Mr Gingerbread

The calligraphy and painting forum exploded.

As soon as the accounts of the two real-name bosses came out, it immediately caused a sensation.

Mr. Daishan’s account only posted a sentence of “Hello everyone”, and immediately the comments below turned over, and hundreds of comments began to increase. However, the number of people on the forum increased sharply in one night. Mr. Daishan took a screenshot as a souvenir. It has not been so lively in so many years.

Not to mention the posts by Mr. Han, countless posts have been posted in the past ten years, and even the posts posted three years ago have been upvoted. Many people lamented these authentic works and praised Mr. Han's photography skills.

"It's so anti-theft. I thought it was fake when I saw it. I never thought about it!"

"Mr. Duobao is really worthy of his name, he is convinced!"

"My God, this must have been taken by the boss himself? Next time I ask for money to hire someone, I want to see Academician Xu's horse!"

"No, no, please ask me to take pictures, and I will do it if you don't pay!"

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In addition to these, everyone also ran to leave a message on the post opened by the previous person.

That post is a bit special. As far as it is concerned, it is a clear stream in the forum. From the beginning of the post, I have been trying to make sure that Mr. Duobao’s posts are all authentic, and I will fight against all the heroes. I can withstand all the pressure and support Mr. Duobao. .

Everyone left a message under the post, saying that if you never forget, there will be echoes. You see, Mr. Duobao has been certified, flat.Inverted.

Some people also said that even if it is certified, the photos taken by Mr. Duobao may not necessarily be true. What if there are fake ones?

The people in the forum lined up again to leave a message for that person, wishing you a good meal upstairs, just this sentence is enough for Sosekizhai to sue you.Some people also suggested that he search for the origin of Shushizhai, and there was a frenzy of messages no less than that of Mr. Daishan.

The person who opened the post saw it, but was not very happy.

It was none other than Han Qiaoye who insisted on supporting Mr. Duobao for several years. He opened this account to clean up the old man's points. As a result, he posted a post and was chased and scolded for more than a year. Han San also got excited, and from time to time he went up to say a few words, and the post was half-dead until now, and finally it was cleared up.

He swiped his phone for a while, thinking that what his father said was true, his second brother is useless, wouldn't it be enough to ask Lu Ming for an authentication earlier?So it's all his brother's fault.

Lu Ming and Han Qiaoyu's life is still the same, and their small life is more harmonious than before.

Lu Ming usually runs on both sides, and if he stays overnight, he usually lives with Han Qiaoyu.When it was time for the holiday, Han Qiaoyu found various reasons to ask Lu Ming to deliver things to him, either by leaving him in the office, or by taking him home without giving him a chance to leave.

Lu Ming also gradually got used to it. Every holiday, he set aside time for Han Qiaoyu. Mr. Han was very satisfied with this, and he was more active in cooking when he went home.

Mr. Han collected two of Lu Ming's paintings, so naturally he would not return them. Lu Ming could only accept Han Qiaoyu's money, and the rest of the paintings were consigned to Shushizhai. Unexpectedly, Mr. Daishan Before leaving, he took a pair directly from Shusekizhai.

The old man took paintings, so naturally he didn't look at the price, and it was impossible for Mr. Han to collect money from his elder brother in his own shop. He gave Lu Ming as much as Han Qiaoyu bid.

Lu Ming couldn't laugh or cry after taking the money.

Han Qiaoyu looked at him and said, "I really can't do anything about it. Dad insists on giving it to you, why don't you go and talk to him yourself?"

How could Lu Ming dare to say such things? Mr. Han is now focused on letting him live in Han's house. He has called him several times, but he just rejected him.He thought for a while and said: "Forget it, let's do it like this, I will send some more pictures to my uncle in the future."

Han Qiaoyu listened to him talking like a family, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, let's go and deliver it together."

After making a fortune from the sale of the paintings and saving some savings from his work, Lu Ming thought about buying a house.

Although the school also provides accommodation, it is always inconvenient for Han Qiaoyu to come to his dormitory for too long.

Han Qiaoyu learned to be smart this time, and he didn't dare to say anything about giving Lu Ming a house. Instead, he helped him choose a house together, found a relationship and picked a new real estate with a good location for Lu Ming. The discount is less than [-].It was also Lu Ming's luck that the house price started to skyrocket less than a month after the purchase, and he made a fortune by accident.

Soon it was the end of the year, and Lu Ming was ready to go home.

Han Qiaoyu happened to be going on a business trip abroad. Lu Ming helped him pack his luggage, sent him off at the airport, and then went home by himself.

