Chapter 17: Outside Luo Yanqian: That man

The weather in summer always changes quickly. It is clear that the sun is full of sun at the first moment, and the next moment is dense with clouds.
Large drops of rain are like tears of a woman who has collapsed, dense and fierce, but irregular.
Passers-by were hiding from the rain. Taxi drivers also took the opportunity to start business at this time. It is obviously a small town that is not prosperous. At this time, taxis are more difficult to find than in the second ring road of big cities.
Luo An looked at the streets where there were few people in a little panic and at a loss. The thin shirt was soaked by the rain. In addition to the sultry summer weather, it felt extremely uncomfortable to stick to his body.
He didn't expect to die like this when he ran away from home. He didn't even know how to go home. He didn't have a penny on him, and he didn't even have money to call.
He didn't know if he went to the police for help, would everyone know that Master Luojia ran away from home?
Moreover, he really didn't want to see those hypocritical faces.
What a shame to run away from home in that kind of circle? He hates those unfounded idol TV dramas. Those young masters seem to only chase women. Those people don’t know what high society is, the heirs of the real high society, how can they easily fall in love with Cinderella, in those plots Never know what interest is, what is market, and what is reality?
For example, isn't my father now married to a famous lady again? Maybe not the famous lady, but the famous divorced woman.
The rain is getting heavier and it doesn't seem to stop. It is really strange for a fourteen or five-year-old boy to walk on the empty street.
A black sports car slowly appeared on the street. The man sitting in the back seat just happened to look at the street view outside the window. He saw the young man looking embarrassed in the rain. He raised his eyebrows unexpectedly and asked the assistant sitting beside him, "This Is the child familiar?"
The assistant looked at it carefully, "An Jue, that seems to be the young master of the Luo family, why is he here?"
The man looked at the little boy in the rain carefully. It was indeed very much like the young master Luo family he saw when he attended the banquet last time. He closed his eyes and said, "Don't worry."
"Yes," the assistant seemed to have understood the habits of men, and replied unchanged, just looking at the teenagers on the street from the corner of his eyes.
The moment the car drove by the boy's side, there was a thunder in the sky. The man opened his tired eyes and frowned when he saw the boy fall to the ground. "Stop."
Shouldn't the paparazzi be so dedicated this weather?
When he got out of the car, he thought tauntingly, the assistant behind him opened the umbrella for him, even so, his trouser legs were still stained with dirty mud.
Luo An blinked and looked at the man who walked in front of him in confusion. Sometimes people rushed past him, but the pedestrians who were busy hiding from the rain paid no attention to the man and the young man.
The man is very beautiful, and the clothes he wears are also very decent. There is an aura of an upper-class figure between his hands. Luo An looked at the man who walked in front of him in confusion. Does he know himself?
"Mr. Luo Xiao," the man's tone was a little cold, even alienated. He looked at him condescendingly, making Luo An feel particularly embarrassed.
"Can you stand up?" The man didn't seem to see his embarrassment, stretched out his hand and said lightly, "Follow me in the car."
Luo An was surprised, "What are you going to do?"
The man looked at him up and down and said coldly, "You are like this, even if I am a kidnapper, I won't attack you."
Luo An remembered that the man called himself Mr. Luo Xiao, which was different from other people calling him Master Luo. He was less flattering, and he hesitated. Does this man know his father?
The rain flowed down his forehead and filled his eyes. He felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help but reach out to wipe it, but when he saw the muddy water in his hands, he froze.
The man picked him up, threw him into the car behind him, closed the door, and said to the driver in front, "Now drive to S shop and send him home first."
"But, you still have a scene tonight..."
"Call the director to change the scene," the man took out his towel and threw it to Luo An, "I need to rest today."
The assistant looked at the dark shadows around his eyes and knew how tired he was and stopped talking so that he could rest well.
Luo An took the handkerchief and wiped the rain from his face, thinking with disdain, that he was just a little star, what's so great.
The car drove for nearly a night. Luoan hadn't slept all night, but the man sitting next to him closed his eyes and fell asleep. He looked at the handsome profile of the man and wondered a little dissatisfied, how could this man look so good-looking? ?
After the Luo Abe man arrived home, his father did not blame him, but he was not very happy, but the stepmother was very happy when he saw the man who sent him, and even took pictures with the man. He looked as cold as frost on weekdays. At the moment, the stepmother has no noble recuperation, thinking disdainfully, she is just a man who feeds on his face. What's so great?
