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The next day, Lu Wanyu notified Liu Xiao's parents to come over, explained what had happened, and told them that they would not call the police, but that Liu Xiao would be dismissed.

The two parents probably also felt that their faces were shameless, and they didn't make too many excuses, but they didn't mention the loss of money. Lu Wanyu felt disappointed, and quickly paid Liu Xiao's salary, and asked his parents to take him away.

In just two months, that simple child was quickly corrupted by money.

Lu Wanyu just watched numbly.

If it was Shi Yan, he would try his best to save it, right?

Recently, I always think of the past, the last glimmer of light in the depths of my soul.

Maybe I still feel heartbroken about Liu Xiao's changes, and I also feel disgusted by myself for standing by and watching.

Lu Wanyu really couldn't figure out why Song Rongzhen got involved with Liu Xiao, revenge, threat, or show off?

No, he was just bullying him with his own means as in the past.

Childish and nasty approach.

After Liu Xiao left, Lu Wanyu didn't recruit any more people for the time being, and took care of the work of purchasing and looking after the store by herself, and was busy until late at night every day.

After that night, Song Rongzhen didn't come to the flower shop very often, and when he came here occasionally, Lu Wanyu mostly had a bad face, and refused to entertain him even if he wasn't doing business.

After repeating this several times, Song Rongzhen probably felt that he had lost face, so he stopped harassing her.

Half a month after dismissing Liu Xiao, one afternoon, when Lu Wanyu came back from delivering the goods, he saw Liu Xiao with dyed hair squatting outside the shop door.

"Liu Xiao?" Getting off the electric motorcycle, Lu Wanyu walked up to Liu Xiao, "Is there something wrong?"

Liu Xiao looked up, his originally fair and delicate skin became rough and sallow, looking very unhealthy, with tears in the corners of his eyes, "Manager, has Mr. Song visited the flower shop recently?"

Lu Wanyu opened the store door and shook her head, "No, he doesn't come here much after you leave, why?"

"He called me a week ago and asked me not to look for him again. I didn't agree, and I couldn't get in touch with him afterwards. Store manager, do you have his contact information? I don't know how to find him or where he lives. "

Lu Wanyu still shook her head, "No. Don't you know him among your friends?"

Liu Xiao lowered his head and said in a low voice: "What kind of friends, they all look down on me. After Mr. Song couldn't be contacted, they started to play tricks on me deliberately. Manager, I'm quite scared, those people always take me to some very strange places. clubhouse."

Lu Wanyu sighed, "I warned you that a rich man like him just thinks it's for fun. He's just making fun of you, so he won't take it seriously. Did you and him-?"

Hesitantly, Lu Wanyu looked at Liu Xiao worriedly, and was too embarrassed to ask the next words.

Liu Xiao was stunned for a moment before he realized it, and shook his head sadly, "No, he won't even kiss me, and he won't allow me to get too close to him."

"The other party's attitude has been clarified, Liu Xiao, I advise you not to entangle too much, lest you offend the other party, and it will be even more difficult to end. We are ordinary people." Lu Wanyu couldn't help persuading him again.

"I don't know, store manager," Liu Xiao looked at Lu Wanyu blankly, "He seems to be addicting to me. I'm so flustered that I can't see him now."

Lu Wanyu felt it was amused. This kid, who was so dazzled by Song Rongzhen, was clearly addicted to money.

"Manager, I want to come back to work, do you still want me?" After a while, Liu Xiao seemed to have figured it out suddenly, and asked Lu Wanyu.

Lu Wanyu pondered for a moment, "Sorry, the store is not very busy right now, and we don't need more staff."

This child was spoiled by Song Rongzhen, Lu Wanyu didn't dare to take risks.

Liu Xiao blushed and scratched his head, "That's right, I'm sorry for stealing your money. Last month's No. 30 was Mr. Song's birthday. I was going to borrow some to buy him a decent gift. Who knew he didn't care at all."

Hearing what he said, Lu Wanyu suddenly remembered Song Rongzhen bringing a cake that night.

So it's your birthday?

snort!

It's really funny, the young master of the Song family, born with a golden spoon in his mouth, can't find someone to celebrate his birthday?I came here to look for an ordinary person like him who has no power, no power, no beauty and no talent. If I say it, I'm afraid I'll laugh my ass off!

Before Liu Xiao left, Lu Wanyu once again told him to sever ties with the so-called friends Song Rongzhen introduced to him as soon as possible. Those rich people really don't care about their lives when they play.

