Lu Songtao returned to the Lu family in a daze.

Standing in the yard, every grass and tree here is so familiar.

But at this moment, a sense of strangeness was felt.

Grandpa's face has been lingering in his mind, so kind and kind.

The bits and pieces of the past come to my heart.

When I was a child, my grandfather was in poor health, so he carried him for a walk and fed him medicine. He gave him whatever he wanted and what his grandfather gave him.

There are also other people in the family, each treating him well, and each with a kind smile.

All this is so true, how could it be fake?

Standing in the yard in a daze, Lu Songtao repeatedly told himself that there must be some misunderstandings here.

Subconsciously touched his pocket and suddenly felt a sudden sensation inside.

The word "kill" is in your pocket, within reach.

What kind of character "kill" is this? I never thought that the character "kill" can be written like this.

The word "kill" cannot be fake either.

What happened so much that Lu Shanmin hated the Lu family so much and grandpa so much.

Suddenly I thought of the scene I saw late last night, my grandfather who had become agile and the old Taoist priest who was seriously injured and familiar with him.

I couldn't help but sweat again.

He didn't dare to believe it, nor did he want to believe it, and his mind was messy.

On one hand, he was the relative who gave birth to him and raised him to love him, and on the other hand, he was the one who valued the most in his life, and even the only confidant who truly became a friend.

I have been having a good time since I was a child, and I have never encountered any difficult choices, let alone the situation like this today.

The sudden change was like a storm for him.

He was like a child thrown in the wild, at a loss.

"I have given up my family rights. I just want to make friends worth dating. Why is it so difficult?"

Lu Songtao murmured to himself, he really couldn't understand why he encountered such a situation.

"Songtao", a shout came from the upper floor, interrupting his messy thoughts.

Lu Songtao looked up and looked in the direction where the sound came. His father Lu Zhenchi was standing on the balcony of the tall building in the north.

She was still wearing a straight gray suit, meticulous hair, and a face that was not angry and powerful.

From childhood to adulthood, he was not afraid of anyone in the Lu family, but he was afraid of this father.

"Dad, when did you come back?"

"I just came back not long ago. Come up, everyone is waiting for you." Lu Zhenchi said lightly, with no expression on his face.

"Waiting for me"? Lu Songtao repeated and walked towards the tall building mechanically.

It's a very short distance and can usually be walked in a few minutes, but this time it's so far away that it's like it can't be walked in any way.

A very familiar road, white marble railings and marble stone lions, seen every day since childhood, but at this moment it has a strong sense of strangeness.

Step by step into the building, step by step up the stairs, and your feet are as heavy as if they are filled with lead.

Lu Songtao wanted to get an answer, but was afraid of getting an answer, and was afraid of getting an unbearable answer.

Several people have sat in the calligraphy, and everyone's eyes are still at

On him.

The eyes of these relatives were still as soft as before, but at this moment it put a huge pressure on him, which made him feel a little breathless.

Lu Xian sat in the center with kind eyes and a smile.

His father, Lu Zhenchi, sat at the first place on his grandfather's left hand and nodded slightly at him.

Next was his elder brother Lu Hanqing, who gave him an encouraging look.

On the right side of Lu Xian were the eldest uncle Lu Wenyan and the third uncle Lu Wenze. The two looked calm and no different from usual.

Lu Songtao nodded to everyone and sat in the lowest empty seat.

The study room was very quiet. Lu Songtao took a few deep breaths and tried to keep himself calm.

He knew that whether he wanted to know or not, he would soon know.

"Zhenchi, let's talk about it." Lu Xian said, his voice soft and plain.

Lu Zhenchi nodded, looked at Lu Songtao, and said lightly: "Songtao, you should have assumed more family responsibilities. But given that you have been in poor health since childhood, your family members cherish you very much and protect you, so I will open my mind.

Close one eye and don’t force you too much.”

"But you are the direct descendant of the Lu family after all, and the son of me, Lu Zhenchi. Whether it is due to responsibility or obligation, you should know some things."

"Born in a family like the Lu family, you can have whatever you want and enjoy the glory and wealth that ordinary people dare not even think about. However, this world is fair, and there is never any so-called natural.

While you are the second son of the Lu family, you must also bear the corresponding responsibilities. You can understand this."

Lu Songtao crossed his fingers, held his hands tightly together, and nodded. "Dad, you should know that I am just a bookworm, I have no other skills and cannot bear the heavy responsibility."

