Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Thorn of Missing

Imperial Hotel.

Lu Shanhe's rare attendance is only because the major shareholder's family has added a grandson.

As today's host, Qiao Zhen is also enthusiastic about entertaining every distinguished guest.

In fact, this grandson of the Qiao family was born after some hardships.

A year ago, Shang Feige, who originally claimed to be pregnant, was actually not pregnant, but was rarely pregnant in half a year after marriage.

Lu Yiyou took off his heavy coat and handed it to the assistant, and then sat down in the VIP seat.

Lu Shanhe sent a group of people to toast and pull relations, and after sitting down, their faces were not good.

After all, this is a grandson banquet, someone else's.

Lu Yiyou also sensed the emotions of the people around him.

The already unhappy mood suddenly became even more unsatisfactory.

He picked up the wine glass, the clear scarlet liquid shaking, "Grandpa, say whatever you want." ”

At such an age, it's not comfortable to hold on.

Lu Shanhe's old eyes wandered around, he had sighed again and again in the past, but not tonight.

He asked, "Yiyou, I heard that you haven't eaten much lately, what's the matter?" ”

Lu Yiyou took a sip of wine without hurrying, the wine is good wine, but if the person who drinks it has no intention of tasting it, then everything is a little bitter.

He laughed, "Grandpa, I don't want to be like most of the businessmen here, after thirty, I can't hide my beer belly." ”

Lu Yiyou lightly brushed aside his anorexia.

Lu Shanhe looked at the businessmen who came and went around him, and then sighed, "You don't want to be like the vast majority of businessmen, so you handed over all the information about land resources in your hand to the bureau?" ”

Lu Yiyou frowned coldly, it seems that the account book that should be calculated still has to be calculated.

Lu Shanhe knocked on the dragon crutch in his hand, and was a little awake, "Do you know how many real estate tycoons you have offended?" Those people usually want to squeeze our Lu family off the top of their hands, do you still think their anger is not big enough? ”

Lu Yiyou put down his wine glass and did not speak.

Even Jack on the side was nervous.

Originally, this matter was Mr. Lu's fault, and he really shouldn't have exchanged some secret information in his hands for that villa.

Because of the leakage of these information, some people in the real estate industry did suffer this time.

It is as big as the leading real estate company in City A, and even Cheng Manjiao's shopping mall is involved.

These people, when they were trading land, more or less went through some back doors and violated some basic rules.

"Grandpa, I ......"

Lu Yiyou was speechless for a while, and finally said awe-inspiringly, "I really didn't do it properly in this matter, but grandpa, if you knew what that villa meant to me, you probably wouldn't say that." ”

Lu Shanhe knew that the young people were full of vigor and blood now, but he couldn't accept that his grandson, who had always been cold and wise and wise, would become like this.

"What's the point?" He frowned, what could be more important than those powerful connections?

Lu Yiyou's abrupt Adam's apple moved up and down, and from not far away, it was extremely sexy.

"What if someone wants to move Grandpa's seaside villa? Can grandpa promise not to be like me? ”

Lu Yiyou stared at the majestic and merciful elder in front of him.

The seaside villa is the only place where grandma lived before leaving.

Lu Shanhe suddenly bowed his head a little sadly, "Forget it, this time it won't be your kid's account, but——"

The elder changed his words, "Your kid will be thirty in two years, and if you don't marry a wife and have children, your grandmother will be born angry!" ”

His dragon crutch clicked three times in a row, and it sounded loudly.

It was rare to receive the anger from his grandfather, and Lu Yiyou couldn't buffer it for a while, so he could only frown and widen the distance between the two.

"This weekend, go on a date with Cheng Shiman!"

"Grandpa..."

"Don't call me grandpa, I don't have your unfilial grandson, have you ever thought about how your grandma feels in heaven?"

“......”

Where did he have time to think about the feelings of his grandmother in heaven, he couldn't even take care of his own feelings now.

A familiar voice was heard not far away, and the host was walking towards them with a smile on his face.

Shang Feige, who is already a wife, does not have the aura of maternal love as he imagined, but has a little more ...... Copper smell.

Qiao Zhen was toasting to them, and before Lu Yiyou could drink a sip of wine, he heard Shang Feige leaning into Qiao Qian's arms, and said coquettishly, "Qiao Qian~ When will you take someone to France for shopping?" ”

Qiao Qian's face was a little disgusted as usual, and he said perfunctorily: "Go by yourself next week and swipe my card." ”

Shang Feige was secretly happy, but he couldn't hide the corners of his mouth.

All this fell perfectly into Lu Yiyou's eyes.

He snorted disdainfully.

It caught Qiao Zhen's attention, "What's wrong?" Mr. Lu is not satisfied with me today? ”

Lu Yiyou put down his wine glass and shook his head, quipping, "How could it be?" Even if I could, I wouldn't dare to show it, otherwise my grandfather would be unhappy again. ”

"Lu Yiyou!" Lu Shanhe shouted.

Lu Yiyou's disgust for the major shareholder Qiao in front of him can even be seen clearly by others.

He didn't have to worry about a person who was constantly thinking about how to snatch Lu Shiren away.

But the old school of people always cares a lot about the remaining etiquette between people.

Lu Yiyou knew that he didn't need these things anymore, so he was always unscrupulous when dealing with these people he hated.

Behind Qiao Zhen, Shang Feige's smug face made him feel disgusted.

Maybe a year ago, he was a little disgusted by everything about that person.

