Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

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When Lu Zhou arrived in Jiangling, it was already late at night. Although he was eager to return home, thinking that most of the two old men had fallen asleep, he did not return directly, but took a rest in the urban area of ​​Jiangling. The next morning, Wang Peng was asked to drive him home.

The knock sounded.

As the footsteps got closer and faster, the door shoved open.

Looking at the familiar face at the door, Fang Mei's eyes were filled with tears of excitement and joy.

"My son! You are finally back."

"Mom!" I gave the old lady a hug and looked at the dad coming from the room connected to the balcony. Lu Zhou took a deep breath and said with a slight trembling voice, smiling, "Dad, I came back!"

How long haven't you been here?

It seems to be three years, and it seems to be four years. In short, I can't remember it when I grow up to Lu Zhou.

Looking at his son standing in the doorway, Lu Bangguo nodded with a smile, "Just come back, don't you be tired on the road, come in and sit ... is this?"

Lu Zhou moved away half a step and introduced with a smile: "Wang Peng, my driver, you should have seen it."

"Oh, I think of it, you see my memory, it turns out to be Xiao Wang ..." Lu Bangguo smiled and said enthusiastically, "Don't stand and speak at the door, come in and sit down."

Taking the two into the living room, Lu Bangguo brought the cup and teapot politely.

It wouldn't be so kind if you were just a son, but there is still a guest here after all. Although Wang Peng has repeatedly said that when he does not exist, it is impossible for such a large living person to be there.

"The house has changed so much ..."

Taking a sip of hot tea made by his father, looking at the renovated house, Lu Zhou said with emotion.

The TV set was replaced with a 48-inch large screen, and the wall clock hanging on the door frame was also replaced with a new one and moved to the other wall.

Maybe it's a good life, or maybe it's too busy on weekdays. The net pocket of the anti-theft net on the windowsill is full of small tile pots planted with flowers and plants, and Lu Zhou even saw a few onion seedlings and garlic leaves.

In his field of vision, many places are no longer in line with what it looks like in memory.

But the only thing that hasn't changed is the familiar home taste.

Fang Mei smiled and said, "You and Xiaotong are not here, and your father is a tossing temper, so he and I planned to renovate the home. Although many furniture and furnishings have been changed, I wonder what day you will be Will come back, so I did not let you and Xiaotong's room. "

"Really?" Lu Zhou said with a smile. "That's great. I'm still thinking about coming back this time. I'll miss the old things."

Looking at Wang Peng who was sitting on the sofa with restraint, Lu Bangguo said with a smile: "Well, Wang, why don't you stay here for dinner, it just happens that I will buy a fish."

"No need," Wang Peng waved politely, "I have something to do, so I won't disturb your family's reunion."

"What else do you have?"

Wang Peng coughed and said, "After sending you safely, I still have to register ... there are some other things."

Did not ask anything in detail, Lu Zhou nodded.

"That line, I'll go out from you."

When he came out of Lu Zhou's house, Wang Peng raised his hand and narrowed his eyes.

After noticing this action, Lu Zhou couldn't help but ask.

"You stunned."

"Nothing," Wang Peng shook his head. "It's ... a little sad. As a national treasure scholar, you have paid too much for science and for this country."

This tall man looks like a man who has experienced some wind and frost. At this moment, his voice was choking.

Listening to such a speech, Lu Zhou did not know how to answer for a while.

"..."

In fact, he originally wanted to say, "You don't have to think so, at least I am quite happy with it," but seeing this guy moved so deeply, he couldn't say anything.

Misunderstanding, misunderstood, anyway, will not lose a piece of meat.

Aside from the topic, Lu Zhou casually said, "Are you looking for a place to live in these days? I will be reimbursed for the accommodation ..."

Wang Peng: "No, I just live in a nearby guest house."

Lu Zhou shook his head: "How do you do that, you don't have to be polite to me, how much is the accommodation fee, you have recovered your spirit, and I can rest assured when I take the car."

Wang Peng gave a small cough: "You have misunderstood all of the hospitality ... In fact, the conditions there are still very good. For example, we are traveling on business and all three meals are reimbursed. You don't need to worry about this."

And the most important thing is that it is not convenient for them to stay in a hotel with a mixed staff. Compared to Lu Zhou, who only considers comfort in a hotel, he still has to consider many factors such as security, confidentiality, and ease of work ...

After hearing this, Lu Zhou was no longer persuading and left for him.

...

Watching the black red flag disappear at the intersection of the community, Lu Zhou turned and returned to his home.

His mother had begun to prepare lunch, and his father went out to buy fish. Although he wanted to go to the kitchen to help, he was still blasted out by his mother for not making trouble.

Bored with boredom, Lu Zhou took his computer bag and went to his room.

Although he had made the decision not to work for three days, there seemed to be nothing to do but work.

Sure enough, he is a man who cannot rest.

Taking the notebook out of the computer bag and opening it, I put it on the old but still clean desk, and looking at everything around, Lu Zhou couldn't help but have a long-lost feeling of nostalgia.

As Mom said, nothing has changed here.

What he looked like when he walked, and what he looked like when he returned, the only difference was that the spotless desk was obviously often cleaned.

The whimpered Lu Zhou picked up the photo frame placed at the corner of the table ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ which contained his high school graduation photo.

It has his dead party, his desk, his teacher, and even a girl who has unknowingly liked or been liked ... and of course he himself.

Looking at the adolescent boy in the photo, he could not help evoke a smile.

Although I was a little ignorant and confused about the future at that time, the carefree happiness seemed to be quite nostalgic.

But something must be lost on the road to truth.

After missing it for a while, Lu Zhou set the photo aside, settled down, and looked back at the computer on the table.

"Before lunch starts, get this done."

He whispered to himself, and Lu Zhou's manual on the keyboard.

[Recommendations on Improvement Measures for Jiangcheng Carbon-based Semiconductor Industrial Park (Draft)]

After knocking down the title of this line, Lu Zhou's forefinger gently clicked on the table. After finishing his thoughts for a moment, he wrote down his suggestions on the improvement of the carbon-based semiconductor industrial park one by one.

Time passed minute by minute, and 5 pages of paper were soon written down.

After checking that there were no omissions, Lu Zhou opened the mailbox and sent the completed report to the school sister and the Science and Technology Bureau respectively, then leaned back on the chair and exhaled.

"There should be no problem."

However, just as he was about to get up and turn off the computer, and got up to walk outside, an unread mail flew into his mailbox.

The mail was opened subconsciously, and Lu Zhou looked at the sender's location, a strange name.

Paul Robin Krugman ... Notes on the Princeton Department of Economics?

Staring at the name for a while, Lu Zhou frowned gradually.

emmmm ...

who is it?