I make a thriller, it's God chasing and feeding

Chapter 409 [You are wrong]

"If you stay content with the present and let others handle things, after a while of recuperation, maybe you won't have to do such tedious makeup anymore."

A few more days passed, and after Lu Zhengyi sent An An to school, he drove his wife to work.

Ever since her car broke down, he has been doing the pick-up and drop-off work.

As for the new car, some necessary modifications are still being carried out.

"After all, he is the president of a group."

As he drove, he said helplessly, "In fact, you can take some time to go to a beauty salon occasionally. There are many medical beauty methods nowadays that can completely prevent people from looking old."

"Those things are a waste of time." Zhang Xueming paused, her tone a little stiff, "Why did you persuade me to do medical beauty? Is it because..."

“Because you care about these things.”

Lu Zhengyi didn’t give her a chance to misunderstand, “Logically speaking, given our family’s situation, you should be in better condition.”

People in their families who have some foundation may get sick or have accidents in their forties or fifties.

But in terms of appearance, there are generally no particularly obvious signs of aging.

Maintenance, health preservation, medical beauty...all kinds of means, although expensive, are indeed effective. If you are willing to pay, the word "ageless face" can be achieved.

Zhang Xueming, of course, has such confidence.

But she doesn't have time. Whether it is so-called maintenance, health preservation, or medical beauty, in addition to money, it requires patience and time.

A hand treatment takes six hours, from hands to nails. Professionals will do their best to make the customer's hands look as young and tender as they did in their teens.

In addition, let alone foot care, legs, back...

Facial care is the most troublesome and takes months.

After undergoing some medical beauty procedures, it is essential not to stay out of the sun for a month. In addition, you also have to take various medications every day.

Zhang Xueming has patience, but she doesn't have time.

But she could have time.

Zhang Xueming didn't say anything.

Although my husband is very capable, just like the car accident a few days ago, a normal person would have a lot of emotions in that situation.

He angrily scolded the driver for driving, questioned the person responsible for road safety, and expressed his joy at being able to survive...

That's a matter of life and death.

But he just brushed off the dust, as if there was some dirt accidentally dropped on his clothes, and then didn't show any reaction anymore.

But the husband is not omnipotent, and he may be helpless when faced with some things.

Other than that, he can't read minds.

"Then I'll go up first." Zhang Xueming got out of the car when they arrived at the company. "I may be late tonight. I'll send you a message then."

"it is good."

Lu Zhengyi waved his hand, started the car and left.

Zhang Xueming walked towards the company, but the first step she took when she arrived at the office was not to start working.

Instead, start removing your makeup.

Yes, remove makeup.

After wiping her cheeks with makeup remover and cotton pads, Zhang Xueming looked at her face in the mirror and did not feel sad.

Instead, she carefully removed all unnecessary decorations to reveal the blemishes and wrinkles on her face.

She actually doesn't care that much about appearance.

At least at work.

Having an old look is actually a good thing for work. Although she is good-looking, her good looks can sometimes make her easily looked down upon in the business world.

On the contrary, if you have an old look on your face, you can clearly tell others that your seniority is clear.

In terms of first impression, at least people will have a certain degree of respect for you because of your age, and then they will use their work ability to improve their impression.

So Zhang Xueming actually does not reject aging.

What she rejects is aging in front of the person she loves.

What makes it even more difficult for her to adapt is that her husband will not grow old.

After tidying herself up, Zhang Xueming couldn't help but lift up her clothes and smell her own scent.

She could smell nothing except perfume.

It is difficult for people to smell what kind of smell they have on their body, such as milk, body odor, oil, body odor, or even... the smell of old age, but others can easily smell it.

'If I have a bad smell on me, can he smell it?'

'Of course he can. He is not an ordinary person. His sense of smell must be very sensitive.'

"I've been eating vegetarian food lately. I heard that eating vegetarian food will make your body smell less easily."

Zhang Xueming thought to herself.

In fact, they have discussed this issue before.

But the mentality of myself when I was in my twenties was completely different from my mentality of myself now when I am forty years old.

……

"Director Lu, I remember you once said that there are no immortals in this world, right?"