Cheng Manjiao took a glass of wine and swayed over like a noblewoman, and her posture showed the demeanor of the master.

Since her daughter married into the wealthy family of the Qiao family, Cheng Manjiao's life has also followed the breeze and rain.

nominally owns the entire Shang style, but in fact, he enjoys the unlimited benefits and fame brought by the Qiao family.

Lu Yiyou smiled faintly, and the remaining half of the wine in the wine glass was drunk like this.

Jack leaned over with some concern and whispered, "Mr. Lu, don't drink too much, it hurts your body." ”

I'm afraid that only Jack who was present knew that Mr. Lu had not finished his rice today, and he drank on an empty stomach and hurt himself.

For him, anorexia, it is undoubtedly worse.

At night, the wind in the city is very empty, and in this cold winter season, it is even a little biting.

Jack slowed down the car worriedly and looked back, "Mr. Lu, why don't I close the window?" ”

The cold wind was biting, and the chill was abrupt.

Lu Yiyou shook his head with a pair of confused eyes, "No." ”

It seems that wine is indeed not a good thing, and when you drink too much, you will dissipate your reason.

The past is vivid.

Even a smile, a hair, a dress.

Even the woman's inadvertent small gesture of holding the ends of her hair in her ears would linger in his mind for a long time.

Lu Yiyou insisted on opening the car window and letting the cold wind blow through, as if only in this way could he keep his brain clear and control his thoughts.

“jack。”

Lu Yiyou's low voice came through the back seat, and Jack glanced at Mr. Lu from the rearview mirror, he was like an unsuspecting ordinary person, nestled in the back seat of the car, ordinary enough to be attacked by pain.

"Huh?"

"What time is it?"

Jack was stunned, but he didn't expect Mr. Lu to ask like this.

In fact, a long time ago, Lu Yiyou didn't pay much attention to things like the day of the month.

Even, there is some rejection.

It's like anorexia, and it's misogyny.

His office was so simple that it was unbelievably simple, and the calendars that he could see on weekdays had been removed.

Even, the employees can't discuss such a thing as time in front of him.

On his phone screen, there was only one empty time.

It took a long time for Jack Muna to say, "December thirty-one." ”

Lu Yiyou nestled in the luxurious car seat, closed his inky eyes, and rolled his eyelids.

Oh, she's been gone for a year or two.

Moscow Redsquare

Because Penny's family was going to drive from St. Petersburg to Red Square for New Year's Eve, they simply pulled two people who had nowhere to go on the holiday.

It was lively in the car.

Andre drove slowly and happily to country music, and in the passenger seat sat Penny's mother, Ren Lingling, a knowledgeable Chinese woman.

Shang Feiwu sat in the middle of the back seat, a place that made her uneasy because she was really not used to having people on both sides.

Penny hummed a song on the radio, in a cheerful mood.

Gu Lang looked at the architectural history book in his hand, and didn't seem to be looking forward to the New Year's Eve on Red Square.

Shang Feiwu looked at him, this boy, like himself, liked to read everywhere he went.

"What are you looking at?" Gu Lang raised his head and met her gaze.

Shang Feiwu smiled, "I always thought that your heart was bright, and that's why I thought about what Ertai said. ”

"Oh?" He was interested, "What words?" ”

"Reading brightens people's eyes."

"Then why are you studying?" Gu Lang asked.

Shang Feiwu shrugged, today she is willing to talk to people for a while, because of the one-year pass of the preparatory department, officially joining the Repin Academy of Fine Arts made her happy for a long time.

"Sometimes reading books is a clever way to avoid thinking, and I just don't want to think too much."

Shang Feiwu laughed self-deprecatingly.

In Gu Lang's eyes, the woman next to him laughed, so attractive.

She was like an interesting and philosophical storybook, and he wanted to open it so much.

"But you know, it's shallow on paper, and you never know that you have to do it......"

Gu Lang paused, "Many times, I feel that you are always staying at home to learn to paint and read, but you seem to rarely act. ”

He wanted to try to encourage her, go out and walk more, and apply the books he read to practice.

Shang Fei's face suddenly became like a palette.

She knew that if others didn't mention it unexpectedly, if it wasn't for the moonless night, if it wasn't for the occasion, she wouldn't think of that person.

But now, just because, after finally feeling shallow on paper, she would never know that this matter would come from Lu You, a poet with almost the same name as him, and she would be full of figures shaking in her head.

Andre parked his car in front of the crowded street, Redsquare was close in front of him, and when he looked out of the window, he was bustling with laughter and laughter, and even the fireworks in the square were brilliant.

The sound of bustling laughter is touching.

She looked at the wisp of colorful fireworks at the top, silently dim.

"Lu Yiyou, on Chinese New Year's Eve in Moscow's Red Square, we drove for several hours from St. Petersburg, and finally caught up with this last fireworks, and the colorful fireworks in the sky seemed to be unable to match the peerless face of your quiet years. Someone told me a poem by Lu You today, and the first person that popped up in my mind was you. So, what about you? When you see a familiar scene and hear the words about my name by chance, do you instantly feel overwhelmed? Or am I dead in your heart, as I am in their eyes. What should I do, Lu Yiyou, the thorn of longing seems to have nailed the rib that I breathe. No matter how many books I read, no matter how many paintings I paint, how many nights I have studied, how many nights I have walked, and how hard I work to fulfill my days, I can't even hide the characters associated with your name. ”