This sudden turbulence in life subsided quickly, and Song Rongzhen disappeared without a trace as if he had never appeared before.

Regarding the flower shop, apart from the initial chaos, Lu Wanyu's business is slowly getting on the right track. Usually, the orders that need to be delivered are delivered through takeaways like Meituan, and only the purchase needs to be worried.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the summer sun is like fire. Of course, not many people will go out to buy flowers in the hot summer. Therefore, Lu Wanyu occasionally takes some flower art classes in his spare time, or accepts invitations to participate in some flower art shows. There is a meager income.

Today, I took a performance of ancient Chinese flower arrangement art, and cooperated with a lecture by a professor of the Academy of Fine Arts of Binhai University to show the flower arrangement art of the Song Dynasty.

After arriving at the cultural center, the staff told him that he had specially customized matching clothes for him to perform with a female flower art master.

Lu Wanyu didn't know much about Hanfu, but only knew that it was a long robe with wide sleeves, and she also wore a wig and crown for makeup.

In the actual performance, such clothes are very inconvenient, so before going on stage, I asked someone to tie up the sleeve robe with two ropes, so as not to brush the flowers.

I confirmed the composition and flower materials with another florist in advance, and did a simple on-stage simulation, so there was no rush after going on stage.

Lu Wanyu has no concept of her own appearance, it is nothing more than a pair of eyes, a nose and a mouth, as long as she can see through.

Judging from my current life experience, only Shi Yan's appearance can be regarded as being in my eyes, and the others are skins, especially Song Rongzhen. When he was in school, there were always girls screaming around him and the support club. However, Wan Yu always thought that he was hideous.

Therefore, when Lu Wanyu, who was wearing a Confucian long gown, walked onto the stage and sat down with another florist in the middle of the stage, and there were exclamations and clicks from the audience, he didn't feel anything, and even thought those people were doing it for the female florist. Cheers, after all, the other party is also a real classical beauty with a pure temperament, but he didn't know that the florist sitting opposite was blushing frequently under his indifferent gaze, and even almost made a mistake. Fortunately, he found out and corrected it in time, so that the flower art show was successfully completed .

When the work was displayed after the flower arrangement, the professor in charge of the speech could not help but step down to take a group photo with the two florists, and explained some etiquette and key points in the process of flower arrangement to the audience with them.

After the performance, the professor continued to give a speech, and Lu Wanyu and another florist went backstage to change clothes.

Without too much makeup, just take off the wig, Lu Wanyu will update the pictures of this lecture in real time while the makeup artist is doing her hair.

After looking at the picture for a long time, I suddenly asked the makeup artist behind me, who is the man in the picture, and is it a picture of their event.

The makeup artist looked at him strangely, "This person is you, the teacher. Everyone is overwhelmed by your temperament. There are not many people following you on the official account, and there are not many comments. You go to Weibo and the forum to see it, and you are shocked." Huh, everyone praises you for your good temperament and good looks. You look like a noble scholar in the Song Dynasty!"

Lu Wanyu took the photo and looked at it horizontally and vertically. The stage background and layout are very beautiful, but is the man kneeling in the bamboo forest arranging flowers really himself?

I can't recognize it at all! !

How to wear a wig even temperament and appearance have changed?

Open Weibo and log on to the official Weibo, the comments have been reposted over [-] times, and everyone is asking who he is.

The fancy compliments and kneeling and licking made Lu Wanyu blush, she was embarrassed to back out, and asked the makeup artist again, "Is it really good-looking?"

The makeup artist didn't speak, but gave him a thumbs up, "Teacher, do you have a Weibo account? Please follow me."

Lu Wanyu shook her head, "I don't play Weibo."

Two years ago, he was still studying in a remote mountain town in the north. He was like a savage, and now he is still out of touch with the younger generation. Except for occasional official news, he spends most of his time discussing and chatting with colleagues in the circle, and doesn't care about his career. other things.

"How about I register an account for the teacher?" The make-up artist was eager to start, "In this way, the teacher can also advertise his flower shop, and update the daily routine by the way."

"Is that so?" Lu Wanyu hesitated for a moment, then handed him the phone, "Then trouble you—"

However, the mobile phone was not handed to the makeup artist, and was intercepted by a hand halfway, "Weibo is a mess, it doesn't matter if you don't need to register."

