Chapter 80 What Do You Mean?

"What? Is this a love letter from Lu Yuan?"

"Hold the grass, so young!"

"It's really young, I didn't expect Lu Yuan to still be at that age."

"Yeah, it's interesting. It seems that Alice in "To Alice" is the object of the love letter. I guess it's a kind of nostalgia for Lu Yuan?"

"Wait, why did I feel that the smell of this love letter seemed a bit wrong after seeing the end? I can't believe that I am the only one in the whole world who thinks so!"

"I seem to be too..."

"and many more!"

"The last sentence seems to be..."

"Hahaha, my day!"

"What the hell is this!"

"Hahaha, I can't take it anymore, Lu Yuan, Lu Manzi, do you want to laugh at me to death and inherit my inheritance?"

"I'm a simple netizen, I don't know what you guys are talking about, although I am also laughing..."

"Could it be that Lu Er Gouzi had already started to be dirty at that time? Young? Fucking young!"

"Wait, why do I suddenly want to make an emoji?"

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"What happen to you guys?"

When Lu Yuan returned to the company and walked in, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little weird.

Fatty Wei, Li Qing, and Lu Yihong looked at Lu Yuan as if they were meeting Lu Yuan for the first time and wanted to laugh, but they held back their laughter.

The faces of the three looked quite red.

"No... nothing..."

Fatty Wei shook his head, but his eyes were still staring at Lu Yuan, as if he wanted to see Lu Yuan thoroughly inside and out.

It was like meeting Lu Yuan for the first time.

"Nervous, I'm going to bed first, you guys are yelling at me."

Lu Yuan didn't want to be bothered with Fatty Wei, he moved his body, then yawned for a long time, and he began to feel drowsy.

He slept for several hours on the plane, although he was still in first class, but he didn't sleep very well.

So always in that lethargic feeling.

He planned to lie down and talk later.

"Ayuan, is Venice fun?"

However, when Lu Yuan took off his shoes and was about to lie down, Fatty Wei and Li Qing came to Lu Yuan shyly, with smiles so cheap that one wanted to slap him!

Lu Yihong looked at the script and pretended to be serious, but he kept looking in Lu Yuan's direction from the corner of his eye.

"Venice is okay, what's wrong?"

"No...I just think...it's okay, just ask."

"What do you think?" Lu Yuan was a little hairy when he was stared at by Fatty Wei.

"Nothing... nothing..."

"Ah Yuan, is the ocean horse easy to ride..." Li Qing held his breath and finally couldn't help asking.

"Day! What kind of person am I?" Lu Yuan was speechless after seeing Li Qing's expression of being meaner than Fatty Wei.

What's the matter with these two bastards?

What the hell am I going to play outside?

When I saw it, it looked very serious, right?

"Hey, Lao Li, what the hell are you talking about? Our Ayuan is so pure, kind, and honest, how could he ride a big ocean horse? He is loyal to his feelings and regards death as home..." Wei The fat man glared at Li Qing suddenly. Although his expression was serious, the anger in his eyes almost made Lu Yuan vomit!

"Day, what the hell are you guys doing, let the fart go! I'm going to sleep!" Lu Yuan was almost vomited by Fatty Wei.

What are these two going to do?

Brain show funny?

"Cough, cough, I originally thought that you were a natural pretender, and you must have been a coquettish and cheap person in your student days, but I didn't expect that your student days were so...pure..."

"It's just a yarn, didn't you see the content behind it? Especially the last sentence, I think A Yuan was really bad to the bone when he was a student!" Li Qing retorted suddenly.

"When you said it like that, I suddenly felt that it meant it...Damn it, could it be that A Yuan had already..."

"Crap! What the hell are you talking about!" Lu Yuan looked at these two sluts who were going back and forth, feeling completely confused.

These two are really cheap!

"The love letter you wrote to a female classmate was exposed?"

"Love letter? What love letter?"

"You pretend? You still pretend, there are special articles on Weibo that reveal your student days..."

