Chapter 114, Evil Rumors (please subscribe!)

Author: March Mazhu

Chapter 114, Evil Rumors (please subscribe!)

The bus is very lively.

Because the money for painting is too rare, 20,000 yuan is too bad, and everyone in the whole vehicle has participated.

Lu An was so angry and vanity that he heard it. Hey, he said it was so low-key, how low-key?

But I never thought that I became a celebrity overnight.

"Master, step on a jio."

When he arrived at the entrance of the alley, Lu An stood up and shouted.

Scream! The brakes were loud, and Lu An disappeared from the entrance of the alley as soon as he got off the car.

"Hey, look, this man really lived in Guifei Lane just now?" The young woman next to her believed in the matter of selling money when Lu An really entered Guifei Lane.

Seeing this, the bus became more lively and the chat became more popular.

The bus is lively, and Guifei Lane is also lively.

For some reason, matchmaker Wu and Li Dong's mother got into trouble again. First, they scolded each other, but later the two sisters-in-law started fighting in the alley. Their faces and necks were covered with scratches and their hair fell all over the floor.

The two women have similar body shapes and have been in a feud for decades. When they fight, they are fierce and equal in time, and they are not distinguished from each other.

But in the middle, matchmaker Wu's man and son entered the market, and Li Dong's mother was immediately at a disadvantage and was slapped on the ground.

At this time, Li Dong and his son were making river food in Zijianghe. After learning that their family members were beaten, they were so angry that they became crazy. The father and son were in a rage and staged a boxing martial arts hall.

When Lu An came back, the fight had come to an end. Matchmaker Wu and his son were tied to a telephone pole without any ties. Matchmaker Wu was pressed into a water tank. If everyone hadn't been holding it to death, Matchmaker Wu would have to be killed.

Someone called the police, and the police almost went into Guifei Lane with Lu An and investigated it, and took the person involved back to the police station without saying a word.

Lu An found Ye Run in the crowd and asked: "What's the matter today?"

Ye Run whispered: "What else can I do? I just quarrel with each other when I meet. But I didn't expect that the matchmaker Wu and his son were stimulated to get involved."

Luan asked: "What excitement?"

Ye Run said: "Li Dong's mother said that matchmaker Wu's son was like the deputy director of a cigarette factory."

A neighbor next to him interrupted: "Not mentioning it, it really looks like it. I have seen the deputy director of the cigarette factory. He has double eyelids, thick eyebrows and big faces, which are very different from the small eyes of matchmaker Wu's man."

Hearing this, Ye Run didn't want to discuss too much, so she pulled Lu An aside and said, "Li Dong's mother was beaten so badly today. There was no good place on her face. The doctor also said that stitches might be sewn in the corner of her eyes. When we look back, we have to persuade Li Dong to tell him not to be impulsive."

Luan stared straight at the other party.

Ye Run said worriedly: "Li Dong just shouted that he would kill Matchmaker Wu's family, I'm afraid of him."

"Don't worry, no, Li Dong is just showing off his breath for a moment, and it will be fine after he gets angry."

After 10 o'clock in the evening, both families were released.

Lu An and Ye Run brought some fruits to visit the No. 8 door sign, and then asked Li Dong: "What does the police station say?"

Li Dong looked depressed: "What else can I say? I want us to reconcile in private."

Ye Run asked: "Your mother was injured and lost money?"

Li Dong said: "They paid 300,"

Lu An and Ye Run looked at each other, but they didn't know what to say for a while.

Luan said, "Let's go, go to my place to have some wine, and sleep with me at night."

Li Dong said fiercely: "I will commit crimes after drinking."

Lu An was speechless and immediately took the words back. At this critical moment, he didn't dare to let him drink even if he beat him to death.

This night, Luan did two sets of questions and did not go to bed until two in the morning.

When he woke up the next day, he immediately asked someone about the news. When he learned that Matchmaker Wu's family was still alive, he fell in love.

It turns out that memory will not go wrong. If the two families follow the historical trajectory, they will have to work at least three more in the next year, and they will be laid off until the cigarette factory is laid off, and the affair between matchmaker Wu and the deputy director completely breaks out, which will end the grudges between the two families.

Time flies very quickly, and before I knew it, May is more than half past.

In the past half month, two major events that sensationalized all the teachers and students of the school occurred in No. 1 Middle School.

One thing is that Liu Hui and the male Shaoqing were admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University.