"Xiao'an is not sensible, and he has caused such a thing, trouble Mr. Jing." His father's attitude towards men is also very friendly, which surprised Luo An extremely. His father has always been disdainful of entertainers in the entertainment industry. So special?
"Mr. Luo is polite, just drop by," the man smiled like a spring breeze, looking at Luo An sideways, "not to mention that Mr. Luo is still a child. I hope Mr. Luo will think more about education. It is not early. I should go back to the crew." The man smiled and stood up.
"Mr. Jing, about this endorsement..."
The father didn’t finish his words, the man’s cell phone rang, and the man smiled at his father apologetically,
I’m sorry, Mr. Luo, you can contact my agency first for endorsement issues. I’m going back to the crew now, please sorry.

Luo An saw the disappointment and smile on his father's face, and his doubts grew in his heart. This man is not just an artist. Why would his father tolerate him so much?
And he didn't understand. A man is obviously indifferent to him. Why does he have such a warm smile, so that people who see him can't help but fall into this smile, making people feel the sincerity in his smile?
The indifferent him, and the gentle and elegant him like a nobleman in front of his father, which one is true?
At dinner time, the indelible smile on his stepmother's face made him more and more curious about the man, and couldn't help but ask, "Dad, who is that man?"
This time, his father didn't accuse him of speaking impolitely during the meal, and even his stepmother was still smiling without a hint of discomfort.
"He is Jing Anjue, the emperor in the entertainment industry." The stepmother put down the knife and fork in her hand, took the towel from the servant, wiped her hand, and smiled, "The merchandise spokesperson's trump card." She looked at Luo An's face. With a puzzled expression, "I am also the most perfect man in all women's minds."
The stepmother hardly praises people directly, let alone an artist, this man can get such a good evaluation?
"Don't doubt his status," the stepmother stretched out her slender white fingers, shook it gently, in a gesture of no, "Even the businessmen are proud of his endorsement."
Luo An began to understand how high this man was, but he always remembered that it was indeed the feeling when a man looked down on him, indifference, alienation, and unexplainable highness. Why is this man not what his stepmother said.
Then he continued to study in aristocratic school, and often heard some girls discussing that man, those aristocratic ladies, when mentioning that man, there was no aristocratic manner at all, just like his stepmother who must remain elegant at all times.
On his fourteenth birthday, among the gifts he received, there was a collection of that man's works.
Unable to help curiosity, he inserted the CD into the computer and waited for the screen to appear.
A beautiful picture appeared on the screen, a clean balcony with a pot of elegant gardenias, a man in a white shirt sat down on the balcony, holding a thick book in his hand and flax-colored shredded hair stickers In his ears, the man looks clean and beautiful.
As the camera zoomed in, the man slowly raised his head, looked at the camera, and suddenly smiled, as if he had entered the human heart.
The camera turned again, and it turned out that a gardenia in the flowerpot had already opened, and the white petals were half open and half closed, giving people a pure beauty.
Slender and clean fingers lightly touched the snow-white petals, and the man's light but longing voice came out, "The flower you gave me has already bloomed, why haven't you come back?"
The screen turned black and Luo An turned off the TV. In the darkness, there was a kind of anxiety in his eyes. Is that man really not afraid of the day when his mask is torn down?
He began to pay attention to men's reports, to the activities that men participated in, and even to his emotional life.
There are constant scandals of men, but the women who are with him are always criticized. Fans are crazy about any woman who is close to a man. He is thinking, if this man gets married, how many women will collapse?
Later, it was heard that a man was killed by a female star in his villa. On that day, he even thought that he heard the biggest joke in the world. How could he be killed because that man is not a woman's favorite type?
However, he didn't understand love at that time, let alone the madness of women's love to the depths, men were really dead.
He would still look at the works of men, and then watch the world gradually forget that man, even the emperor in this circle would still be submerged in the torrent of time?
When he entered the entertainment industry and his stage name was changed to Luo Yanqian, he understood what the seemingly glamorous circle was like. Even if he had family power, he did not go smoothly. The man who once existed like an emperor was What journey did you go through to get there?
But he will never know, because the man has been asleep in the ground, slowly, a little bit, forgotten.
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