Second-Hand Love Letter

Chapter 13: Secondhand Love Letters 13

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Lu Yong's grades in physics and chemistry are surprisingly good. The teacher who teaches science smiles when he sees him. They are top classes, and their scores in the senior high school entrance examination are not too different. big.

But only Shen Wenqiu knew that not only did Lu Yong's test scores beat others by a large margin, but they were still struggling with circuit problems. Lu Yong had already started researching in his small studio in private.

This is so attractive to boys, it's so cool, isn't it!

Shen Wenqiu didn't tell other friends—because if he said it, he would only provoke ridicule for no reason, and now he doesn't like to play with his good friends in junior high school—he occasionally lies to these people perfunctorily, weekends and holidays They all sneaked to Lu Yong's house and spent all their pocket money on this studio.

"Even if it's my entry funds, anyway, if I don't spend it here, I just spend it on sneakers or playing games. I think the money is worth it. From now on, this will be our secret base." Lu Yong proposed After questioning, Shen Wenqiu said so.

"You have to discuss it with me, and you can't spend money randomly." Lu Yong didn't refuse the kindness, and seriously counted Shen Wenqiu as his partner.

They have since upgraded their "studio", although in the eyes of adults, it is more like a toy room for two children.

Especially when it was summer vacation, Shen Wenqiu happily ran to Lu Yong's house, every day, every day, his father couldn't see it, so he packed his luggage for him, packed his son, and said, "Trouble Uncle Zhao all day long. Drive, why don't you just stay here. If you need anything, call Dad."

—Uncle Zhao is his father's driver, usually only responsible for taking his father to and from get off work and socializing, and occasionally picking up the children.

Shen Wenqiu was very happy. His father is even more reassuring. In his father's eyes, Lu Yong is the most honest man in the world. He is Shen Wenqiu's sincere friend. He is different from the friends he made before. He never pulls him to play games or coaxes him money.

Father Shen has always felt that his son is obedient, but he looks like a young master. He used to call this kind of person a young master, what does that mean? The young master of the rich family in the old days didn't have much experience in the world, and every time he was flattered by a group of people, he would be coaxed into a daze, taken to eat, drink, whore and gamble, or he would sell the good things at home. It is called "Jia Yangzi".

This is what he heard from Lu Yong earlier.

But who let the child have no mother, he never remarried, and the business side is always tied up.

Father Shen is not the kind of stingy person, he also gave a living allowance, shook Lu Yong's hand, and said earnestly: "Dayong, uncle trusts you, I'll leave it to you, take care of him."

Lu Yong nodded solemnly as if receiving a military order: "Okay, uncle." After thinking about it, he felt that it was too broad, not specific enough, and not convincing enough, and then said, "Don't worry, uncle, I will urge Xiaobaa to do her homework."

Shen Wenqiu defended himself speechlessly: "Think of me as a three-year-old child? I can do my homework well without anyone looking at me."

Father Shen made trouble: "Are you still proud? Didn't you pile up the summer homework for that vacation and finish it in the last few days? ... Oh, yes, Dayong, supervise his writing, and he is not allowed to copy your homework."

Shen Wenqiu: "..."

Shen's father thought it would be good for Shen Wenqiu to live in Lu's house for ten days and half a month, to experience the poor life, and to know that money is hard to earn, so that he can be more sensible, less naive and young, so that he will not be easily unpredictable in the future when he enters the society people cheat.

So he changed his mind and said, "No, you don't need to take care of him too much, he is already sixteen years old."

What the hell is this going to take care of? Or do you want to take care of it? Father Lu was very puzzled.

But in fact, no matter whether Shen Wenqiu's parents told him or not, Lu Yong was always nervous as if facing an enemy. He cleaned the room many times nervously, sterilized and dewormed, bought new mats and pillows to wash and dry in advance, and even bought new mats and pillows beforehand. Out of his small coffers, he bought a sheep doll, which he placed next to his bed. Just to welcome Shen Wenqiu to live in their house during the summer vacation.

Even if he tried his best, he was still afraid that Shen Wenqiu would not be used to living there or would not like it. Shen Wenqiu was not arrogant, but coquettish.

Lu Yong was worried.

But to his surprise, Shen Wenqiu ate well and slept soundly, and fell asleep soundly on the first night, as if there was no trace of haze in his heart. In the middle of the night, everything was silent. Cicada and the grasshopper were calling among the trees and bushes in the courtyard. The electric fan struggled to shake its head "squeak, squeak", sending a cool breeze through the mosquito net.

Lu Yong asked Shen Wenqiu to sleep on the outside, so that the fan could blow on it and make it cooler.

Lu Yong was lying on the outside, the mosquito net was blown inward, like soft white waves, passing over Shen Wenqiu's body wave after wave, the more he looked at it, the more he felt that his heart was about to melt. Shen Wenqiu slept soundly, her cheeks were flushed by the summer heat, like a child, so cute that Lu Yong couldn't find a beautiful enough poem to describe it even though he racked his brains.

After three o'clock in the middle of the night, Lu Yong was woken up by the heat and found that the fucking power was cut off! He was in a hurry.

Fortunately, Shen Wenqiu didn't wake up, and fell asleep foolishly, but he was sweating from the heat, and his hair was sticking wetly to his blushing cheeks. Lu Yong hurriedly found a big cattail fan, fanned him quietly, and took Wipe him with a handkerchief.