Liu Hui entered Peking University and the male Shaoqing went to Tsinghua University. This news made thousands of students very exciting. The eyes of the two were completely different, with a little envy and a little jealous.

Why do we have been studying hard for more than ten years? It’s just for the college entrance examination and the single-plank bridge.

But now the two have passed in advance, and they are going to the two most awesome universities in China. Who dares to say that they are not sad?

The second thing is related to Luan.

At around 10 a.m. on May 13, the school received a call from Nankai University.

During the conversation lasting more than ten minutes, the other party clearly expressed his desire to recruit Lu An to enter the Department of Oriental Arts of Nankai University.

The school’s Academic Affairs Office was a little confused. After repeated confirmation, the other party did not make the wrong phone call, nor did the other party find the wrong person. The target of the special recruitment was Lu An, a top student in the school’s liberal arts.

The Academic Affairs Director personally asked: "Why is it the Department of Oriental Art, not another major?"

The other party told him concisely: Nankai University values ​​Lu An’s oil painting attainments and believes that it is worthy of vigorous cultivation.

The academic director was even more confused. After the call, he hurriedly called Zhou Jingni over and asked, "Can Lu An draw?"

Zhou Jingni nodded: "Yes."

The Academic Affairs Director said: "Oil painting?"

Zhou Jingni nodded again, "Yes, oil painting."

The Academic Director asked again: "High level?"

Zhou Jingni smiled and said, "Recently, a rumor circulated in Baoqing. A painting sold for 20,000 yuan. Have you heard of it?"

“Yes, I’ve heard it more than once.”

Then the academic director opened his mouth wide and asked in shock: "No, Xiao Zhou, is this rumor true? Is it Lu An?"

Zhou Jingni said seriously: "It's true, I saw it with my own eyes."

Then she asked: "Director, why did you suddenly ask about this?"

Although she is a small class teacher, her family is not simple. The director often relies on her father to live, and immediately patiently talked about the enrollment of Nankai University.

After that, he ordered: "Xiao Zhou, go and call Lu An and ask him for his opinion."

Zhou Jingni said: "Lu An probably won't go."

At this time, a female teacher who had been listening to Tianshu for a long time couldn't help but ask: "Why don't you go to a school like Nankai University?"

Another male teacher said: "Lu An's grades have a glimmer of chance to be admitted to Tsinghua and Peking University. If it were my student, I wouldn't be willing to let him go."

Lu An was called, but as expected by all the teachers, he refused directly.

I thought the matter had ended here, but the excitement was still behind, so I refused Nankai University. The admissions office of the Central Academy of Fine Arts called, with the same purpose, specially recruited Lu An.

Now the Academic Affairs Office can’t do anything. How awesome is Lu An’s painting? Even the Central Academy of Fine Arts has come?

The director of the teaching and Zhou Jingni looked at Lu An, wondering how he made a decision?

Lu An still refused: "Teacher, I have been studying for so many years and want to go to college normally. Drawing is just my hobby."

This is not his pretending, but his true answer.

In his opinion, painting can only be regarded as a hobby. If it is treated as a full-time job, over time, it will probably gradually lose interest in taking action.

In other words: hobbies can often bring their nature out, while professions are prone to gains and losses, and even anxiety, which gradually turn into a stagnant pool.

Of course, the most important thing is that he has a huge amount of information from later generations, and he is still full of all the kings. In his eyes, painting naturally seems less important.

Can Luan draw?

Is a painting of Lu An sold for 20,000 yuan?

Lu An rejected the special recruitment of Nankai University and the Central Academy of Fine Arts?

These four news are like layers of waves washing the entire No. 1 Middle School teacher group.

If the principal hadn't personally given instructions and asked the teachers to keep it confidential, it would have affected all students.

But even so, some well-informed people still knew about Lu An's rejection of Nankai University and the Central Academy of Fine Arts.

While having lunch in the cafeteria, Wang Lina and the male Shaoqing appeared in front of Lu An.

Wang Lina first circled around him like she was looking at the Western scenery, and then asked: "Luan, everyone said you can draw, right?"

Lu An said with a nod: "It's better, you can draw your boyfriend as your boyfriend, but you won't draw it like Li Dong."

Li Dong complained: "When I draw her boyfriend, I will draw her boyfriend, and I will tell you what I did."

Lu An and Wang Lina said, "You are ugly."

Lu An was unhappy to say this, and his big mouth disrupted his pace of life.
To be continued...