Lu Wanyu frowned and looked at others, "Master Song, why are you here?"

The makeup artist stuck out her tongue at Lu Wanyu, and whispered, "The funder is here, I'm slipping away, teacher, please add me on WeChat later."

"Yeah." Lu Wanyu had finished removing her makeup and was about to change clothes.

"My mother and aunt sponsored this event. I watched your performance just now and said that you are very professional. I want to invite you to have dinner together." Song Rongzhen returned the phone to him and turned to another flower artist who had finished removing her makeup. The teacher also said the same thing, and the professor who had just finished his speech and went backstage was also invited.

Seeing that everyone else agreed, Lu Wanyu didn't refuse, and got up to change clothes.

The neckline of the deep white shirt on his body spread out, revealing the scenery inside, making Song Rongzhen's eyes dark and dangerous when he saw it, and he stretched out his hand to pull the clothes back up for him, "Go and change quickly, everyone will be waiting for you in a while."

The mottled scars left by Shi Shi's exposure were still on the snow-white skin.

Let Song Rongzhen once again deeply realize how unscrupulous he was back then, and how terrible the harm he caused was.

The dinner hosts were the two wives of the Song family and the Mu family. They even accompanied the head of the TV station. Lu Wanyu didn't know anyone. After arriving at the Chinese courtyard of the hotel, he sat alone on a chaise longue in the corner to study today's flower arrangement.

The location is Song Rongzhen's private kitchen restaurant, decorated in a pure Chinese style, with a corridor courtyard, a rockery pool, and carved wooden windows on the Moon Gate, which is very artistic.

Although it is a classical flower arrangement today, it still inevitably has modern elements, and Lu Wanyu is not very satisfied.

When Song Rongzhen led two elders to find him, he was conceiving a new flower arrangement design on the mobile app.

"Mom, Second Aunt, this is the florist who will perform on stage this afternoon, Mr. Lu Wanyu Lu."

Lu Wanyu put away her mobile phone and stood up, saluted politely, "Hello, ladies."

Xin Qing looked at him carefully, and asked with a smile, "Are you a student of Master Zhang Hanzhizhang? He is a master of flower arrangement in the northern school. I think your flower arrangement techniques have some of his signature techniques."

Lu Wanyu nodded: "Yes, by chance, I have been studying flower arrangement under my teacher for four years, and I am not good at it, which makes you laugh at me."

Xin Lan and Xin Qing looked at each other with such a look on their faces, they laughed in surprise when they heard this, "Master Zhang hasn't come out of the mountain for ten years, we thought he didn't accept disciples anymore."

"Teacher, he is taking care of himself now, and he really has no plans to go out of the mountain again."

"Then you can be regarded as his last little disciple in his later years. No wonder you have such a bearing at such a young age. My two sisters and I opened a flower art gallery together. If Mr. Lu has time, can he accept invitations to come to us occasionally? A few lessons?"

"This—" Lu Wanyu frowned in embarrassment, he didn't want to get involved with the Song family or the Mu family.

"Mom, Second Aunt, Wan Yu also owns a flower shop. He usually has to visit the shop, so he probably won't have time, so don't make things difficult for him." Song Rongzhen opened his mouth to help him, "The dishes inside are on the table, we Come in."

The two ladies both showed disappointment and turned back into the room regretfully.

Song Rongzhen saw that everyone turned their heads and wanted to take the opportunity to hold Lu Wanyu's hand, but was noticed and avoided. Lu Wanyu also deliberately lagged behind him by a few steps. After entering the room, he separated from Song Rongzhen with the people who were seated.

The discussions at the dinner table were all about professional topics. Lu Wanyu and another florist were the protagonists of the day. Wan Yu was already flushed with drunkenness.

I don't quite remember when it ended, but when I woke up in the car, I turned around and saw Song Rongzhen who was driving.

Uncomfortably rubbing his temples, he muttered softly, "I fell asleep?"

"After sleeping for almost half an hour, how do you feel?" Song Rongzhen took his words and said.

Lu Wanyu didn't answer, but turned to look out the window, "Where are we going now?"

"Don't be so guarded, I'll take you home." Song Rongzhen comforted without ignoring the nervous expression on his face.

I looked down at the time, it was nine o'clock in the evening, I looked up and said in a cold tone, "Thank you."

"Hmm." The person driving the car didn't say anything else.

There is no traffic jam on the road, and you can get home unimpeded.

