In the evening, Aunt Zhao Sijia left porridge for dinner, and Jingxu's father also came home from get off work.

Jingxu's father seems to be a successful man, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and has a very calm demeanor.

Compared with other people's fathers, Lu Churro feels that his father is still like a child who has not grown up.

During the meal, Lu Churro stared at the golden rose on Jingxu's shoulder. The rose had not yet bloomed, it was just a small bud with a light golden luster. It was very beautiful.

Jingxu ate expressionlessly and ignored her. He blushed for no reason, frowned and said, "Can you stop looking at me!"

Lu Churro smiled directly at him.

Zhao Sijia smiled and said: "It seems that Congee likes our Xiaoxu very much."

To be fair, Jingxu is indeed better-looking than Jingzhe. Jingzhe is fatter and his facial features are not as sharp.

Of course, the "like" she refers to is just the simplest mutual affection between children.

"Brother Jingxu, can I be good friends with you?"

Jingxu refused: "No."

Lu Congee was a little disappointed: "Why?"

"No reason."

Zhao Sijia explained: "Don't mind, Xiaoxu doesn't like playing with children very much."

Jingxu is a gifted child with a very high IQ, so he can't play with the children around him and is very unsociable. The children in the neighborhood, including his classmates, don't like him very much, so they have cultivated him.

Solitary character.

When Jing Zhe saw Lu Churri's disappointment, he quickly said, "I can be good friends with Churro!"

Zhao Sijia smiled and rubbed Jingzhe's little head: "Our family Jingzhe is a warm little boy."

"Mom, what is a warm man?"

"He is a boy who brings warmth to others."

Jing Zhe immediately patted his chest: "I want to be a warm man! I want to protect Congee!"

Jingxu had no expression, just curled his lips in disdain.

Jingxu's father mentioned Lu Huairou next door. He looked at the appearance of the porridge and said, "The little girl looks quite similar to our neighbor."

"Don't tell me." Zhao Sijia looked at Lu Churri and nodded in agreement: "The more I look at him, the more similar he becomes, especially the eyebrows and the bridge of the nose. They are all carved from the same mold."

"Are you talking about my grandpa?" Lu Churro asked curiously: "What kind of person is my grandpa?"

"You haven't seen him yet?"

Lu Churro shook his head: "Not yet. Dad said he and grandpa didn't have a good relationship, so grandpa never came to see me."

"That's it." Zhao Sijia can also understand. After all, the identity of the person next door is...different from ordinary people.

"Today there was a brother who wanted to pretend to be my grandfather!" Lu Churri complained: "I exposed his deception immediately. He is so young, how could he be my grandfather!"

Zhao Sijia took out her mobile phone, opened the photo of Lu Huairou, and handed it to Lu Churri: "Look, is it this brother?"

"Yes, that's him! Brother Liar!"

Zhao Sijia and Jingxu's father looked at each other and suddenly laughed: "Little fool, this brother is your grandfather Lu Huairou."

"What!"

Lu Porridge's face looked uglier than after eating black garlic: "Really...really?"

"Yes, your grandpa is really the youngest grandpa in the world, and he takes great care of himself!" Zhao Sijia said with great envy: "What is frozen age? This is it!"

"He is a star." Jingxu's father said, "All stars are like this."

Lu Congru frowned and thought about it, that annoying brother turned out to be her grandfather.

This day... can't be passed!

Why hasn't dad come to pick her up yet, ugh.

"Congee, you don't seem to be very happy." Zhao Sijia noticed Lu Congee's depressed mood and asked, "Don't you like grandpa?"

Lu Churro answered honestly: "I don't like it."

"why?"

"He is so bad that it hurts my face." Lu Churro rubbed his cheeks: "Besides, he looks even more...unreliable than my dad."

She just wanted to have a normal pair of parents and a normal grandpa, and enjoy the love and care like other children. Even her small wishes turned into extravagant wishes.

Zhao Sijia consoled her: "Qiu Qiu, since you haven't contacted Grandpa Lu Huairou yet, how can you make arbitrary conclusions?"

"He just seems...unlikeable."