"What? My school days?"

Li Qing turned around and took a notebook from the side, opened the notebook's Weibo content and handed it to Lu Yuan. At the same time, his smile was as bright as a blooming red chrysanthemum, so bright that Lu Yuan's hairs stood on end!

"nerve……"

Lu Yuan took the notebook, then opened the page and looked at the pictures on the notebook.

It appears to be a piece of paper...

The paper was yellowing from the water and looked old.

Although the words on the paper were crooked, one could vaguely recognize what was written on it.

As long as the brain is not bad, everyone knows that this is a love letter.

The love writing is affectionate, with yearning and yearning for the girl revealed between the lines, and even the youthful confession words such as death as home, loyalty and loyalty, which look like a second grade, and the last sentence sent a message to the girl "after class I would like to treat you to a sausage, can I?" invitation.

This is a youthful story.

Perhaps in that era, this was a youthful story, and it was just an ordinary story.

But if this love letter is placed in modern times...

The last sentence sounds weird, especially when Lu Yuan's name is signed...

Below the picture of the love letter are scattered descriptions of Lu Yuan's student days.

The article revealed how Lu Yuan kept a low profile, how not outstanding, how innocent, how shy, and even boldly speculated that Alice in "To Alice" was Lu Yuan's confession in his student days. Object, Lu Yuan composed this piano piece in memory of the youthful and beautiful love that has long since passed away...

The revelations and speculations were originally not a big problem. Many things were about Lu Yuan’s youthful age. At most, Lu Yuan just smiled and didn’t take it seriously. Anyway, he didn’t write the love letter himself. Besides, after so many years, who still remembers it? These love letters? Who has not been impulsive?

Who is still young?

Everything is normal, isn't it?

However, when Lu Yuan saw the comments below, he suddenly became speechless.

"Hold the grass!"

Lu Yuan saw this article, and then looked at the large group of people who said "I want to treat you to a sausage" "After class, do you want to eat my sausage?" "Everyone, do you want to eat sausage?" "Sausage, do you want it?" What?" "Do you have sausages? I do!" After all kinds of comments and Lu Yuan's "fake" smile at the Venice awards, things that were originally very young suddenly turned crooked.

Not only crooked, but dirty!

"Ayuan, you and your sausage... are on fire! Weibo headlines, post bar emoticons, and even browser hot searches are full of sausages..." Fatty Wei suddenly laughed when he saw the latest comment.

"Hahahaha! Ah Yuan, you're amazing. Didn't you think you've been planning since you were a child? Hahaha..." Lu Yihong, who had been suppressing himself and pretending to read the script, suddenly burst into laughter, laughing so hard that tears fell down his face.

He's an actor with a great work ethic and generally doesn't smile.

Unless you can't help it.

Now, when he saw the comments from sand sculpture netizens, he couldn't help it...

"..." Lu Yuan took a deep breath after putting down the notebook.

In my memory, the original Lu Yuan did write a love letter, and he did simply invite the girl he liked to eat grilled sausages at the canteen downstairs for 50 cents each.

This is normal isn't it?

A young boy invites a young girl to eat grilled sausages, is there a problem?

No problem at all!

but……

What do you mean by calling me Lu Dashui Demon King on the Internet?

Moreover, what does it mean that the post bars and Weibo on all major forums have exploded?

What do you do when you're full?

really...

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Bomei Art Museum, Italy.

"Daniel, are you here again?"

"Well, here I am again."

"I'm sorry, Daniel, with all due respect, I know you were once a very good artist, but that was only once, ten years, and you have never produced a work with aura... You know that ten years means Does it mean something? It means that the glory is no longer... Too many young artists have emerged in these years, you... are old..."

"Look at my work first!"

"Our theme this time is decadence and new life, have you captured the aura?"

"Well, I caught it."

"Okay! Show me."

"Um."

"Huh? This theme...it seems...wait a minute, I seem to see a hint of flavor..."

"There is one more!"

"This photo... this..."