"You", Lu Zhenchi glared at his eyes and snorted coldly, "The rotten wood cannot be carved, and the mud cannot be supported on the wall."

"Okay, let's talk about serious business. Today I'm not asking you to educate my son." Lu Xian raised his hand and waved his hand.

Lu Zhenchi suppressed the anger in his heart, paused for a moment to calm down, and said lightly: "The old man loves you and doesn't want you to be ill again. I hope what I say will open up your heart's knot."

Lu Songtao subconsciously sat up straight and raised his ears.

Lu Zhenchi glanced at Lu Songtao and said, "The four major families you see now were not as glorious as they are decades ago. Although they each have their own backgrounds, in that special era, they were dragons.

, It's a tiger lying, and no one can resist the footsteps of history."

"It was from more than 40 years ago that with the turning of historical winds, the major families that had been dormant for decades keenly smelled the opportunity to rise again, and began to show their magical powers across the sea. After several years of competition in open and secret ways,

It's the current situation again."

"The times are like a torrent, and each era has different people at the forefront. But just double the genealogy and check the in-laws, you will find that every era does not exist in isolation, modern Chinese science and technology, literature, art,

Politics, business, and subject are all continuations of the previous era. Elites from all walks of life have traced back to the previous generation or two generations, and actually have complex relationships. It is no exaggeration to say that they are a family."

Lu Songtao listened to Lu Zhenchi's words seriously. Although he was a little shocked, he was not too surprised. He was not from an ordinary family, and his knowledge and vision were better than ordinary people.

He knew that even in this era, the real elite class was actually a continuation of the previous era. It was not that there were no civilians who were promoted, but very few, and their influence was also very small. Just study it a little

Most modern scientists, writers, artists, and politicians are actually not ordinary people. Their fathers or ancestors are actually famous people from that era, and many people have inseparable connections.

"But it is not absolute." Lu Zhenchi continued: "There will be one or two grassroots heroes who will rise up while the times change, but such families lack foundation after all, can be dazzling for a while, but they are difficult to shine for a long time. For example,

Let me say that your friend Lu Shanmin is not an ordinary mountain man, and his great-grandfather participated in the war of reshuffle of heroes."

"His great-grandfather"? Lu Songtao looked at Lu Zhenchi incredibly.

"Yes," Lu Xian took over the words and said, "In the words of you young people, it is called a counterattack of the vanguard. His great-grandfather was just a small vendor at the beginning. In that era, private sector was illegal, but his great-grandfather was a master of speculation.

Every time I can always get rid of danger, which means that a lot of wealth was accumulated at that time, which gave him the opportunity to compete. However, the small vendor structure was always limited, and no matter how smart it was, he was not qualified to compare with our families who had accumulated several generations.

Take our Lu family for example. In the Qing Dynasty, there were already people doing business abroad. In the Republic of China, there were more people abroad. Through these foreign relations, we mastered various economic means long before the times changed. Everything was ready.

It's just a east wind. As long as the east wind of the times arrives, we will fly higher and farther than others."

"The small vendor does not have such a big picture and does not have so many resources, but he has a talented son, Lu Shanmin's grandfather Lu Xun."

"His grandpa?" Lu Songtao subconsciously touched the word "kill" in his pocket. He knew that Lu Shanmin's calligraphy was taught by his grandpa.

Lu Xian looked up at the ceiling, as if he was back decades ago, "He is the most talented person I have ever met, no one. There are countless families with profound backgrounds in Tianjing. They are father and son.

We came from behind and stepped on countless people, including many big families with profound backgrounds until we could compete with us."

Lu Zhenchi continued: "Once you enter the mall, you will retreat if you don't advance, and no one can stop. Not only our Lu family, but all parties involved in this battle for the highland are the same, including the Lu family, which is a new era

At the beginning, there is a war of reshuffle."

"The biggest difference between nouveau riche and a family with background is that they believe in themselves too much and look down on others too much. Because they met gods, killed gods, and killed Buddhas, which was a bloody path that came out, and they were temporarily glorious

And achievements covered their eyes, and they believed so much that they created countless miracles that they lost themselves, thinking that they were miracles and could create miracles all the time."

"A family with background is different. The history of the rise and fall of the entire family tells us that success or failure has reincarnation, and victory or defeat is always there. Knowing how to stop when you are in place, knowing how to seek common ground while reserving differences, not overestimating ourselves or underestimating others, can make us more awake
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