"Sorry, that's a bit abrupt." Jiang Futing was very sensitive to his thoughts, and immediately changed his countermeasures, and changed his words:

"I am an alumnus of Lu Changku's university, and I have seen him look when he makes dolls, he is very serious, hardworking and dedicated. To be honest, you just said that it wasn't Lu Changku's doing, and I was a little unhappy in my heart. So I'm going to reason with you about the facts. ”

Jiang Futing very skillfully brought the topic to the controversial issue, and once again forcibly brought their thread.

And the person who paused a little because of curiosity just now succeeded because of his words.

This may seem casual, but it is unclear and informative, and it is not uncommon for art to look for a gunman, or plagiarize, or directly like a robber to steal a work.

The law is improving, and so are the skills and capabilities of those who can exploit loopholes.

All kinds of dirty methods emerge in an endless stream, breathtaking, there are always things you can't think of.

His words also stirred up a thousand waves with one stone, pushing the imagination of onlookers as much as possible.

One, two, three......

Then it stirred up a chain effect of dominoes, and 'accidentally' smashed all the people in the vicinity and attracted them.

The boy with glasses is not good at arguing, and he himself is not sure whether what his companion said is true or false, it is just nonsense in private.

His cheeks were slightly flushed from the tension and the growing crowd.

His hands were uneasily hidden in his pockets and rubbed and rubbed, and all the crumbs fell into his pockets.

The other man was not like him, after Jiang Futing finished speaking, his face obviously swelled with disdain, and he said unashamedly: "You are his college classmate, and I am still his junior high school classmate!" You just know what he is and how he was, you know you! Are you in the same class as him? ”

Jiang Futing was silent.

The man won first, showing the posture of a winner: "Look! There are so many people in the university, not one department, one grade, one class, but there is a distance of nearly 10,000 people between the two of you! Don't tell me, you just happened to see him doing work once, so you said you knew him, right? ”

Jiang Futing still didn't speak, and the people around him gathered more and more, and he moved his gaze slightly.

Looking through the bustling crowd, I saw Bai Tang, who was stealing chickens and dogs, and was about to attack the young puppet.

His drifting gaze was captured by a careful man, who thought that Jiang Futing was weak-hearted, and talked even louder:

"If that's it, you don't talk either, you don't know anything, you're not qualified to say this! I was in the same class with him for three years in junior high school, and I sat at the same table with him for half a semester. ”

"Them?" Jiang Futing pretended not to know and grasped a key.

The man sneered: "You really don't know anything, huh? He has twin brothers who look exactly the same, named Lu, Chang, and Rong. ”

Jiang Futing was not only cooperative, but also slightly stunned in line with his self-image.

The crowd gathered around them had different degrees of dazedness on their faces, and after the dazedness, they faintly smelled a hint of gossip with gunpowder.

The man spoke more and more vigorously, completely forgetting the truth of his words: "Do you think I just talked to my friend without evidence? Although Lu Changkut and Lu Changrong look the same, their temperaments are completely different. ”

"Lu Changku's whole day will only be serious, the teacher said that he didn't dare to go west, saying that he was obedient, he was a coward!"

The man didn't even hide the slightest ridicule: "Don't be a person like him."

said that he learned to be a puppet, and it was too late to be a housekeeper for the teachers. ”

Everyone listened to him with bated breath, afraid that they would miss this unknown and explosive content.

The man smiled and continued: "As for Lu Changrong, he has a flexible brain and makes trouble with us, at that time, I saw him carve some gadgets in private, and sometimes he made clothes with flower cloth, and we laughed at him for being more sissy than his brother!" You know what? ”

Jiang Futing raised his eyebrows and made his questions very perfunctory.

"He threw the cloth in our faces as if he had eaten a gun, and said something I will never forget in my life!" The man vividly recreates the scene at that time:

He said seriously: Sewing a dress is a sissy, then if you squat and like a girl, you are not a girl. There is a kind of when you stand up, and you don't wear fancy clothes in this life. ”

When the people around him heard his words, they couldn't help but laugh lowly.

"The point is that when he said this, he was very serious, no, and not serious." The man said, denying himself again.

He struggled to find the right words in his head.

But because I was mixed from childhood to adulthood, I really didn't go to school seriously for a few days, except for addition and subtraction and ninety-nine multiplication tables, everything else was returned to the teacher, so I didn't think of it for a long time.

Jiang Futing watched him meditate and think about it, and his mind inexplicably popped up with the haste of meeting Lu Changku.

He kindly reminded him with his impression: "Something is coming, isn't it?"

"Yes, it's going to happen, it's not dull at all." The man subconsciously picked up his words, "If these words come out of someone else's mouth, I will definitely fight with him, but Lu Changrong is different." ”

"I'm telling you, he just sits there and smiles at you, and you don't think it's laughing, but if he's angry, you don't feel angry. He just has a momentum to calm you. ”

The more Jiang Futing listened, the more he felt that the person he described was Lu Changku, whom he saw.

