Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

High-speed rail station, parking lot. Fiction.

Taking out the trunk from the trunk, Lu Zhou looked back at Wang Peng.

"Just send me here."

"Okay." Wang Peng replied in a very clear voice, turned and opened the door. There was nothing to say about the standard action, and there was no military salute.

Seeing him sitting in the car, Lu Zhou suddenly remembered something and said.

"Wait."

Just preparing to get into the driver's seat, Wang Peng got out of the car again: "Anything else?"

Lu Zhou coughed softly and said, "Wait a while ... you won't drive to Jiangling?"

Wang Peng nodded, and took it for granted: "Of course, the chief commanded me to ensure that your travel is convenient and safe."

really!

Fortunately, I asked a question!

Lu Zhou immediately advised: "It is going to be the New Year, the people of the whole country will be on holiday, you go home to the New Year, so don't follow me."

Wang Peng smiled heartily and said, "You don't have to be so polite. The nature of my work is like this, but I can't pass this year!"

Lu Zhou was anxious: "How can this work!"

Wang Peng said with a smile, "You're welcome."

Lu Zhou: "No, no, no, this is not a problem. You still listen to me. I honestly go back to my home to celebrate the Chinese New Year. I do n’t have a car for this New Year. You have to add double chopsticks when you go to my home ,and……"

Wang Peng froze: "And?"

Lu Zhou coughed softly: "My dad kept thinking that I was looking for an object. I suddenly took someone home this year ... I'm afraid my family might misunderstand."

Wang Peng: "..."

...

In the end, Lu Zhou persuaded Wang Peng to let him go back to Beijing to celebrate the Chinese New Year.

No matter how important work is, this year is still worth it.

After boarding the high-speed rail, all the way to the east, and soon to the ancient city of Jiangling.

Breathing the familiar air of the hometown, the heart-bound Lu Zhou didn't want to stop for a moment. After stopping a car at the station door, he went straight to the door.

When he stood at the door of the house with a big bag and rang the doorbell, he soon heard the sound of flip-flops running on the floor from the back of the door.

The door yanked open and saw Lu Zhou appearing at the door, Xiao Tong's eyes widened in surprise.

"Wow, brother, why did you buy so many things?"

"Some were bought by others, some were bought in duty-free shops at the airport. Your gift is in the suitcase, old rules, drag yourself in to find it ..." Lu Zhou, who threw large bags on the ground, exhaled, At this moment, he suddenly noticed that Xiao Tong had been tentatively looking behind him, and asked strangely, "What are you looking for?"

Xiao Tong sighed heavily, taking her eyes off the stairs.

"Hey, brother, if you go on like this, I will feel heartache ... hey!"

Knocking on Xiao Tong's forehead, looking at the little girl squatting with her head exaggerated, Lu Zhou retracted her right hand without a word.

"Say it with me, make way!"

After throwing the suitcase to Xiaotong, Lu Zhou passed through the living room and headed straight for the kitchen.

Looking at the son who suddenly appeared at the door of the kitchen, Fang Mei, who was holding a kitchen knife in his right hand, stunned, and even the catfish pressed on the chopping board slipped back into the basin.

Looking at his mother who hadn't seen him for a long time, Lu Zhou suddenly had a sore nose.

Taking a deep breath, a smile spread across his face.

"Mom, I'm back!"

"Come back, come back!" Looking back, looking at his son who suddenly came home, Fang Mei couldn't help himself. "You child, don't make a phone call in advance, I didn't prepare anything good." "

Forefinger pinched his nose, Lu Zhou said with a smile: "I'm not here to surprise you."

"What a surprise, heart disease is almost scared by you!" Fang Mei gave her son a white look, stretched his hand back to the pool, and caught the slippery catfish. "You go to the living room to rest first, mother gives You burn fish. "

After all, the kitchen knife in his hand fell from the knife and chopped the fish head cleanly.

After passing the first day, I couldn't escape the fifteenth after all. The dishonest catfish's tail fluttered a few times before lying on the chopping board and no longer moving.

At half past five, Lao Lu, who was off work, returned home slowly.

When he looked at his son sitting on the sofa, Lao's reaction was not much more restrained than Fang Mei's, and he was so happy that he could reach the corner of his ear, pulled the landing boat and asked Dong Wenxi a lot.

Finally noticed the tea leaves on the coffee table, Lao Lu couldn't help but stop talking.

"You brought so much tea back, and there is still a bunch of unfinished at home."

Lu Zhou gave his father a strange look: "Dad, are you finally willing to buy tea?"

Lao Lu waved his hand: "Thanks to your own purchase, the labor insurance issued by the unit."

Hearing this, Lu Zhou's expression was even stranger: "When did your unit become so rich?"

When it comes to this, Lao Lu could not help but smile.

"That ’s a long story. Did n’t I have been assigned to a logistic position by the leader some time ago? The benefits are much better than before. Anyway, I do n’t need to worry about it at home anymore. When you come back later, bring fewer things. These big bags are not easy on the road. You really want to obey me, and bring me a daughter-in-law next time. "

Lu Zhou coughed quietly, and changed the subject calmly.

"Bye dad, I'll ask you something."

Lao Lu: "Did you?"

Crouching beside the trunk, Lu Zhou unzipped and took out a letter from it to take apart.

"I have a couplet here. See if there is anything like paste in our house, and we'll put this couplet at the door in a moment."

After receiving the stack of Zhengdan paper, Lao opened his couplet and squinted, commenting: "Yo, this is a good word, did you write it?"

"That's not true," Lu Zhou smiled. "It was written to me by my former academician Lu."

"The academician wrote it? That's awesome, I'll hang it up." As soon as the academician wrote it, Old Lu was instantly happy, and he threw his thigh up from the sofa, and then rested on the balcony toward him Go to the toolbox.

Lao Lu hasn't been to Jiangling a few times in his life, and he has never seen an academician. He just said when he was bragging that academicians are the top scholars in the Republic. By analogy to the costume drama, it is probably a big man with an identity and knowledge such as Hanlin Bachelor.

In this way, Mo Bao, the great scholar of academics ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~, not only posted the cards, but also attracted talent.

Looking at the two couplets posted on the doorway, Lao Lu touched his chin and appreciated for a long time, how he liked it.

But after a while, he suddenly shook his head.

"Pity."

Standing next to him, Lu Zhou gave him a puzzled look.

"What a pity?"

Lao Lu sighed: "Unfortunately, our Xiaotong college entrance examination has been completed, even if the talent of Wenquxing is invited, there is no place to use it."

Lu Zhou coughed softly: "Dad, your son is also a scientist, can we not be so superstitious?"

"This is not superstition, everyone says that ..." Lao Lu gestured for a long time with his hands, and finally couldn't figure out how to explain this feeling, and finally gave up and gave up. That said, it doesn't make sense! Go, your mother should have prepared the dishes, let's serve them! "