Reborn in the world, starting from looking for relatives for Zheng Juan

"Luo Shibin, do you know what Tu Ziqiang did?"

Lu Tian turned to Luo Shibin and glared at each other.

"Boss, I really don't know.

When Qiangzi came to beg us that day, he showed sincerity and asked us to plead for him in a humble manner. He wanted to see you, but he didn't expect to hold back such a hand.

Boss, it’s all our fault, you can deal with me any way you want.”

After speaking, Luo Shibin also lowered his head.

"That seventh brother, what's his background?"

Lu Tian loosened his fists and looked at the two of them.

"Brother Qi, Brother Qi is a member of the society in Ji Chun Shuo. He is talented and ruthless.

He has seven brothers, and he is the seventh.

His eldest brother is a high-ranking official, and through his brother, he is a powerful influencer in Jichun society." Luo Shibin replied.

"Are you two related to him?" Lu Tian asked again.

"It doesn't matter. Binzi and I both work alone and don't want to form cliques with others."

This time, the mouth was opened by water flowing by itself.

"Then, stay away from these people. Especially you, you have clearly seen who Tu Ziqiang is. You can no longer associate with him in the future."

Lu Tian pointed at the water flowing by itself and scolded.

"I...I know that I will never associate with him again."

Different from the last time when he reluctantly agreed to Lu Tian not to associate with Tu Ziqiang, this time, Shui Ziliu's tone was much firmer. He seemed to have made up his mind and would not associate with Tu Ziqiang anymore.

Lu Tian knew in his heart that this determination would be painful for Shui Ziliu.

But the long-term pain is not as good as the short-term pain. For him, this is also a rebirth.

"That's good. Don't you want me to take care of you? I've thought about it."

"How come?" Luo Shibin tried to ask.

"From tomorrow to the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, I want to rest at home for today. If there is nothing else, you can work more on the waste of phototypes.

Is this okay?"

Lu Tian looked at the two of them.

"Boss, is that all?" Luo Shibin raised his teeth again.

"Yes, that's it."

"There's no problem at all. You can stay at home if you like. My brother will do all the writing and writing work." Luo Shibin said with a grin.

"Binzi, you are really good at getting things done, and you will be a person who will do great things in the future.

By the way, Brother Shui, don’t forget one thing. You promised that girl to go see a doctor on the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, so you must go then."

Lu Tian patted Shui Ziliu on the shoulder.

"I, remember." Shui Ziliu nodded.

"Just remember, I'm leaving."

After saying that, Lu Tian turned around and strode out of the courtyard gate.

Looking at Lu Tian's leaving figure, Luo Shibin couldn't help but sigh: "Brother Shui, this is a strange man. If you stay with him in the future, you won't have to worry about anything in your life."

"Um……"

The water flowed by itself, straightening my waist and stroking my hair.

…

Phototype film, Zhou family.

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, after settling down Zheng's mother and Guangming, Lu Tian and Zheng Juan set off for Zhou's house.

The Zhou family's usual dinner is around six o'clock in the evening. Now that it's the Spring Festival, most people only have two meals, and the meal starts around three or four o'clock in the afternoon.

The Zhou family is no exception.

Before Lu Tian and Zheng Juan arrived, Li Suhua, with the help of Zhou Bingyi and Zhou Rong, had already wrapped the dumplings. He waited until Lu Tian and Zheng Juan arrived to put them into the pot.

Since Lu Tian and Zheng Juan came to the Zhou family on the first day of the Lunar New Year, the children of the Zhou family have looked forward to being able to interact with them often.

Zhou Bingyi and Hao Dongmei became very interested in Lu Tian's life experience.

Zhou Rong also had a special affection for Lu Tian's poems or the people who wrote them.

Zhou Bingkun, on the other hand, was quite simple. He just wanted to thank Lu Tian for giving him the monthly bus pass. With these monthly passes, it would be much more convenient for him to go to the Jichun City Art Troupe.

