Chūn Guāng Zhèn Hái Zài Chūn Guāng Zhèn Hái Zài (33)

  The rice flower bookshelf has both radish and green vegetables

  He turned his head and looked at me, frankly acknowledging: "Yeah, I saw you before on a forum."

  "You should thank him, if it wasn't for his approval, we wouldn't have been able to spend so much money to invite you over."

  He didn't respond and continued asking me: "Are you going back to London?"

  "Let's see, after staying abroad for a long time, I feel quite bored. Go back to China and live for a while, and then go back when you're tired of it."

  Lu You fell silent for a moment before speaking in a calm tone: "It's fine this way, after all there are people both domestically and internationally."

  "What do you mean by that, Director Lu."

  Lu Yu didn't respond, looking at me with a gentle expression as if what he had just said was the most normal fact.

  Actually, whether or not I explain it doesn't make a difference. What I say he may not believe anyway, and it's also not worth changing the impression of me in his heart.

  Zhang Qiu timely cut in: "We've arrived at the station, I think it's still early, why don't we find a place to eat dinner nearby and then go to the hotel?"

  The train arrived at 6:45 sharp, the station was crowded with people coming and going. We simply had a meal and then five of us took two taxis to the hotel. The location of this hotel is not bad, although it's in the city center but also quiet, typical western-style decoration style which I like very much. On the bed were silver sheets and blue quilt covers with silver edges, milky white carpet, and a single sofa chair with blue and red corners was placed at the corner of the room.

  I made a cup of lemon water and sat on the sofa to read a small travel note about Africa. The night in City C is not as vibrant as City B, with its red lanterns and green wine. Looking out the window, I only see the dark night sky.

  Around 10 pm, I went to take a bath and was planning to sleep. My hair was half-dried when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, Fu Andong, wearing a T-shirt, beach shorts, and slippers, stood outside. He looked just like the boss of a Southeast Asian fruit stand.

  "How did you get here?"

  "He smiled: 'Isn't it to help you save face?'"

  "Aren't you not coming? Don't tell me you flew back from Sanya."