The people around him looked at this lucky winner with great envy, and it felt like winning the 5 million jackpot!

Some people who brought mobile phones couldn't help but secretly take them out, take a side photo of Lu Zi'an seriously pointing out other people, and send it to Moments or something.

One to ten, ten to hundred.

This circle is not big or small, especially the matter of Baigongmen, which involves a wide range of aspects.

But all those who come to study in Baigongmen have some fame in their respective circles, and even if they don't know each other, they will secretly pay attention to three points.

Now that this circle of friends has been screenshotted in an instant, various social tools have begun to forward it one after another.

It turns out that going to Baigongmen to study is not just the guidance of Lu Zi'an's apprentice!

Lu Zi'an would actually be present in person and teach hand-in-hand?

[One-on-one? Suddenly ready to move!]

[Thinking too much, Master Lu is so busy, they are simply lucky. 】

[It's true, and I feel like Master Lu won't teach it by hand. 】

For these discussions, in the end, Lu Ahui came forward to make a simple conclusion: [Hand in hand, I'm sorry, there is no such rule in Baigongmen, or that sentence, the master brought in the door, and the practice is personal. 】

This is really not polite, but because of the slight sense of distance, it is easier to accept.

However, Lu Zi'an personally pointed out and explained, this is already a good enough gimmick, and there is really no need to add more snakes.

The media reprinted it one after another, so Lu Zian never expected that he would go around casually, and he would be on the hot search again for some reason.

After receiving a call from Feng Xiaoxun and knowing that many reporters were on their way, Lu Zi'an quickly left the museum.

He sighed helplessly: "Don't you need money for this hot search? Why do you feel that I am on the hot search at every turn." ”

"Haha, that's because you're famous, there's no way. Feng Xiaoxun was now proud, sitting in the spacious office and smiling happily: "The hot search is not so easy, just because it is you, it feels as if it is easy." ”

"Is that ......?"

"That's a must. Feng Xiaoxun lowered his voice: "By the way, does [Fulan] need me to give you an exclusive interview?" I contacted Qingxuan, and he said that he had to ask what you meant. ”

Lu Zi'an then remembered that since the whole project of [Fulan] started, he seemed to have left it behind, and he was too busy, and he believed in Qingqi very much, so it was not a big deal.

But the interview......

He thought about it, but still refused: "Not for the time being, it's under construction now, you can't interview anything, and the drawings can't be leaked, and it won't work if you make it." ”

"That's right. Feng Xiaoxun still listened to him very much, and immediately nodded: "I mainly think that Qingqi feels quite stressed to do things now, [Fulan], we all know that it is very good, but the construction industry has mixed reviews, before it is built, Qingqi is afraid that it will have to bear a lot of pressure." ”

'Pressure is motivation and I'm sure he can hold it. ”

The two chattered for a while, and Lu Zi'an closed the line.

Although Feng Xiaoxun suggested that he find out what the architectural community had to say about the entire project, Lu Zi'an still didn't think about it.

What's the point of knowing?

He doesn't make changes to Fulan for their opinions.

While he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard a cheerful laugh coming from the door.

It seemed that Qiqi had come back from school, and Lu Zi'an raised a faint smile on the corner of his lips, pushed the door and walked in.

After Manman went to Beiya, his mother was very panicked, but Manman couldn't video it during military training, but fortunately, Qiqi just came back, and his mother finally had a smile on his face again.

"Grandma, the teacher praised me today, she praised me for my beautiful handwriting, and also praised me for my good writing!" Qiqi followed Lu's mother and chattered, sharing what he saw and heard at school.

Lu's mother smiled when she heard this: "Oh, my Qiqi is great! What is the essay written?"

"I wrote it to my favorite! I wrote it to my grandfather!" said Kiki, taking the composition from his bag.

"Then I have to take a good look at my Qiqi's composition, oops, this character is really well written, very neat!" Even Lu's father couldn't help but praise.

It's just that when they looked down at the composition, the smiles on their faces slowly subsided.

Qiqi is a hard-working child, and her compositions are a little less immature and more vicissitudes than her peers.

Reading between the lines, she didn't write about how hard she and her grandfather were, or even about the sadness she had experienced.

She's just reminiscing about how good her grandfather was to her.

At the end of the article, she wrote a sentence of emotion from the bottom of her heart: [I miss my grandfather so much, if only my grandfather would accompany me for the rest of his life. 】

Seeing this, the emotional Lu's mother's eyes turned red.

“…… Well written, grandpa has a reward!" Lu's father was worried that what she said would cause Qiqi's sadness, so he hurriedly pulled Qiqi and walked away: "Grandpa will take you to buy ice cream!"

"Okay, yes, yes!" Ren Qiqi happily grabbed Lu's father's big hand and jumped out.

Lu's mother took the composition text, read it again and again, but she couldn't hold back and secretly wiped away her tears.