"That's not true! I don't know how popular your grandpa is. He is a killer of all ages! Whether it is aunts, sisters, or children of your age, everyone dislikes him!"

"Really?"

"Yes, he is very talented. He does whatever he plays. He appears in N magazine every season and is a world-famous model!" Zhao Sijia seems to be a fan of Lu Huairou: "Many people like him. He has so many fans.

."

Jingxu's father coughed lightly and said, "There are more anti-fans."

Zhao Sijia glared at her husband: "If you say less, you will die!"

Jingxu's father chuckled.

At this time, the sound of cars being put into the garage came from outside the building. Jingzhe's little chubby boy climbed up the window sill and looked around, saying, "It's the brother next door who is back!"

"How many times have I told you to call me grandpa, no matter how old or young you are."

Zhao Sijia stood up and said to Lu Congee: "Congee, I will take you home."

Lu Congee was a little reluctant. She liked the family atmosphere of Jingxu's family very much.

But it was rude to always stay in other people's homes, so she obediently put on her small schoolbag, took Zhao Sijia's hand, and came to the door of Lu Huairou's house.

Obviously, Zhao Sijia is really Lu Huairou's little fan. She looks even more nervous than Lu Churro, and she even took out her lipstick to touch up her makeup.

"Porridge, how is Auntie doing?"

"Auntie is beautiful."

"The little girl is really good at talking."

Zhao Sijia pressed the doorbell. Although she and Lu Huairou have been neighbors for so many years, because he is a big star, he has the buff of alienation and is out of reach, so Zhao Sijia has never had the opportunity to communicate with him.

Sending the little girl home this time turned out to be a good opportunity to break the ice.

After the doorbell rang twice, Lu Huairou walked out.

He had just arrived home and had not had time to change clothes. He was wearing a high-end suit from the event, which gave him a somewhat mature manly temperament.

Zhao Sijia looked at him blankly, celebrities are really different from ordinary people. He walked over from a distance, as if he was a domineering president who came out of the TV, and his whole body was shining.

Lu Huairou was a little surprised when she saw Congee: "Why are you still here!"

Lu Churro hid behind Zhao Sijia and didn't want to pay attention to him at all.

Annoying brother...

Oh no, I hate the ghost grandpa.

Zhao Sijia came to her senses and introduced herself: "Hello, Mr. Lu, I am your neighbor."

"You are her mother, right? I also gave her the autograph. What else does the child want?"

"Mr. Lu, you misunderstood, it's not like this." Zhao Sijia took the notebook from Lu Congee and handed it to Lu Huairou: "Please take a look at this first."

Lu Huairou took the notebook and took out a pen from his pocket: "You want to sign it, okay? I'll write it for you... Stop hanging around in front of my house!"

After finishing writing, Lu Huairou threw the notebook to Lu Churro. Lu Churro took it and took a look. He actually wrote a few big words on the copy page of her household registration book -

"Study hard and make progress every day, and primary school students should stop chasing stars."

The primary school student Lu Junchong felt deeply offended. He was so angry that he tore off the title page, crumpled it into a ball and threw it away.

"I hate grandpa! I hate it! I want to go home and find my father!"

After a whole day of accumulated emotions, the little girl finally couldn't hold herself any longer. She hugged her knees and sat on the edge of the steps, wiping her tears and sobbing softly: "I want my father, I want to go home..."

But where does she have a family? Her father and mother don't live together, and they would start arguing within three words of each other. It's not as warm and harmonious as Keixu's family.

She is like an unwanted child. She may really have to sleep on the street tonight.

The more Lu Churui thought about it, the sadder he became, and the more he cried, the more he cried out like a pig.

Zhao Sijia hurriedly knelt down and wiped Lu Churri's tears. She was afraid of patting her on the back. She comforted her in a low voice, then turned back to Lu Huaijou and said: "Mr. Lu, Chow Chow is not my daughter, Chow Chow is your granddaughter.

"

Lu Huairou looked at her absurdly: "Are you kidding me?"

"Look, see if this is your family's household registration book."

Zhao Sijia picked up the crumpled copy of the household registration book and handed it to Lu Huairou.
To be continued...