At almost three o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Tian and Zheng Juan arrived at Zhou's house.

Li Suhua was steaming dumplings alone in the outer room. Zhou Rong, Hao Dongmei and Zheng Juan wanted to help, but Li Suhua said no.

It is not easy for young people to get together. The dumplings have been made, and the rest of the work can be done by myself.

The back room has become the world of young people.

After getting acquainted in the first grade of junior high school, the Zhou family were no longer strangers to Lu Tian and Zheng Juan. They sat around the Kang table and talked about everything.

They talked about everything, but in fact they talked about literature the most.

Zhou Bingyi, Zhou Rong and Hao Dongmei are all pure literary youths, while Zhou Bingkun can also be considered a literature lover and is engaged in literary and artistic work.

However, what Zhou Bingyi, Zhou Rong and Hao Dongmei talked about were traditional literature, especially the classics of Soviet Russia. Apart from vaguely remembering the titles of these masterpieces, Lu Tian had no idea about the contents.

As a result, everyone talked to each other and every time they communicated with Lu Tian, ​​Lu Tian could only talk to him around, and he was tired of dealing with it.

Later, when he really had nothing to say, Lu Tian told a few people about Jin Yong's martial arts novels. After all, compared with "The Lord of Mysteries" and "Dafeng Dagengren" that he talked about before, Jin Yong's martial arts novels are from this era.

product.

When Zhou Rong asked about the source, Lu Tian said that he read it through a special channel.

It sounds reasonable.

Jin Yong's world of martial arts filled the literary youths of the Zhou family with curiosity. As soon as Lu Tian opened his mouth, he started asking questions. But Lu Tian had no choice but to try his best to satisfy the curiosity of the literary youths of the Zhou family and talk about it tirelessly.

From "The Swordsman" to "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" to "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". In fact, Lu Tian has not read all of Jin Yong's books. There are many film and television works that cannot stand the adaptation, basically

I can still tell a thing or two about the plot.

In this special era, hearing these is equally fascinating and can't stop.

Because she was so involved, Li Suhua brought the dumplings to the table, and several people chatted non-stop with Lu Tian.

Seeing this, Li Suhua smiled with a smile on her face: "It's time to eat dumplings. Let's chat after eating the dumplings. If you don't eat them, they will be cold."

"Mom, the novels told by Brother Lu are really good. Let's wait until he finishes speaking before eating." Zhou Bingkun said softly.

"Isn't it the same thing to talk after eating? If you don't eat, I will eat it myself."

"Mom, I listen to you. Let's talk after eating."

With that said, Zhou Bingyi got off the kang and got off the ground.

Seeing Zhou Bingyi come to the table, others also came down to the ground and sat around the table.

Because they wanted to continue listening to Lu Tian's Jin Yong novels, they ate the meal very quickly. Zhou Bingyi, Zhou Bingkun and Lu Tian didn't drink either.

After clearing the dining table, everyone got on the Kang table again and sat around the Kang table, listening to Lu Tian vividly talk about the joyful Jianghu in martial arts novels.

As he was talking, the sound of crackling firecrackers sounded outside the house.

I don't know who sent a few magic bombs to bloom in the air, and the gorgeous fireworks were reflected into the house through the windows nailed with plastic sheets.

In this situation, Zhou Rong inadvertently recited:

"Smoke is not smoke, flowers are not flowers

put it together

Just a dazzling ball of numbness

roots

Thousand-year-old rock formations

A nerve that touches the heart

tug gently

My heart is knotted, I will show you the pain slowly

The pain lasts for hundreds of years

bloom at night

Evolve.Fly.Beautiful.

A dynasty of national beauty and fragrance

A few flowers, after turning around gorgeously

The sky falls into intoxication and numbness

Leave loneliness to the night

Falling into deep thought..."

Seeing his sister's full and affectionate expression, Zhou Bingkun blinked his eyes, looked at Zhou Rong and said, "Sister, this poem was written by Feng Huacheng again, right?"