Chapter 231: Lucheng Evening News sparks discussion

Liu Yang?

Is it the boy with the lip piercing? One of the school team members, in Lu Yuanqiu's impression, he has always been Zhang Yifei's little follower.

If Zhang Yifei hadn't done these things...

Lu Yuanqiu looked at the sixteen-year-old boy who was 1.9 meters tall standing in front of him, and suddenly remembered that he was only two years old when his father did that.

"The dance costumes have been returned to me. I remember that you performed very well at the party that day, so there shouldn't be any damage... If you don't have anything else to ask, I'll leave."

Lu Yuanqiu spoke again from behind him: "In your heart, what kind of person is your father Zhang Zhisheng?"

Hearing this, Zhang Yifei turned around in confusion.

Considering that Lu Yuanqiu was a descendant of the Lu family, he immediately understood the starting point of this issue. Taking into account his girlfriend Liu Jianqing's matter, Zhang Yifei was ready to show some sincerity on this issue.

He answered honestly: "I have met him only a few times since I was a child. If you want to hear a useful answer from me, I can tell you responsibly that he is a person who is difficult to guess his thoughts."

After he said that, he glanced at Lu Yuanqiu, nodded slightly, then turned and left.

Lu Yuanqiu looked at the man's back, and he had to say that his opinion of Zhang Yifei had changed a little.

But there is one thing he can be sure of, that is, Zhang Yifei is definitely a love-brained person.

Bai Qingxia picked up her dance costume and examined it carefully. Seeing that it was not damaged or stained, she smiled happily and said to Lu Yuanqiu in a light tone, "The dance costume is back!"

Lu Yuanqiu pinched her face: "But the swans never disappeared."

Seeing the girl staring at him blankly, Lu Yuanqiu smiled and said, "Even the toad you kicked away knew who to approach."

Bai Qingxia was amused.

……

2 p.m.

Lu Group Head Office.

Uncle Lu Cheng placed a newspaper on his second uncle's desk and pointed at the boy in the picture.

Lu Xingzhou picked up the newspaper: "Who is it?"

"Your nephew." Lu Cheng said with a smile on his face.

Lu Xingzhou held the newspaper far away, squinted his presbyopic eyes and looked at it, then suddenly smiled and said, "This guy is on the newspaper? Huh? Why does the girl next to him look familiar?"

Lu Cheng: "It's the daughter of the Bai family."

"Oh yes, it's her." Lu Xingzhou nodded, picked up the reading glasses next to him and put them on, then began to read the article carefully.

After reading it once, a conversation from a very long time ago, which had gone through many vicissitudes of life, inexplicably emerged in his memory.

——Brother, the sister-in-law you said you were going to marry...is it her?
——Yes, do you know him?
——Oh, we went to the same school and met her a few times. She was one grade older than me. She...she loved to laugh. Everyone liked her and loved to talk to her.

……

Thinking of this conversation that was still fresh in his memory after decades, Lu Xingzhou put the newspaper aside.

He took a deep breath, took off his glasses and wiped them carefully with the glasses cloth beside him, and said, "Take the newspaper away." Seeing this, Lu Cheng was a little confused: "Second uncle, your nephew is in the newspaper, don't you keep a copy of this newspaper?"

Lu Xingzhou waved his hand and said, "It's published. It's a whole article that deceives people into empathy. It's flashy and superficial. The minds of those who wrote the news are getting more and more deviant. It's just a New Year's Eve party. What's the point of talking about youth and regrets? It's all meaningless."

Lu Cheng swallowed. He was just about to say that this was Lu Yuanqiu's suggestion, but now it seems that it is not necessary.

Alas, this second uncle in the family has a stubborn and weird temper. Lu Cheng feels more and more that it is normal that the younger generations don’t like him.

He walked out of the office taking the newspaper.

Lu Xingzhou sat alone in a chair. He stared at the air in front of him, then turned his head to look at Lucheng outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

The old man, who was nearly seventy years old, let out a long sigh. The feeling of loneliness that he had never cared about in the past now came over him like a tide.

Maybe I shouldn't have such high standards when I was young, I could just find someone to marry, and I wouldn't be thinking about these messy childhood memories now...

After 2pm.

This newspaper was circulated to every office in Lucheng No. 7 Middle School, and even the principal's office specially sent someone to deliver a copy.

Liu Wei, who was in the office next to Class 28 of Grade , naturally also received a copy. Looking at her school and her students in the newspaper, she felt a sense of pride in her heart.

"Look, Mr. Liu's mouth has been raised since he got the newspaper."

A teacher in the office pointed at Liu Wei jokingly, and Liu Wei raised her hand in embarrassment: "Go away, go away!"

Su Miaomiao also smiled when she saw this scene. She put the newspaper aside, turned on the computer and went to the official website of Lucheng Evening News.

There are several recently released videos.

Su Miaomiao dragged the mouse and found the one she wanted to watch. After clicking on the video, the beginning was the scene of her pulling Zheng Yifeng back to the piano.

The woman's eyes softened, and when she heard the sound of the piano, she silently raised her arms in front of her, crossed her slender white fingers and gently rested them on her chin.

After watching the video in its entirety, Su Miaomiao couldn't help but smile and murmured, "...It was the farewell performance at No. 7 Middle School."

At this time, her eyes were focused on the screen again. At the end of the video, she and Zheng Yifeng walked down the stairs after leaving the show.

Su Miaomiao saw herself walking down the stairs. She was concentrating on holding up the hem of her skirt, but she didn't notice that there was an arm across her back. The arm was not close to her body, but was suspended in the air at a certain distance from her body, as if it was afraid that she would fall down when she walked down the stairs...

After the video ended, Su Miaomiao fell into deep thought. She moved the mouse and clicked exit.

When Lu Yuanqiu returned home that night, he also logged onto the official website of Lucheng Evening News. Just now, Qin Luo sent him a message about the sales of the evening newspaper, saying that it was far ahead of several other newspapers of the same period. He also said that Editor-in-Chief Hu was very happy and would make him a regular employee ahead of schedule.

Qin Luo then sent a series of messages to express his gratitude, and his enthusiasm made Lu Yuanqiu a little unsure of how to respond.

He then clicked on the performance video of himself and Bai Qingxia, and found that the comments below had skyrocketed, with the most comments and reposts of all the videos.

Many people do not have the habit of logging into the evening paper's official website. After all, no one would open their computer just to read the news. But this time it seems that many people took the initiative to log into the evening paper's official website after reading the newspaper.

Lu Yuanqiu slid the mouse and saw that many people in the comment section were talking about their school experiences, and many people were asking which class the girl in the video was from in No. 7 Middle School and what her name was.

Some people responded to Bai Qingxia's message in the comment section, but they were all deleted by the staff. This was also what Lu Yuanqiu had specifically instructed, that personal information should not be exposed on public platforms.

(End of this chapter)

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