The people around him cast extremely envious eyes at this lucky person, and they felt that it was no different from winning the five million prize!

Someone with a cell phone could not help but secretly take it out and take a side photo of Lu Zian carefully pointing to others, posting to Moments or something.

One passes to ten, ten passes to hundreds.

This circle is not big or small, especially the matter of Baigong Sect, which involves a wide range of issues.

Anyone who comes to Baigong School has gained some fame in their respective circles. Even if they don’t know each other, they will pay attention to it secretly.

Now that this circle of friends is posted, it is instantly taken by someone, and various social tools have begun to forward it one after another.

It turns out that when I went to Baigong School to study, I was not just the advice of Lu Zi'an!

Will Lu Zian actually be there in person and teach him step by step?

【One to one? Suddenly ready to move!】

[It's okay to think too much. Master Lu is so busy. They are simply lucky.]

【That's true, and I feel that Master Lu won't teach you step by step.】

Regarding these discussions, Lu Ahui finally made a simple conclusion: [Step by step? Sorry, there is no such rule in Baigongmen. It’s still the same sentence. Master brings it in and practices with his own personal experience.]

This is really rude, but because of the slight distance, it makes people more accepting.

However, Lu Zian personally gave advice and explained that this was a good enough gimmick, and there was no need to add anything else.

The media reprinted it one after another, so Lu Zian never expected that he would have been on a hot search again after a casual walk.

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

He sighed helplessly: "Is this hot search worthless? Why do I feel like I'm on the hot search every time?"

"Haha, that's because you're famous, there's nothing you can do about it." Feng Xiaoxun is now proud and sits in the spacious office and smiles happily: "Hot searches are not that easy. It's just because it's you that it feels like it's easy."

"How is that..."

"That's necessary." Feng Xiaoxun lowered his voice: "By the way, [Fulan] needs me to give you an exclusive interview? I contacted Qinghua and he had to ask what you mean."

Only then did Lu Zian remember that since the entire project started, he seemed to have left it behind. He was too busy, and he believed in cleanliness, so it was nothing serious.

But it's an exclusive interview...

He thought about it, but refused: "No need for the time being. Construction is underway. You can't interview anything, and the drawings cannot be leaked, and it will be useless if you make them."

"That's true." Feng Xiaoxun still listened to him very much and nodded immediately: "I mainly thought that Qingwei feels very stressful when doing things now. We all know that it is very good for [Fullan], but the architectural industry has mixed reviews. Before it is completed, Qingwei is afraid that it will have to bear a lot of pressure."

"Pressure is motivation, I believe he can hold on."

After the two of them were chattering for a while, Lu Zian closed the thread.

Although Feng Xiaoxun suggested that he understand the entire project of [Fulan] in the architectural industry, Lu Zi'an still did not consider it.

What's the point of knowing it?

He will not modify [Furan] for their opinion.

Just as he was in deep thought, he suddenly heard a cheerful laughter coming from the door.

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

After Manman went to Beiyi, his mother was very nervous, but Manman couldn't video during military training. Fortunately, Qiqi just happened to come back, and his mother finally smiled again on her face.

"Grandma, the teacher praised me today. She praised me for writing very well and also praised me for writing well!" Qiqi followed Lu Ma's side and chatted, sharing what she saw and heard at school.

Mother Lu smiled and said, "Oh, my Qiqi is great! What did you write in the composition?"

"I wrote about my favorite person! I wrote about my grandfather!" Qiqi said, taking out the composition text from her schoolbag.

"Then I have to take a good look at my Qiqi composition. Oh, this word is indeed well written and very neat!" Even Dad Lu couldn't help but praise him.

However, after they read the composition down, the smile on their faces slowly restrained.

Qiqi is a miserable child. Compared with her peers, her compositions are less immature and more vicissitudes.

Between the lines, she did not write about how hard she and her grandfather had lived, nor even wrote about the sadness she had experienced before.

She was just memorizing how good her grandfather was to her.

At the end of the article, she wrote a heartfelt expression: [I miss my grandfather so much, it would be great if my grandfather would be with me all his life.]

After reading this sentence, the emotional Lu Ma's eyes turned red.

"...Well written, grandpa will be rewarded!" Dad Lu was worried that what she said would cause Qiqi to be sad, so he quickly pulled Qiqi away: "Grandpa will take you to buy ice cream! You can choose it!"