His gaze once again passed through the layers of obstacles and looked back, Bai Tang no longer knew when he disappeared there with the puppet without noticing

Jiang Futing began to think about how to find the bottom of the stairs and disperse the people on the side.

What's more, with so many pairs of eyes staring, it's hard to talk nonsense anymore.

He said ambiguously: "Maybe it's because Lu Changrong doesn't like to show off the mountains."

Jiang Futing deliberately hid half of his words, and let them make up for the rest by themselves.

It may be that Lu Changrong himself taught Lu Changku's skills and made him famous in one fell swoop, or it may be that the work was actually completed by the two of them, and Lu Changku's name is just a signature.

In short, no one knew that the person named Lu Changrong disappeared three years ago.

There will be no one who has a big brain, will it be Lu Changrong who takes Lu Changku's share.

Jiang Futing's weak gesture made the man's reason, which was carried away by qi and blood, slowly return.

The man calmed down a little, and realized most of the time what he should have said and what he shouldn't have said.

And the little glasses friend who accompanied him had long since shrunk into an invisible man.

He followed Jiang Futing's words and said with little confidence: "Then I don't know, we haven't seen each other for so many years, anyway, this was the situation at that time."

As soon as the words fell, there were very faint and boring sighs around him.

The quarrel didn't get into a fight, and it was just an old thing after talking for a long time, with personal speculation, and everyone was full of excitement and curiosity just now, and suddenly fell into the tasteless water.

The noisy scene didn't last long, and then because of the tasteless result, it dispersed in twos and threes.

Seeing that the task had been completed, Jiang Futing didn't want to say anything more to them, and was about to turn away.

He skipped the crowd vigilantly, but just caught a shadow not far away walking towards him.

The man was dressed very fashionably, with a long style that was also limited to the new style for early winter this year, a scarf draped loosely around his neck, and leather boots that were rarely worn by boys.

At least in Jiang Futing's cognition, it should be impossible for him to try this kind of shoes.

There is no one he will wear on the side.

The person's gait was very leisurely, and the bangs were covered with a layer of wax, revealing a beautiful and proud face.

The corners of Lu Changku's mouth were unchanged for ten thousand years, and he smiled standardly, colliding with Jiang Futing's sight from a distance, as if he had already noticed his existence.

Lu Changku, who was still far away, raised his arm in a friendly manner and waved his hand at him.

Jiang Futing could only be polite and was forced to bow slightly.

From the perspective of passers-by who don't know, they really think that these two people are old friends who know each other.

When they got a little closer, Jiang Futing saw that his scarf had a khaki checkered pattern.

When Lu Changku's whole person came towards him, it was like a walking British wind.

The two strange men who had just spoken did not notice who was coming behind them, and were still talking to each other.

Jiang Futing looked at the two of them, the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a sly smile, and he shouted at the two people who didn't know why: "Hey!"

The two of them really stopped their little movements and looked at him together.

Jiang Futing raised his chin in the direction behind them: "Who is here?"

The two of them turned around together, and when they saw Lu Changku, who was almost next to them, they couldn't help but be stunned, and almost thought that their eyes were glazed.

The man on the right is probably the type whose brain is dominated by Xu, and he blurted out coldly: "Lu Changrong?!"

Jiang Futing pretended that he didn't know anything, but he was slightly surprised.

Lu Chang smiled without moving, and his eyes were visibly cold.

The man probably hadn't seen his old classmate for a long time, and he was so excited that he couldn't even see it, so he hurried up to greet him: "Lu Changrong!" It's really you! My motherfuck! I thought I was mistaken, after all, I hadn't seen each other in a long time. ”

Jiang Futing could almost conclude from this man's reaction that this Lu Changkut was actually Lu Changrong.

I just don't know how to escape the detection of technology.

In Lu Changku's polite smile, he didn't hide his sense of rustiness at all: "I'm sorry, you probably really admitted that you were wrong, I'm Lu Changku."

The man couldn't believe it, and was rejected by the party, and the unspeakable embarrassment immediately swelled up.

Instead, he intensified his efforts to block Lu Changku, and persevered in chasing after him and asked, "Are you really ...... Lu Changku? ”

Lu Changku, obviously forcibly suppressed his anger, and nodded to him again to confirm.

The man was stunned, and began to doubt himself at his refusal to admit it.

Haven't we seen each other for so long, and the grid between twins can be imperceptibly formed?

But Lu Changkut himself has already said this, can he still argue with the party himself to prove that the other party has misremembered his name?

The man's expression swayed and his mouth froze, and finally he made an excuse for himself: "It may be that I haven't seen you for a long time, you two look exactly the same, and you can't tell the difference at all." ”