Although he had stopped working, perhaps because of his large social circle, someone would come to see Lu Zhengyi every once in a while, and this time it was Zhou Jie.

"To be precise, the immortal that people think of does not exist." Lu Zhengyi replied casually, "An immortal that lives as long as the sky, is omnipotent, and is free and unfettered, does not exist."

"No, I think you're wrong."

This time, Zhou Jie talked to him not in a bottom-up manner as usual.

There was an excitement on her face that she could not hide.

"I think you're wrong."

"The immortals exist. I feel them. I can feel them."

"There are immortals in this world, and... a lot of them. Very, very many."

She talks a little crazy.

What do you mean, a lot?
Lu Zhengyi was a little confused. This guy... wouldn't he be crazy because he was too persistent?

"Does the Taoist priest know about this?"

He asked hesitantly, after the filming of Tomie was completed, Zhou Jie officially retired from the entertainment industry and seemed to have joined the department of Taoist Guanshan.

But when we met some time ago, she was more like a disciple of a Taoist temple, studying in Qingniu Temple.

Could it be that she had read too many classics and thought too much, so...

"He knows. Of course he knows."

Zhou Jie was a little bit mysterious. "I told him, and he believed it. He said that if we talked about it in that kind of setting, he would believe it. This is what he was cultivating."

"Double pupils, right?"

Lu Zhengyi nodded, "So...that's what you came to tell me today?"

Going on purpose to refute his previous point of view?

"No, no, of course not."

Zhou Jie shook her head vigorously and looked around. "I want to ask you, can you feel it? How should I communicate with these gods? How should I communicate with them?"

"They kept looking at me, they seemed to want to talk, they..."

"everywhere."

Really like a madman.

She looked here and there, mumbling something, as if she was really having a conversation with something.

But Lu Zhengyi looked at her thoughtfully.

"Can?"

Suddenly, Zhou Jie turned her head and looked at him straight, "Can you feel it?"

"Not now." Lu Zhengyi thought for a moment, "But I don't recommend you take this path. If you do, you will no longer be yourself."

He roughly knew what Zhou Jie was referring to.

Once, Taoist Master Guanshan or Liang Le mentioned something similar. Another way to interpret the immortal.

It is not just a fantasy in people's minds, but a more realistic level of expression.

"Can not do it now……"

Zhou Jie, who was originally very excited, murmured these words.

"I'm not myself anymore."

"Are they still them then?"

"Yes, they are not themselves anymore. They don't talk to me anymore. I can feel them, but I can't communicate with them, so..."

She stood up in a trance, completely absorbed in the moment.

The whole person walked out of the house unconsciously.

"I'm going back first, Director Lu."

But she still didn't forget to say goodbye to Lu Zhengyi.

Only after she left did her mother come down from upstairs hesitantly.

"Ms. Zhou, are you okay?" she asked doubtfully. "I saw her leaving from upstairs. I wonder if something happened to her. Otherwise, you can see her off."

If he were to walk down the street in a dazed state, he would be harming others and himself.

"Is everything okay... right?"

Lu Zhengyi hesitated and was about to ask Ayong to help watch over it.

But if you think about it carefully, Ayong went to the United States to watch others filming.

"Forget it, I'll go see her off." Lu Zhengyi picked up the car keys, "It's almost time, after I drop her off, I'll pick up An An from school."

……

Although Zhou Jie lives in Qingniu Temple, she also has a house in Beidu.

After sending her home, Lu Zhengyi drove to the gate of An An's school.

Normally, he can get closer because he rides a motorcycle.

But today, if you drive a car further away, there are no parking spaces, so you can only walk closer.

When we arrived at the school gate, students from grades one and two had already walked out of the school one after another, led by their teachers.

When he arrived at the place where he usually agreed to meet An An, Lu Zhengyi could see that many people were watching him secretly, eager to come forward to take photos or ask for his autograph.

Even though we have been parents and have been picking up and dropping off our children for a while, their reactions are the same every day.

But that was all; they didn’t dare to get closer, nor could they get closer.

Soon, Lu Zhengyi saw his son's team coming out.