After getting off the car, Lu Wanyu bent down and said to Song Rongzhen, "Thank you, Young Master Song."

Song Rongzhen nodded and watched him turn around.

Still not fully awake from the wine, Lu Wanyu walked staggeringly, came to the door of the store, and took out the key with difficulty.

The light was not very bright, and it was not clear which key it was. At this moment, a hand suddenly reached out and took the key chain from his hand, "I will open it for you."

The man was held in his arms with one hand and leaned on his shoulder.

Maybe he was too drunk and didn't have the strength to break free. Lu Wanyu just watched him find the right key to open the door, and asked bluntly, "You, what are you doing here?"

The alarm bells were ringing in my heart, but my body was weak and unable to exert strength, so Song Rongzhen could only walk upstairs through the flower shop with half arms and half hugs.

"You didn't take the clothes that the TV station gave you, so I'll deliver them for you." Song Rongzhen shook the paper bag in his hand.

"Oh." Nodded in a daze, stopped at the stairs, and tapped Song Rongzhen's chest, "But, it's fine, you go back, help, close the door for me."

"The door is locked." Song Rongzhen bent down and hugged his legs to lift him up, "I'll carry you up."

"No, I can't!" Lu Wanyu broke out in a cold sweat, hammered his lump, and shouted without any deterrent effect, "Song Rongzhen, let me down, let me go!"

"It's too late! Don't let it go!" Song Rongzhen kissed her shamelessly, "I found it with great difficulty, and I will never let it go!"

"You, you bastard!" Lu Wanyu struggled to hit him.

Fortunately, he had already gone upstairs, and the two of them fell to the floor together.

The bag containing the Hanfu in Song Rongzhen's hand fell, and the clothes inside were scattered.

Lu Wanyu moaned and struggled like a fish, "You, you go away, don't touch me!"

The smell of alcohol came up, and his body became hotter and weaker.

……

I went to the kitchen and cooked a bowl of Yangchun noodles, brought them to the bed, put them on the bedside table, helped Lu Wanyu, who was sleepy due to exhaustion, and called him softly, "Wan Yu, didn't you say you were hungry? I'll cook After the noodles, you can eat some."

Lu Wanyu's neck, below the base of the ears, and the places not covered by the sheets were covered with bruises, without a piece of intact skin.

Reluctantly opened his eyes and took a look, murmured: "I'm so hungry, don't do it, you'll die, you'll really die, woo woo—"

The red and swollen eyes have not been swollen for two days because they have been crying.

Song Rongzhen hugged him helplessly, held the bowl in one hand, and fed him soup with a spoon in the other. "Drink some soup first, and then you will have strength. Let's not do it, stop crying." Smiling and kissing him forehead.

It took half an hour to finish feeding a bowl of noodles, and Song Rongzhen started to tidy up the room after eating something to fill his stomach.

The clothes scattered on the ground were all soiled, and the sheets that had been replaced were also piled up in the corner of the window sill, all of which had to be washed.

After putting the clothes into the washing machine, mopping the floor, and cleaning the bathroom and kitchen, Song Rongzhen called the driver to pick him up.

It's already seven o'clock in the afternoon, and the air ticket is at nine o'clock this evening, so we have to leave now, otherwise we will be delayed.

Going to the bedside to see the young man who was sleeping soundly, brushing the hair on his forehead to his ears for him, and whispering in his ear: "Wan Yu, Wan Yu!"

"Huh?" Lu Wanyu snorted in a daze, without opening her eyes.

"I'm going back to the United States to go to school tonight, and I'll come back to see you on the weekend. You wait for me." He is currently studying for a combined master's and doctoral degree, and he will graduate in three years, so he cannot stay in China for a long time.

Lu Wanyu opened his eyes and looked at him weakly, then turned his back to him and didn't respond.

Song Rongzhen warned worriedly, "Don't run away!"

After finishing speaking, I tucked the quilt for him, "The clothes are in the washing machine, and they will be dried together later. You can take them out and iron them after you sleep well tomorrow."

"..." There was still no answer.

Song Rongzhen glanced at the time again, there was no time, and the driver would be downstairs soon.

Until he went downstairs, Lu Wanyu didn't turn over to look at him again.

Maybe he fell asleep.

I can only comfort myself like this.

The author has something to say: Regarding Liu Xiao, it is mainly his own reasons. Due to the space limit, he has not been described too much. There are only some simple dialogues, and we should be able to see some clues.He will appear later.