Sitting on the plane, looking at the blue sky outside the small window, Lu Ming rested his chin in a daze.Han Qiaoyu was on a business trip, which made him heave a sigh of relief. If this person mentioned something and wanted to go home with him, he really didn't know how to answer.But thinking of his relatives at home, Lu Ming frowned slightly, he hadn't thought about what to say...

The man sitting beside him kept trying to talk to Lu Ming, but Lu Ming was so upset that he just closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

Originally, I thought I couldn't fall asleep with such a mess in my heart, but I didn't expect that I would really fall asleep after closing my eyes for a while.

When Lu Ming got off the plane, his hair was a little upturned from sleep. When he pushed his luggage out, he saw Fang Jingyao waving to him from afar. The little nephew smiled cutely as always, a sunny boy.

Fang Jingyao helped him push the luggage, and said to him as he walked, "Uncle, I didn't tell anyone, and the secrecy work is very good!"

Lu Ming didn't wake up a bit, and asked, "What secret work?"

Fang Jingyao blinked at him, and said with a smile: "Don't worry about your partner, I won't tell anyone if you don't."

Lu Ming smiled and rubbed his head.

Fang Jingyao didn't stay at his grandfather's house this time. He sent Lu Ming back, and then went back to his own home very quickly. During this time, he kept reading text messages, and when he replied, he looked beaming with joy, looking like a fool.

Lu Ming took another look at him, guessing that something was wrong.

But now Lu Ming couldn't take care of himself, and couldn't care about his little nephew. He stayed at home for a few days, thinking about how to bring up his and Han Qiaoyu's affairs.

Fang Jingyao is a person who can't hold back things, so he took the initiative to find Lu Ming soon, and asked him what kind of gift is usually better for Valentine's Day, and then added: "My uncle, I just won a prize, and the bonus is quite a lot. Well, can you help me choose something more expensive?"

Lu Ming asked him, "Who are you sending it to?"

The other side was still shy, and said, "Send it to a friend."

Lu Ming sat and raised his eyebrows, and asked again: "What kind of friend?"

Fang Jingyao said, "Just, just a very good friend. Last time when I was playing basketball, he came here to cheer me on. I also want to give a gift in return."

Lu Ming said: "That depends on how your relationship is, you can't send things randomly, how old is it? Have I seen it?"

Fang Jingyao: "Huh? Just, okay? I think it's pretty good."

Lu Ming sneered, and said, "Emotional matters are not decided by one person, it needs to be discussed by two people."

Mr. Lu passed by the living room and stopped when he heard him say this.

Fang Jingyao's situation was simple. When Lu Ming heard that it was a child's play, he casually recommended a few gadgets to him.

"Who are you chatting with?" Mr. Lu stood there listening in a daze, and asked him, "Isn't it your girlfriend?" The son is getting older, and the old man is also a little concerned about his marriage, although he doesn't say anything about it. , but I was still anxious.

Lu Ming said, "No, it's Xiaobao."

The old man was very happy, and said: "Xiaobao, then you can bring it here for me to listen to, and let's chat for a while. I haven't seen Xiaobao for a long time."

Lu Ming said: "You add him on WeChat, didn't you buy a mobile phone for you? You can also use that to chat with video."

Mr. Lu took it out and asked Lu Ming to point out and added Fang Jingyao. He bought the smartphone a long time ago, but they didn’t know how to use it. Lu Ming was patient and taught him a video function slowly. Mr. Lu couldn’t be happier Now, I'm video chatting with Fang Jingyao in the living room.

When Fang Jingyao saw his grandpa, he didn't care about the budding little feelings, and immediately saluted the opposite side with a smile: "Grandpa is good!"

Elder Lu smiled and said, "Hi Xiaobao."

Fang Jingyao grew up with his grandfather's parents, and he has been close to the old man since he was a child. After a generation of old people, he is much more kind to him than Lu Ming, and he doesn't have so many demands. Talk about half a day.Fang Jingyao suddenly stood up mysteriously, and while tugging on his trousers, he said to Mr. Lu, "Grandpa, let me show you a treasure..."

Lu Ming said: "Be more serious, in front of the elders, put some guards on your mouth."

Fang Jingyao chuckled, then rolled up his clothes, and tried to straighten his waist forward—exposing his red-bottomed gold thread belt, while pulling it out, trying to show his new belt to his grandfather, excited Said: "Grandpa, have you seen it? What is written on it? Can you take a look?"

