A whole bowl of noodles quickly bottomed out, Lu Xiu took out a tissue and wiped the corners of his mouth, and suddenly said, "You don't always call me Mr. Lu." ”

"Why?"

Seeing that Xu Chunqiu had already forgiven himself, Lu Xiu began to shake the pot.

"Your name is Mr. Lu, just like the employees of my company, what should I do next time I get confused. ”

"What's that called?" Xu Chunqiu still had noodles in his mouth, and said vaguely, "Lu Xiu?

Lu Xiu was chilled by this ABB-style name: "...... It's still Lu Xiu. ”

Xu Chunqiu puffed out his cheeks and nodded, and then stuffed the used bowl into the dishwasher in the kitchen.

"Then Lu Xiuxiu, close your eyes, I have something for you. ”

Lu Xiu: "I said don't call Lu Xiuxiu, call Lu Xiu." ”

Xu Chunqiu followed his meaning: "Okay, Lu Xiu, you close your eyes." ”

Lu Xiu closed her eyes obediently in the end, there was no sound on the other side, the wall clock on the wall sounded the sound of "clicking" and moving, and she ran briskly to the bedroom on the second floor barefoot, rummaging something from her bag.

"Okay, no?"

Xu Chunqiu's voice came from afar: "Wait a minute." ”

After a few dozen seconds, her voice returned to his ear: "You put your hand out." ”

Lu Xiu closed his eyes and smiled at her, then stretched out a right hand.

"Alright. ”

Xu Chunqiu put a slightly cool thing in his palm, a square name badge.

The ruddy hibiscus stone is beautiful, and the bottom end is atmospheric and clear.

"This is ......" Lu Xiu's eyes widened slightly.

"I carved it. Xu Chunqiu's tone had a bit of pride in it, "A birthday gift for you." ”

Lu Xiu was so excited that his eyes flashed: "Is there any ink, I want to try it." ”

Xu Chunqiu thought that there was ink clay in his office, so he didn't prepare it for him: "There is no ink clay, but there is rouge to paint his face, and the printing is the same." ”

She trotted over the rouge box and brought him three or two pieces of paper along the way.

Lu Xiu didn't take the usual path, he opened the rouge box, dipped it in the name badge made of hibiscus stone, and the boxy bottom immediately turned red.

Xu Chunqiu pushed the pieces of paper to him: "Printed here." ”

Lu Xiu took her hand and opened her palm.

The hibiscus stone stained with rouge was buckled down, and Xu Chunqiu's palm immediately had four more words, Lu Xiu Yinxin.

The red handwriting, the white palm, the colors are clearly across the lines of her palm.

"The stamp that stamped me is my person. ”

Lu Xiu said in a deep voice, his deep eyes seemed to contain spring water.

Xu Chunqiu felt as if that small mark was about to burn, burning into a prairie fire, burning all the way to the tip of her heart.

She curled up her palm slightly, for fear of rubbing the mark, so she unfolded it again.

......

The next day, when Lu Xiu walked into Huarong Finance, he strode into meteors, as if he was even walking with the wind.

The white-collar workers with employee badges were chattering in the pantry as always.

"I don't know what's going on, I always feel that Mr. Lu seems to be in a particularly good mood today. ”

"Yes, yes, yes, I think so. ”

"Wasn't it Mr. Lu's birthday yesterday, and it's normal to be in a good mood today. ”

"That's not necessarily, you didn't see that when he came back from the banquet yesterday, his face stinked so bad, if he wasn't handsome, I guess I would have to take a detour when I saw him. ”

"Whether he is handsome or not, you have to take a detour when you see him......"

“......”

Lu Xiu sat in the office, picked up the thick pile of documents on the desk and looked at it.

Financial statements of the subsidiary, seal, 7th edition of the planning department, seal, preparation plan for important work for the next quarter, seal, seal......

He has to take a closer look at each one after he finishes it, looking left and right and appreciating it non-stop.

He suddenly felt that where was the name seal he stamped, and the cinnabar seals one after another simply covered the taste of the dragon button square seal.

It seems that what is engraved on that chapter is not "Lu Xiu Seal Letter", but words such as "I have been approved" and "I have read".

Lu Xiu happily covered it happily, and asked Truman to come in to pick up the documents an hour earlier than usual.

Fifteen minutes later, there was a knock at the door of the office.

"Enter. ”

The stack of documents that Truman took out was now a quarter back, and he was a little embarrassed to put those documents in front of Lu Xiu.

"Mr. Lu, these documents must be signed, not just stamped. He glanced up at his immediate boss's reaction and continued, "You'll need to sign under the seal." ”

Lu Xiu: ......

"Okay, you go out," Lu Xiu pinched the bridge of his nose, "I'll call you later after I sign it." ”

......

On Xu Chunqiu's side, the wound on Song Shenzhou's back has basically healed, and it no longer affects normal shooting.

After half a year of filming, the progress of "Spring and Autumn in the Pear Garden" has finally reached the final stage.

Today is the last scene in the script.

This is the story conceived by Shen Zhilin, the ending of Xu Liunian and Lu Changqing, but it is not the past that Xu Chunqiu and Young Master Lu experienced together.

In 1937, Beiping fell, and the whole city began to live a life of fear, the foreign store closed Zhang, the opera garden stopped, and the shops under Lu Changqing were closed, stopped, all the shops were the same depressed, and from time to time there were Japanese people coming in and taking people away for no reason.

Lu Changqing's sister married an officer of the National Revolutionary Army, and he was just a businessman, but the Japanese didn't think so, and he had no choice but to buy a ticket to Guangzhou.

Hong Kong was a good place to go, and the butler followed him with a suitcase, and his sister Lu Jin wore a thick jacquard cloak, half of her face hidden in the shaggy fabric on the top edge of the cloak.

The snow was falling like frosting, the sky was overcast, the station sounded the "jingle bell", and the conductor began to urge the passengers to get on the train one last time.

"Brother, aren't you going to take that actor to Hong Kong with you?" Lu Jin wrapped the cloak on his body tightly and warmed his hands with white air.

Lu Changqing frowned.

The word drama has a derogatory connotation, and it is okay for the singer to call himself an opera, and when others talk like this, it is regarded as scolding the street.

Lu Jin knew that he had said the wrong thing, so he stuck out his tongue and quickly changed his words: "That little boss Xu, didn't you say that you were going to take her away?"

The last shot is Xu Liunian's back.

She sat in the empty theater garden, the bench and the table of the eight immortals under the stage were the same as in the past, and a warm light lit up on the stage.

But there was no sound of strings, let alone horns.

Xu Liunian sat under the stage in amazement, holding the ticket to Guangzhou tightly in his hand.