"Mom. Lu Zi'an patted her shoulder comfortingly.

"I'm thinking, Old Man Ren is really pitiful, you see that the day after tomorrow is the Midyear Festival, the Ren family must have no one to burn the bag for him, the mountains and rivers are far away, and it is not realistic to call Qiqi back, or I will get him a tablet here and burn some money for him......" Lu's mother sighed deeply: "After a lifetime of suffering, it's better to live a better life if you die." ”

Although Lu Zi'an didn't believe this, he didn't object: "You can watch it, I have no opinion." ”

Although the soul speaks, he personally thinks that it is only psychological comfort, but sometimes, people do need this kind of spiritual comfort.

Because he was worried about the three people who were still in the study, Lu Zian waited for his mother's mood to ease up and went upstairs.

Mother Lu was cleaning up, and she was still chattering: "And Old Man Bai, alas, my father's spiritual position has to be re-done......"

Lu Zi'an paused as he walked upstairs, and he recalled in his mind that he couldn't even remember his grandfather's face.

It doesn't seem to be a few years, how do you feel that some memories have passed for many years?

Now that he thinks back to the past, he doesn't seem to have the hatred he once had for his grandfather.

Everyone in the world suffers, everyone has unspeakable suffering, the dead are gone, let those past go with the wind.

"Master Lu, you're back!" a joyful voice interrupted his thoughts.

Lu Zi'an glanced up and found that it was the executive editor who was looking at him happily.

"Sorry, I went out for a trip. Lu Zi'an walked in quietly: "Have you finished reading?"

The editor-in-chief held the manuscript in his hand, and was still a little reluctant to put it down: "I read it once, I'm reading it for the second time, and I haven't finished reading it yet, Master Lu, are all your personal experiences?"

How could you ask that? Lu Zi'an was a little strange, but still nodded: "Yes." ”

"It's really ......," the editor-in-chief muttered, as if he didn't know what words to use to describe the feeling.

He wrinkled his eyebrows, his expression was cautious, and his nasolabial folds seemed to be a little deeper than usual: "It's really ...... It's amazing, but each craft is very rustic and down-to-earth, and I really ...... this feeling of blending together."

The president of the publishing house couldn't let go of the volume, his eyes were reluctant to lift, and he said without thinking: "I've already brushed it three times anyway, if this book wasn't the original manuscript, I really want to take it back to collect it directly." ”

In the face of many praises and admiration, Lu Zi'an's face did not change, and only smiled lightly.

The executive editor-in-chief silently observed on the side, and couldn't help but take a gentle breath of cold air in his heart.

Obviously, Lu Zi'an has a bottom in his heart about the quality of his manuscript.

Also, with the identity of Master Lu, if he really casually takes this thing out to make up for it, it is really unreasonable.

After confirming this, the executive editor-in-chief did not hesitate any longer, and said the thoughts that he had been thinking about after seeing the manuscript: "Master Lu, I have an idea about this printing. ”

"Huh?" Lu Zi'an looked at him suspiciously: "I want to hear about it." ”

"I read this book in my hand, and after I read it once, I even remember a lot of it very clearly. The executive editor-in-chief and Lu Zi'an looked at each other, their eyes were clear, and they said word by word: "I think your words are already very good, and in some places, your strokes can also reveal three points of mind, if you can print it with the current manuscript, it is actually the most restored." ”

Usually they print, the author gives the text, and then illustrates, and then prints directly after typesetting.

But that's someone else.

Seeing that no one objected, the executive editor-in-chief's eyes were like torches, his voice became clearer and clearer, and his tone became more and more affirmative: "I think that Master Lu's book should not be in the same printed format, it should be like this!"

It's unique, he knows it.

The idea was also very strange, and he knew it.

But when he saw the manuscript of the book, the thought lingered in his mind!

There may be thousands of fonts in the world, but only Lu Zi'an's handwriting is worthy of his words and paintings!

Lu Zi'an did not speak.

The editor-in-chief was also speechless for a long time.

The president, who had been keeping his head down, slowly raised his head, the light in his eyes flashed, and he suddenly closed the book and praised: "Good idea!"

If you think about it, it seems that this is indeed the case!

I've seen the most suitable one, and I can't achieve the effect in front of me by replacing it with any font in my mind.

The three of them hit it off: "It's a bit difficult, but we'll try to print it with the best results!"

Lu Zi'an doesn't know much about printing, so he naturally has nothing to do: "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay." ”

So even if this matter is finalized in this way, and with official support, printing can be put on the agenda immediately.

But what Lu Zian never expected was that everything was ready, but the preface encountered some obstacles.

Many literary bigwigs contacted him and wanted to help him write the preface.

At the same time, the official naturally heard the news and arranged for the staff to contact him to discuss whether to arrange someone to write a preface for him.