Wearing presbyopic glasses, Mr. Lu approached Fang Jingyao's belt in the video, and slowly read the words with the same pattern on it: "Waist-wrap-wan-guan—"

Lu Ming: "..."

The two of them had a great time, Lu Ming twitched his lips and couldn't stand it anymore. He returned the phone to Mr. Lu, asked Fang Jingyao to perform his filial piety for him from a distance, and left by himself.

Lu Ming endured it for a few days, and decided to ease up with Mr. Lu first, think back to the past, and then start talking about him.

He found a sunny afternoon and knocked on the door of Old Lu's study.

Mr. Lu is very keen on video chat these days, and he is still playing video there. This time, the chat partner is also Fang Jingyao, but this time Mr. Lu has changed into a new clothes, a shroud, sitting on the chair and laughing. .

Lu Ming was taken aback, and glanced at the mobile phone on the desk. The little nephew in the video didn't dare to make fun of it at all, and was about to cry or not. When he saw him come in, he was crying He said: "Uncle, uncle, let grandpa let me go, I really can't cry."

Lu Ming said, "Dad, what are you doing?" He was still frowning, looking a little unhappy, and no one would be very happy when they saw this dress.

Mr. Lu was quite happy, and said with a smile, "I'm trying on the clothes in advance. Before, someone ordered a suit for me and your mother, and it happened to be delivered today. I'll try to see if it fits me." He patted himself The clothes on his body, sighed: "I just don't know what happened when we left. If not, I will let Xiaobao cry for me, and he won't cry."

Lu Ming was very unhappy and said, "Why are you trying this out?"

Mr. Lu said: "As the old saying goes, seventy years does not guarantee years, and eighty years does not guarantee months. I am already over 70, and it is time to try these clothes." He tugged at the hem of the clothes and straightened the collar again , looking quite satisfied, the old man is quite proud of being able to worry about his own affairs at such an old age.

Lu Ming: "..."

Lu Ming pinched his brows, and said to the phone: "Xiaobao, it's none of your business, let's go. Don't play with your grandpa all the time in these two days, and pay attention to your homework."

Fang Jingyao immediately hung up the video and ran away as if he had received an amnesty.

Mr. Lu sat there and asked him, "What are you looking for?"

Lu Ming thought about it, and said, "Dad, I met Mr. Dai Shan some time ago."

Mr. Lu immediately looked up at him, and said pleasantly, "Oh? Mister came back from America?" He beckoned Lu Ming to come and sit down, and asked, "How is he? Is he in good health? What are you doing this time? How long are you going to stay?"

Lu Ming sat there and said: "Come back and have a look, and now I have gone back. The old man is in good health, just like when we met back then, and he is very energetic. Oh, by the way, he also showed me a lot of old photos. Let me ask you, I told you a lot about the relocation of Yongle Palace..."

Lu Ming's eyes fell on Mr. Lu's wrist, and he couldn't help touching it. Mr. Lu dodged a little and covered it with his sleeve. He never felt that his hand was useless, and he never complained in his life. Naturally, he also refused to make any appearance of showing weakness.

Mr. Lu was very interested in Mr. Dai Shan's affairs, so he asked Lu Ming a little bit more. He heard that Mr. Lu Ming praised Lu Ming, and said, "That's how you draw." Lu Ming came back with a stack of rice paper, he couldn't hide his smile and said, "Practice with these and draw with your heart, otherwise you won't be able to get it out, you know?"

Mr. Lu handed over the rice paper, and his son was very proud of receiving a compliment from his old teacher Song Daishan.

Lu Ming held the wad of rice paper and looked at him, and touched the tip of his nose. He didn't think his father looked like the image he heard in the capital.The enthusiastic, upright, and courageous young man that everyone praised in the past is now like an old child, no worse than Mr. Han in the capital.

Lu Ming sat in the study for a while, but refused to leave, dawdling.

Elder Lu looked at him and asked, "What's the matter? What else is there?"

Lu Ming was a little nervous, subconsciously squeezed the rice paper and said, "I..."

Old Lu said vigilantly: "Do you still want rice paper? No more, go, go."

Lu Ming: "..."

Lu Ming cleared his throat and said, "Dad, I have a friend."

Mr. Lu looked up at him, interested: "Oh?"

Lu Ming said calmly, "His name is Han Qiaoyu."

He sat there upright, and also raised his head to look at his father, his eyes were decisive without any sign of giving in.

The author has something to say: Jing Yao (satisfied): Show you a treasure!

Long Yu (press and hold): ...Go home and let me see it alone, good boy.