sad for a while, but he did not continue to be sad. Instead, he ran to the courtyard and started to play by himself. There were many toys that Lu Mai had built for him when he was still alive. There were small wooden horses, slides, swings, and so on. It was like being in a park. In the past, the Lu Mai had always played with him, but now, he could only play by herself.

Seeing his appearance, Luo Qingyu's heart was filled with grief. She did not hold back, letting his tears flow freely. But even though she was crying so loudly, Lu Junhao was playing around very happily, as if he was not the only one there. In fact, he wanted to cry very much in his heart, but he couldn't because he promised Lu Mai. He was already a man, he couldn't cry because of small matters. It wasn't that his father didn't like him, it was just that he wanted to give his timid brother more care and care.

He played by himself for a long time. When he got tired of playing, he would eat, take a bath, and go to bed. Now that he knew he couldn't make his father happy by getting good grades, how could he make his father happy? Lu Junhao had been thinking about this problem the entire time.

Father Lu's birthday was about to arrive, he was thinking that she must make his father happy on her father's birthday. In the past, Father Lu's birthday would have to be celebrated, but today, he had just lost her wife. Thus, she decided to have a happy meal with her family.

Lu Junhao didn't know what he should give to the Father Lu, so he wanted to ask his classmates about it, and then someone would advise him.

”I'm not wrong. If it's to buy a gift, then it would be too insatiable. It would be better to make the gift personally. The last time my mother's birthday, I personally made a picture book for her and she cried happily. ”

”Really?”

When Lu Junhao heard his big words, he was extremely happy in his heart. Was it possible that he could also make a picture album for Father Lu, and he would be very happy when that happened? This way, he wouldn't dislike his.

”Of course it's true. Listen to me. If you don't believe me, you can ask the others. They will definitely say the same thing.”

Lu Junhao really went to ask the other people, they really did say that personally making them gifts was more evidence of their sincerity, their parents would definitely be very happy upon receiving it.

Lu Junhao received a definite answer, and happily prepared to make a picture book for Father Lu. Although Luo Qingyu knew that making a present personally would make him more sincere, it might be useless for the Father Lu because the Father Lu did not even put him in her heart.

Luo Qingyu understood this logic, but Lu Junhao did not. Three days later was Father Lu's birthday, and he was short on time. So he began to paint day and night. In order to be perfect, as long as he wasn't satisfied with just a little of it, he would start to paint again. He wanted to give her father the perfect gift.

After so many changes, the originally insufficient time became even more insufficient. The day before Father Lu's birthday, she still had not finished with her present and was extremely anxious in his heart. Thus, she did not sleep at all and instead spent the entire night drawing. His eyelids were constantly fighting, so he slapped herself hard in the face to wake up.

It was winter then and the temperature was very low. He used the cold water to stimulate himself to not fall asleep and washed his face with cold water. His face was red from the cold. He didn't even turn on the air conditioner to get the cold to irritate him.

Luo Qingyu shouted at him: Stop painting, he won't like it. Why is he tormenting me like this? But no matter how Luo Qingyu yelled, he couldn't hear his. Luo Qingyu had no other choice but to secretly shed tears for him.

Finally, when the sun rose, he finished the entire picture book. The picture in the book showed the three of them living a good life. However, these Father Lu s did not care about it at all, so even if they gave him this painting, he would not like it.

Lu Junhao looked very haggard, because he hadn't slept for the entire night. He was very sleepy, but he couldn't rest yet. He still had to force himself to say some good wishes to the Father Lu and then gift him this gift.

This time, Lu Junhao gave his present first.

”Dad, happy birthday, this is a gift I gave you. I spent a lot of effort to make it. Take a look.”

Father Lu only opened the first page of the painting before closing it.

”Alright, Jing Hao. Daddy understands. Let's wait and see.”

Thus, she put his picture book to the side, and then Lu Juncheng gave him a present. She gave a bottle of perfume to Father Lu. Father Lu was very happy and decided to take him out to eat tonight.

The scene of Father Lu holding Lu Juncheng pierced his eyes, and those eyes which had not slept for an entire night felt extremely uncomfortable, as though something was going to flow out of them. Lu Junhao resisted the urge as he silently walked up the stairs, but no one noticed.

The Father Lu brought Lu Juncheng and her stepmother out. When Lu Junhao returned to the hall, he saw that all the gifts had been collected. He could no longer hold it in and began to cry. He picked up the picture book on the floor and quickly ran into the room. He wanted to tear off the picture book, but he couldn't. After all, he had spent so much effort to do it.

He cried sorrowfully, while Luo Qingyu also cried sorrowfully at the side. Why was he so stupid? It was so heartbreaking. Why did he have to be so persistent? She wanted to ask him, but she suddenly remembered that he was also so persistent towards the dead Luo Qingyu. This was his beautiful side.