But now he doesn't shout "Dad" and rush over to him as he did when he was in kindergarten.

He saw me from afar, nodded slightly, indicating that he knew, and then ignored me as his father.

What, are there any activities today?

Lu Zhengyi looked around, somewhat puzzled.

Many parents nearby, after their children came out, came up to chat with the teachers in charge, as if... Oh, the midterm exam, this is indeed a big day for first-grade students.

"The monitor is different."

He looked at his son in the distance helplessly, muttering softly, "You have such a heavy idol burden."

My son was standing next to the teacher. He had an armband on his school uniform that other students didn't have. He was talking to his classmates. From time to time, parents came up to him, and he followed the teacher to greet the parents of these students.

No, does the current squad leader have to do this?
Or are private schools special?

Lu Zhengyi was a little puzzled, but the parents of those children also gave face to their children, or in other words, gave face to themselves.

After talking to the teacher, they usually pat their children on the shoulders, and then say something to An An, the class monitor. Judging from their body movements and expressions, it seems that they are saying something like "You have great potential, your child should learn more from the class monitor."

Before leaving, they would nod towards me.

You're already starting to develop social skills at such a young age.

Seeing that most of the people over there had left, Lu Zhengyi also moved over.

"Ah, Mr. Lu."

When An An's head teacher saw him, he quickly greeted him.

Lu Zhengyi nodded politely, "Teacher, our An An didn't cause any trouble in school, did he?"

He imitated the tone of voice that other parents used to use when they were in school and asked questions to the teacher, and spoke along with the teacher.

"Causing trouble? No, no, no, An An is very sensible." The head teacher quickly waved his hands, "He helped me a lot, just like a little adult, and relieved a lot of burdens for us teachers."

"You are so good boy?"

Lu Zhengyi touched his head with amusement, "Then you will wash the dishes tonight?"

"Row."

In front of outsiders, Lu Yongan was very serious and imposing, and agreed directly.

Seeing how obedient he was, Lu Zhengyi couldn't help but say, "Otherwise, mop the floor as well."

"……Row."

Lu Yongan hesitated a little, but after looking at the head teacher and several classmates behind him, he agreed.

"Oh, and there's food. For dinner..."

Lu Zhengyi was about to say something else.

"Dad, it's time to go."

Lu Yongan pulled his arm and walked directly to the side, “Goodbye, teacher.”

But he still politely said goodbye to his head teacher and nodded to several other classmates.

However, before they could take a few steps, another pair of parents came forward. What was rare was that a boy and a girl were picked up by their parents together.

"It turns out her parents have a very good relationship."

Lu Yongan muttered as he walked, "It looks like the family atmosphere is quite warm."

"What did you say?"

Lu Zhengyi looked at him in confusion as the two of them were walking along the sidewalk towards the parking lot.

"nothing."

As Lu Yongan spoke, he turned his head and looked towards his class.

Just then, he met the gaze of a girl who was looking at him. He was stunned for a moment, but then he nodded at her calmly and turned around.

"Is that the girl you were talking about who doesn't like boys?"

Lu Zhengyi saw his son's little movements clearly, and recalled the girl who had been staring at him in the team just now, "She is really pretty."

She is white and looks a little arrogant, like a little princess.

"maybe."

But this time, Lu Yongan changed his story.

"What do you mean?"

Lu Zhengyi asked doubtfully.

"It's not necessarily that she doesn't like boys."

As Lu Yongan was speaking, he couldn't help but look back, but the other person had already left with his parents.

Lu Zhengyi looked at him and a meaningful smile appeared on his face again.

Although at this moment, my son does not have such a deep understanding of what it means to like someone.

Maybe it was just because of the way he and Zhang Xueming got along that made him want to find someone he liked, to study together, to play together, and to make progress together.

But age has not affected his aesthetic judgment.

Compared to some other considerations, what he cares about is probably only... whether it looks good or not, or whether it is pleasing to the eye.

But it was only half a semester. After the final exams, during the summer vacation, when his son showed up at home with this female classmate, Lu Zhengyi felt helpless.

"Hello uncle, my name is Chu Zhi."

(End of this chapter)