Chapter 892: Returning to Hometown

When Lu Zhou arrived in Gangneung, it was already late at night. Although he was eager to return home, he thought that most of the two old men had already fallen asleep, so he did not go back directly, but rested in the city of Jiangling for one night, and only let Wang Peng drive him back to his home the next morning.

There was a knock on the door.

With a sound of footsteps getting closer and faster, the door slammed open.

Looking at the familiar face at the door, Fang Mei's eyes couldn't help but be filled with tears of excitement and joy.

"Son! You're finally back. ā€

"Mom!" Giving the old lady a hug, looking at the father who came from the room connected to the balcony, Lu Zhou took a deep breath, and said with a smile in a voice with a slight trembling, "Dad, I'm back!" ā€

How long has it been since you've been back here?

It seems to be three years, and it seems to be four years, but in short, it is so long that Lu Zhou can't remember it clearly.

Looking at his son standing at the door, Lu Bangguo smiled and nodded, "It's good to come back, you're not tired on the way, come in and sit...... Who is this? ā€

Lu Zhou moved half a step away and introduced with a smile: "Wang Peng, my driver, you should have seen it." ā€

"Oh, I think about it, look at my memory, it turns out to be Xiao Wang......" Lu Bangguo smiled and said enthusiastically, "Don't stand at the door and talk, come in and sit." ā€

Walking into the living room with the two of them, Lu Bangguo politely brought a cup and a teapot.

If it's just a son, you wouldn't have to be so polite, but after all, there is still a guest here. Although Wang Peng has repeatedly said that it would be good if he didn't exist, it was impossible for such a big living person to be left alone.

"How much has changed at home......

Taking a sip of the hot tea made by his father, looking at the renovated house, Lu Zhou said with some emotion.

The TV was replaced with a 48-inch large screen, and the wall clock hanging on the door frame was also replaced with a new one and moved to another wall.

Maybe it's because life is better, or maybe it's too idle on weekdays, the net pocket of the anti-theft net on the windowsill is full of small clay pots with flowers and plants, and Lu Zhou even saw a few green onion seedlings and garlic leaves.

In his field of vision, many places no longer match the appearance in his memory.

But the only thing that hasn't changed at all is the familiar taste of home.

Fang Mei smiled and said: "You and Xiaotong are not here, and your father is a person who likes to toss, so he and I have renovated the house together, although a lot of furniture and furnishings have been changed, but I thought that you would come back one day, so I didn't let you and Xiaotong's room be moved." ā€

"Really?" Lu Zhou said with a smile, "That's great, I'm still thinking about coming back this time, looking at the old things and nostalgic." ā€

Looking at Wang Peng, who was sitting on the sofa stiffly, Lu Bangguo said with a smile: "Xiao Wang, if you don't stay for dinner, I'll go buy a fish in a while." ā€

"No, no," Wang Peng waved his hand politely and said, "I still have to do something, so I won't disturb your family reunion." ā€

"What's the matter with you?"

Wang Peng coughed lightly and said, "After I send you safely, I still have to register...... There are a few other things. ā€

didn't ask anything in detail, Lu Zhou nodded.

"Alright, I'll leave you out."

When he came out of Lu Zhou's house, Wang Peng raised his hand and rubbed the corner of his eye.

Noticing this action, Lu Zhou couldn't help but be stunned and asked.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing," Wang Peng shook his head, "that's it...... It's a little sad. As a national treasure, you have done so much for science and for this country. ā€

This tall man, who looks like he has experienced some weather, is a little choked up at this moment.

Listening to such a speech, Lu Zhou didn't know how to answer for a while.

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ā€

In fact, he originally wanted to say "You don't have to feel that way, at least I'm still enjoying it", but seeing that this guy was so moved, he couldn't say it.

Misunderstanding is misunderstanding, anyway, it won't drop a piece of meat.

Diverting the topic, Lu Zhou said casually: "Are you looking for a place to live these days?" I am reimbursed for the accommodation......"

Wang Peng: "No, I'll just stay in a nearby guest house." ā€

Lu Zhou shook his head: "Then how can it be done, you don't have to be polite to me, how much is the accommodation fee, you have taken care of your spirits, and I can rest assured when I take the car." ā€

Wang Peng coughed lightly: "You have a little misunderstanding about the hospitality...... In fact, the conditions there are quite good, for example, we travel with official business, and all three meals are reimbursed, so you don't have to worry about this. ā€

And the most important thing is that for them to work in this nature, it is not very convenient to live in a hotel with a mixture of ordinary people. Compared with Lu Zhou, who only considers comfort when staying in a hotel, he still has to consider many factors such as safety, confidentiality, and ease of work......

Hearing this, Lu Zhou stopped persuading and let him go.

……

Seeing the black red flag disappear at the intersection of the community, Lu Zhou turned around and returned home,

The old lady had already started preparing lunch, and the father went out to buy fish, although he wanted to go to the kitchen to help, but he was still blasted out by the old lady on the grounds of not adding to the chaos.

Boredom, Lu Zhou took his computer bag and went to his room.

Although he had made the decision not to work for three days, there seemed to be nothing to do at this time other than work.

Sure enough, he is a person who can't be idle.

took out the notebook from the computer bag, opened it, and put it on the desk that was a little old but still very clean, looking at everything around him, Lu Zhou couldn't help but have a feeling of nostalgia in his heart that he hadn't seen for a long time.

As Mom said, nothing has changed here.

What he looked like when he left, and what he still looked like when he returned, the only difference was that the spotless desk was obviously cleaned regularly.

On a whim, Lu Zhou picked up the photo frame placed in the corner of the table.

It contained his high school graduation photo.

There are his best friends, his tablemates, his teachers, and even the girls who have been ignorantly liked or liked...... And himself, of course.

Looking at the young man in the photo, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a smile.

At that time, although I was a little ignorant and confused about the future, that kind of carefree happiness seemed to be quite nostalgic.

But on the way to the truth, something has to be lost.

After nostalgia for a while, Lu Zhou put the photo aside, calmed down, and looked at the open computer on the table again.

"Before lunch starts, get this out of the way."

Whispering to himself, Lu Zhou's hands on the keyboard were gone.

Suggestions on the Improvement Measures of Jiangcheng Carbon-based Semiconductor Industrial Park (First Draft)

After knocking down the title of this line, Lu Zhou's index finger lightly clicked on the table, and after sorting out his thoughts for a while, he wrote down his suggestions for the improvement of the carbon-based semiconductor industrial park one by one.

Time passed minute by minute, and soon five pages were written.

After checking that there were no omissions, Lu Zhou opened the mailbox, and after sending the completed report to the senior sister and the Science and Industry Bureau respectively, he leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh.

"There shouldn't be any problems."

However, just as he was about to get up and turn off the computer and get up to go outside, an unread email flew into his mailbox.

Subconsciously opened the email, Lu Zhou looked at the sender's location, it was an unfamiliar name.

Paul Robin Krugman...... Note: Princeton Department of Economics?

After staring at the name for a long time, Lu Zhou gradually frowned.

e……

Who is it?