"It's so good!" Ren Qiqi happily grabbed Pa Lu's big hand and jumped out.

Ma Lu held the composition text and read it again and again. She couldn't help but wiped her tears secretly.

"Mom." Lu Zian patted her shoulder comfortably.

"I was thinking, Mr. Ren is really pitiful. Look, the day after tomorrow, the Chinese New Year will be the day after tomorrow. No one in the Ren family can burn him. It is not realistic to ask Qiqi to go back. Otherwise, I will get a tablet here and burn some money for him..." Lu Ma sighed deeply: "I have been suffering for a lifetime, and I will live a better life even if I die."

Although Lu Zian didn't believe this, he did not object: "You can do it, I have no objection."

Although he personally thinks it is just psychological comfort when he says it, sometimes people do need this kind of spiritual comfort.

Because I was worried about the three people who were still in the study, Lu Zian went upstairs when his mother's mood eased.

While cleaning up, Lu's mother was still muttering: "There is also Mr. Bai, alas, my father-in-law's spiritual position needs to be re-made..."

Lu Zi'an paused as he went upstairs. He recalled it in his mind and couldn't remember his grandfather's face.

It seems that it hasn't been a few years, but why do you feel that many years have passed since some memories?

Now when he recalled the past, he seemed to have lost all the hatreds he had towards his grandfather.

Everyone in the world suffers, and everyone has unspeakable difficulties. The dead are gone, so let the past go with the wind.

"Master Lu! You are back!" A happy voice interrupted his thoughts.

Lu Zian looked up and found that it was the executive editor looking at him happily.

"Sorry, I went out." Lu Zian walked in calmly: "Have you finished watching?"

The editor-in-chief held the manuscript and was still reluctant to let go: "I read it once, I'm reading it for the second time, but I haven't finished it yet. Master Lu, are all your personal experiences?"

Why did you ask this? Lu Zian was a little surprised, but nodded: "Yes."

"It's really..." The editor-in-chief pondered, as if he didn't know what language to describe this feeling.

He frowned, his expression cautious, and his nasolabial folds seemed to be a little deeper than usual: "It's really... amazing, but each craft is very simple and down-to-earth. This feeling is really..."

The president of the publisher couldn't put it down and couldn't bear to lift his eyes. He said without thinking: "I've already read it three times anyway. If it weren't for the original manuscript, I really wanted to take it back to collect it."

Faced with many praises and admiration, Lu Zi'an remained calm and only smiled faintly and said about the award.

The executive editor observed silently, and couldn't help but take a slight breath of air conditioning in his heart.

Obviously, Lu Zian has a clear idea of ​​his manuscripts.

Yes, if Master Lu has such an identity, it would be really unreasonable if he really uses this item to make up his numbers.

After this was true, the executive editor did not hesitate anymore and expressed his thoughts that he had been thinking about after seeing the manuscript: "Master Lu, I have an idea about this printing."

"Hmm?" Lu Zian looked at him in confusion: "I would like to hear it carefully."

"I read this book in my hand and I even remember a lot of the contents very clearly." The executive editor looked at Lu Zi'an, with clear eyes and said word by word: "I think your handwriting is already very good. In some places, your strokes can also reveal your thoughts. If you can print it with your current manuscript, it is actually the most restored."

Usually when they print, the author gives the text and then adds illustrations, and prints it directly after type.

But that's the other person.

Seeing that no one objected, the executive editor looked at him like a stern, his voice became clearer and more affirmative: "I think Master Lu's book should not be in the same printed form, but such words should be!"

It's unique, he knows.

This idea is also very strange, and he knows it too.

But when he saw this manuscript, this idea was always in his mind and could not be removed!

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

Lu Zian didn't say anything.

The editor-in-chief couldn't speak for a long time.

The president, who had been lowering his head, slowly raised his head, and a gleam flashed in his eyes, and suddenly he closed his book and praised: "Good idea!"

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

I have seen the most suitable one. If I use any font to replace it in my mind, I will not be able to achieve such an effect in front of me.

The three hit it off: "Although it's a bit difficult, we will try our best to print the best results!"

Lu Zian didn't know much about printing, so he was naturally irrelevant: "It's OK, it's OK, it's okay."

So even if this matter is finalized and with official support, printing will 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 masters 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 for someone to write a preface for him.
Chapter completed!