Chapter 308 Strange Feelings
Before Cheng Lu could react, Qi Liancheng knocked Cheng Lu to the ground, and the two of them rolled together.

The chandelier on the ceiling suddenly fell down and hit the place where Cheng Lu had just stood.

Cheng Lu's heartbeat at this moment was about to jump out of his chest. He didn't know whether it was because of his crush on Qi Liancheng or the fear of surviving the disaster.

"Are you okay?" Qi Liancheng held Cheng Lu's arms with both hands and observed him carefully.

Cheng Lu shook her head. She was not disgusted by Qi Liancheng's touch at all. She even felt a little... happy.

Qi Liancheng looked at Cheng Lu with hot cheeks and felt dazed for a moment. He mistook Cheng Lu for Li Luo again, but he didn't dare let Cheng Lu know that he was looking at someone else through her.

If Li Luo was also so well-behaved... Thinking of this in his heart, Qi Liancheng couldn't help but sigh.

"What's wrong, Brother Qi?" Cheng Lu tilted his head and asked innocently.

This time, Qi Liancheng lost his mind again. Was she really not Li Luo? Then Qi Liancheng patted his cheek again. Why did he think of Li Luo again?
It was obvious that he and Li Luo no longer had any relationship.

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hospital.

"Dad, I'm fine now." Ling Xiaoguang was helpless. Obviously he was able to get out of bed now, but Ling Zhuoqun still asked Ling Xiaoguang to rest in the hospital for two more days.

These two days, Ling Xiaoguang lay in bed, watching Ling Xiaolei jumping on the ground, and he was extremely envious.

"Brother and dad, look, I got a little red flower when I went to school today!" Ling Xiaolei put a little red flower on his forehead like a magician and showed it to Ling Xiaoguang.

"How come I didn't know? When did I get the red flowers?" Ling Xiaoguang felt so proud when he saw Ling Xiaolei's satisfied and somewhat boastful expression.

"Hey, I'm the only one in the class who got this little red flower! Teacher Ansheng said that my composition was great, so she gave me a little red flower as a reward."

"Composition? When did you suddenly become smart enough to write a composition?" Ling Xiaoguang didn't mean to laugh at him. He was just confused. His younger brother obviously hated writing compositions the most on weekdays, so how come he got a red flower for his composition today?
"Brother, you are judging people through a crack in the door and you look down on me." Ling Xiaolei curled his lips, very dissatisfied with Ling Xiaoguang's questioning of him.

"Then tell me, what is the composition you wrote?"

"What I wrote is..." Ling Xiaolei was unable to speak at this time: "Anyway, I write well, you are just jealous of me, so you think I can't write well."

Seeing Ling Xiaolei hesitating, Ling Xiaoguang became even more worried. Was he afraid that his younger brother had used some improper means?

"Huh, mom praised me today, brother, you don't even believe me."

Ling Xiaoguang was somewhat amused: Does he not believe him? He just wanted to ask him what he wrote, but he didn't dare to say it, how could he convince others?
Seeing that Ling Xiaolei's face turned red but he still didn't reveal the content of his composition, Ling Xiaoguang could only give up for the time being.

"Hey, what is this? Xiaomao, why don't you even zip up your schoolbag?" Ling Zhuoqun picked up the notebook with Ling Xiaolei's name on it on the ground.

He flipped through it casually, but was stopped by Ling Xiaolei.

"Essay title: My mother."

"My mother is a beautiful woman. She always wears fragrant clothes and has thick and long braids. She is pleasing to the eye. But when my brother and I saw her for the first time, we didn't like her. At that time, we didn't call her mother..." "Dad, don't, don't read." Ling Xiaolei hurriedly tried to grab his composition book, his little face turning red.

Ling Zhuoqun smiled and handed the notebook back to Ling Xiaolei: "Is this the essay that won you the red flower?"

Ling Xiaolei blushed and nodded: "Although I may not be good at writing other essays, I don't know why when I write about my mother, the image that suddenly appears in my mind is my mother's appearance."

"It was mom who integrated into our lives little by little, took care of our daily life, and took us to explore nature, so that we could be carefree children. We didn't have to worry about grades, nor were we forced to study."

"It is because of my mother that I can make myself a better person step by step. So the little red flower on my forehead also belongs to my mother." Ling Xiaolei said from the bottom of his heart.

This time, even Ling Xiaoguang was a little stunned. He thought that the composition written by his younger brother was nothing but a diary. He didn't expect that his younger brother, who usually kept a low profile, actually had such insights into life.

"I want to give this gift to my mother." Ling Xiaolei put his composition book into his schoolbag and said to himself.

Although he was embarrassed to let his father and brother see it, these were indeed what he wanted to say to his mother. No matter how many thanks he said, it was not enough for Ling Xiaolei. Even the little red flower on his forehead could be given to Li Luo.

Ling Zhuoqun and Ling Xiaoguang looked at each other. They didn't expect that Ling Xiaolei had such a side.

Ling Xiaolei used to be heartless and didn't know how to write an essay. But now, not only can he get red flowers, he even refused to show his essay to them and only showed it to Li Luo, as if they had been excluded by Ling Xiaolei.

This made the two of them feel a little amused and helpless.

"Mom, Yaya!" Ling Xiaolei saw a familiar figure and hurriedly ran forward.

"This is the food I bring to you. Come on, eat it while it's hot." Li Luo handed the lunch box to Ling Zhuoqun, and then his eyes fell on Ling Xiaolei.

"Huh? Xiaomao, what is this? It's so beautiful." Li Luo noticed the little red flower on Ling Xiaolei's head at a glance.

"Mom, I know, it's Xiaohuahua!" Yaya pointed at the little red flower on Ling Xiaolei's head.

Li Luo smiled and said, "What kind of reward is this little red flower?"

Unexpectedly, Ling Xiaolei, who had been clamoring to show his composition to Li Luo, did not dare to take out the composition book at this time. It was too embarrassing to take out the composition book and show it to others in public.

"Mom, it's Xiaomao's composition that was praised by the teacher and he was awarded a red flower as a reward." Seeing that Ling Xiaolei was too embarrassed to speak, Ling Xiaoguang came to Ling Xiaolei's rescue.

"Is that so?" Li Luo bent down, and her beautiful eyes met Ling Xiaolei's.

Ling Xiaolei nodded heavily.

"Can you let me see Xiao Mao's composition?" Li Luo looked into Ling Xiaolei's eyes with a smile on her face, like a spring breeze blowing through Ling Xiaolei's heart.

"Yes, I can." Ling Xiaolei swallowed and stuttered a little. His mother wanted to read his composition, but he couldn't refuse at all!

"Then wait until you get home, Xiao Mao, show it to mom."