Feng Yuhou opened the video conference for Mr. Lu at the door of the study. He inadvertently raised his head and noticed his tight cuffs, and his body subconsciously tensed up.
Mr. Lu——
Shen Guangyao placed the documents one by one.
Shuguang Consortium spans multiple industries including ports, transportation, weapons, and medicine, annexing, compatibility, and means——
Feng Yu was a little uneasy. Today was Shuguang's monthly internal business meeting, and it was also the time when Mr. Lu was in the worst shape of the month.
Shen Guangyao poked Feng Yu: What's wrong?
fine.
Mr. Lu was sitting alone on the chair. Although he was looking at the documents, Mr. Lu seemed absent-minded when holding such a workload in his hands. Existence is an empty thing, and so is perception, especially Mr. Lu.
In such dense memories, Mr. Lu still had time to pour himself a cup of tea. It seemed that everything that was envied by countless people had nothing to do with him. Power, status, honor, and pride were all incompatible with Mr. Lu's interest.
Every industry and every person here is like the tentacles Mr. Lu stretches out, like his spreading roots, and the path he asks himself countless times when he is confused.
It reminded him again and again of the first time he met Mr. Lu. He was not as tall as an adult, but he looked like he had just crawled out of hell. He was in ragged clothes and bloody. Looking at his hungry self, he stretched out his rotten arms and looked at his face. Ask yourself expressionlessly if you want to eat or not!
In recent years, Mr. Lu's mental state has become much normal. For more than ten years, every time he thought Mr. Lu would collapse, he stood up again. He did not even have the split personality that most doctors predicted. Recently, he even found a doctor for himself. My girlfriend went to school and is such a normal person.
But Mr. Lu, who regarded this day as an anniversary and celebrated it once a month, still made him anxious.
Feng Yu was a little anxious. Mr. Lu seemed to be fine, but that didn't mean that Mr. Lu was really fine. Maybe one day Mr. Lu would leave him and never come back, just like the feeling he had when they first met.
…
Lu Zhiyuan looked at the rain outside the window quietly, sighed, then got up and walked through the quiet hall and left the study, thinking that she should be busy at this time.
Feng Yu didn't feel relieved. Mr. Lu was a little different today.
Shen Guangyao came over and patted his brother on the shoulder regardless of any previous resentment: "You are under too much pressure after all these years."
Feng Yu took his hand away: "I know." Every time he thought something would happen to Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu would appear in front of them again as if nothing had happened.
Mr. Lu does not need any help from these people, but they want to live through him.
…
Between the teaching buildings, Gu Cici was busy in a circle and rubbed his hands subconsciously. When he found that they were not cold, he felt complicated for a moment.
No matter what Lu Zhiyuan did to her in the past, he put great care into this dress.
Gu Cici took a deep breath, delivered the last takeaway, casually took a piece of paper and a pen, quickly drew a picture, found the right angle, took a photo, and posted it on WeChat Moments.
[I want to declare loudly to the whole world - I love you.] The accompanying picture is the back of Lu Zhiyuan holding an umbrella on a rainy night.
The artistic conception is profound and the male color is like ink.
Zhou Xiaolan was the first to like it, and Li Wenqiong was the second.
…
Lu Zhiyuan suddenly stopped.
Feng Yu's heart tightened.
Lu Zhiyuan's expression slowly softened as he looked at the picture. The rendering techniques of traditional Chinese painting were elegant and beautiful. A few strokes rendered a boy with a leisurely mood. He looked so vivid.
Lu Zhiyuan clicked save and gave her a solemn thumbs up.
After Feng Yu watched the car drive away, he immediately opened his phone.
Gu Cici made a cold snort.
Lu Zhiyuan asked a question.
Gu Ci: [Last night! Not only did I not argue with you, I also let you enjoy the beautiful photos drawn by your girlfriend. You were so moved that you cried bitterly]
If it’s not enough, you can speak louder and more times: [Well, I’m touched]
[Perfunctory] Gu CiCi took another selfie wearing a thin down jacket and sent it to Lu Zhiyuan. She wore it, thank you.
Lu Zhiyuan rubbed her face little by little with his fingertips... She was fascinated, at ease, and in a happy mood, although she was a little clingy.
Lu Zhiyuan leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes, suddenly wanting to take a rest.
On the other side, Feng Yu looked at this picture with a hint of surprise. This is... Mr. Lu? The blurred back and rough outline of the image give the illusion that the person in the painting is as warm as spring, full of vigor, bright and vivid. .
Mr. Lu?
Feng Yu gave it a thumbs up.
Shen Guangyao also liked it when he saw it. Mr. Lu’s girlfriend flattered him and they took pictures together.
Because of the participation of these people, Gu Cici’s circle of friends has received many polite compliments from former ‘customers’.
Gu CiCi endured Feng Yu and Shen Guangyao's impatience when she appeared in her circle of friends, and put her phone in her pocket.
Ji Yunxuan looked at the phone and hesitated again and again, without giving her a like without grace. He turned around and opened the door of the student union's piano room, playing one song after another without knowing what he wanted to express.
The person who had arrangements in the morning opened the door of the piano room sheepishly, with an awkward expression, and the music... was a bit sad.
Ji Yunxuan retracted his hand, silently closed the piano cover, and said in a gentle voice: "I just tuned it."
So this is it: "Thank you, senior, thank you, senior." This piano has been abandoned for more than a year.
Ji Yunxuan stood up and went out, looking bitter.
She is very outstanding, with a dazzling brilliance that is engraved in her soul. She walked from the school gate into the vast floating world, and she was absolutely beautiful.
It's not that he's not eager, he always feels that he's not prepared enough...
…
"Your new clothes are very nice."
"Where did you buy it? I'll buy one too."
"It's from Lu Zhiyuan."
There was a moment of silence.
Li Wenqiong saw the fearlessness of Gu CiCi for the first time. She never thought that others might think this sentence... GuCiCi is indeed GuCiCi.
A smile appeared on Gu CiCi's lips, "Should I ask him for a link?"
Shi Sinian clenched the paintbrush and the button in her hand. She knew the price but did not return it to Lu Zhiyuan. It was hundreds of thousands, not tens of thousands. She was just greedy for money. Under such material influence, she would only get worse and worse. bad!
Meng Qingxue put down her cell phone in frustration.
Gu Cici was not as harmless and innocent as he appeared! They were all deceived by the first impression. After that day, Ke'er looked for Gu Cici countless times. Gu Cici would not give in at all, no matter what Ke'er asked. , she didn’t even help.
If he really came from a small place, how could he be so cruel and cruel! His heart is as hard as stone.
What's more, people who would never post on WeChat Moments except selling things would post Lu Zhiyuan again and again. It's not vanity, it's nothing! Even now, she is deliberately showing off and deliberately bringing Lu Zhiyuan along. Otherwise, given her status, how could she have the nerve to publicize this matter in a high-profile manner? !
Lu Zhiyuan couldn't see such an expression of a villain's success!
"Gu CiCi is too polite, no, no, Lu Zhiyuan has really good taste. This dress is really nice and suits you."
"That's right, that's right, God Lu is so kind and considerate to you."
"Yeah yeah."
"No way, it's just that the temperature dropped suddenly yesterday, so I just wore it casually."