Lu Xun's approach to striking up a conversation is also irresistible. The first thing he says is: "Let me see."
Everyone knows that Lu Xun is a big name, and being able to give him export guidance is something that many people can only dream of.
Jiang Shu frowned when he heard this, and blurted out something that had nothing to do with photography: "Can you speak Mandarin?"
Lu Xun couldn't laugh or cry: "My mother is from Haicheng, and I think she speaks pretty well."
It's really good, without any awkwardness or unnaturalness for beginners. It's obviously a native speaker.
Jiang Shu's eyes widened, his face slightly bulging and glowing red: "You lied to me."
Lu Xun suddenly became happy: "Oh, it's not easy, you still remember me."
Jiang Shu was silent.
When he got off the bus at his destination, Jiang Shu's palms were all sweaty, as if he had experienced a catastrophe.
The man's legs had obviously healed a long time ago. Today he was wearing a simple white T-shirt. He opened his arms and stretched hard. The sun fell on the top of his head, and the golden light danced on the black hair. He just looked at it from a distance.
It was quite a thrilling moment.
Jiang Shu took courage and glared at him fiercely.
As luck would have it, the boy just turned his head and met her slightly ferocious gaze.
Both of them were stunned.
Jiang Shu felt that even if a big crack suddenly opened in the ground, she would not have the nerve to jump down.
Jiang Shu got along with Lu Xun for a week by accident.
The place they went to was called Cangshan Mountain, and the environment in the mountainous area was very harsh. What they needed help with was a primary school, located halfway up the mountain. Children had to walk several miles to go to school every day, and they had to leave as soon as it got dark. The school was also very simple.
, black tiles and yellow walls, perhaps because of its long history, the plaster on the walls has peeled off a lot, making it look particularly bleak.
In the small classroom, Lu Xun was giving lectures with a lively expression. When facing the little faces in the audience who were eager for knowledge, Jiang Shu felt that his eyes were sparkling.
Lu Xun has traveled around with his cousin since he was a child. He is well-informed and his lectures are even more fascinating.
Such a serious and focused big boy spoke softly and softly, and his impetuous appearance faded away, making Jiang Shu feel a little different in his heart.
But the eldest young master is still the eldest young master after all, and he is not used to eating whole grains. Fortunately, Jiang Shu has a lot of thoughts and changes his ways to cook for everyone every day. Lu Xun's portion is always indescribably exquisite.
Jiang Shu pondered for a long time before he dared to say to Lu Xun: "Do you think they will care if we write a proposal to the superiors?"
Lu Xun lowered his head slightly, and could see the halo of sunlight falling on her face through the gaps in the leaves. Looking closer, the tiny hairs on her face were clearly visible. Lu Xun's heart moved, but he said casually: "Then
Just write it and I'll do the rest for you."
"Really?"
"real."
The golden sun disappeared little by little on the top of the mountain, and a few rays of sunset light made the large flower buds white, dyed with golden afterglow, giving them a quiet beauty.
Jiang Shu looked at the man in white clothes and black trousers next to him, his eyes briefly blank.
After returning to school, Lu Xun handled things so neatly for the first time. He first wrote a proposal and handed it to his superiors, and then raised funds in the school, which aroused an enthusiastic response.
None of this was easy, and for Lu Xun, it wasn't worth doing personally, but he did it and did it beautifully.
"Jiang Shu, I am a person who doesn't do good deeds and has a bad temper. I won't change much in the future. It's very bad. Are you still willing to be with me like this?" At the celebration banquet, Lu Xun hugged him deeply.