Perhaps because of feeling cool, Shen Wenqiu turned over, closed his eyes, and leaned towards him actively. Lu Yong hurriedly followed to the wall, but he was afraid of touching him and dared not touch him. He always felt that his rough fingers Touching it will leave marks on Shen Wenqiu's body.

Lu Yong didn't know why it was a mechanical and boring thing like shaking a cattail fan, but he felt that it was not boring at all while looking at Shen Wenqiu's face under the faint moonlight. Lu Yong could keep looking, counting Shen Wenqiu's eyelashes over and over again, but in the end he couldn't help but look at his lips. His upper lip was slightly raised, and there was a small scarlet mole on the left side of the lip tip. It is said that this is An auspicious mole means that you will have no worries about food and clothing for a lifetime.

He also hopes that Shen Wenqiu can be carefree, such a good boy should live the happiest life.

Shen Wenqiu fell into a deep sleep, and he had evil thoughts in his heart, reaching out to touch Shen Wenqiu's cheeks that looked too soft and cute.

When he was about to touch it, he felt that his fingertips were too rough, so he turned his hand over and rubbed lightly with the back of his finger.

Shen Wenqiu babbled, in his sleep, he thought it was a mosquito, so he raised his hand and waved it.

Lu Yong's hand was slapped away, and he felt a burning phantom pain where he was hit, and even his face ached with shame.

He didn't dare to touch it again, and continued to fan Shen Wenqiu with the cattail fan.

In the morning, Shen Wenqiu woke up in a daze, and found that the electric fan had stopped and Lu Yong was fanning himself.

Lu Yong himself was sweating.

Shen asked Qiu: "When did the electric fan stop?"

Lu Yong: "It's midnight..."

Shen asked Qiu: "You didn't fan the fan all night, did you?"

Lu Yong: "I'm sorry to keep you warm. My house doesn't have an air conditioner."

Shen Wenqiu chuckled: "The power is out, and the air conditioner can't work. Are you stupid? Look at you, your vest is soaked with sweat."

Shen Wenqiu leaned towards him as he spoke, sniffing him like a kitten or puppy: "Sweaty, sour."

Only then did Lu Yong realize that his face was flushed.

Lu's father told him not to help, but to concentrate on accompanying Shen Wenqiu, and Lu Yong was no longer stubborn. The main reason was that if he went to work, Shen Wenqiu would definitely follow him, and he didn't want to tire Xiaobaa. The two of them had done their homework in the morning, and fell into the small studio together in the afternoon.

Shen Wenqiu excitedly took out a copy of the information he had compiled: "I have already investigated it with a computer, and I think your idea is effective."

"My dad said that our country will join the WTO in a few months, and the talks have almost been concluded. After economic and trade globalization, the follow-up will definitely have to keep up. I have sorted out foreign legislation on recycling."

"Europe and the United States have made legislation earlier. In the 1970s and 1980s, countries r and d introduced relevant regulations. The European Union introduced the manufacturer's recycling responsibility system in 1993. They have mature recycling technologies with independent intellectual property rights. At the beginning of this year, Niguo also introduced an electrical appliance recycling law. I saw on the Internet that our country is also enacting relevant laws... "

Lu Yong doesn't have a computer at home, and the information mainly comes from newspapers and TV. His father is illiterate, he doesn't care about any laws and regulations, and he doesn't inquire about them.

Lu Yong had no one to teach him. He explored and studied out of instinct, and learned to look at the general direction. That's why the family business has been getting better and better in the past two years.

Lu Yong said thoughtfully, "Thank you."

Shen Wenqiu was happy: "Thank you, we are good friends."

Then Lu Yong brought over a cardboard box full of electronic boards removed from old electrical appliances, and he took a piece to the table.

Shen Wenqiu asked, "Fix something again today?"

Lu Yong shook his head and said, "No, I want to dismantle him further. After helping you repair the game console last time, I went to check the information."

He held up this ordinary-looking dark green electronic board, and the lamp painted its edge with a layer of light, as if it was glowing.

Lu Yong asked: "What do you think this is?"

Shen Wenqiu was confused, he hesitated to speak: "Electronic board."

"No." Lu Yong raised his head and stared at the thing in his hand, his eyes burning, "It's a gold mine."

Shen Wenqiu always remembered that scene.

When he was young, he lacked awe the most. He wholeheartedly believed that Lu Yong could do it, and Lu Yong did it. After only ten years, he was already the boss of a listed company, and he really realized what he wrote in his composition.

Among a hundred people, there may not be one person like Lu Yong who has had a clear dream since he was a teenager, fought for it, and achieved success.

However, there should be dozens of people who follow the trend like him... However, it is probably rare for him to be so self-indulgent and ruin a good hand.

He is not as good as Lu Yong.

It was not as good as it was before, and it is even worse now.

Shen Wenqiu didn't sleep all night, he couldn't tell if Lu Yong still had feelings for him, but if this continues, what he's sure of is that if this continues, he will be more and more reluctant to part with Lu Yong.

Can't stay anymore.

Lu Yong has worked so hard to achieve this achievement, and he cannot be dragged down.

Will you talk to Lu Yongming today? Or just leave and leave a letter? Shen Wenqiu was not sure.

Lu Yong woke up Shen Wenqiu, who was pretending to be asleep, at seven o'clock: "Baa, wake up. Baa."

Shen Wenqiu was bored in the blanket and asked angrily, "What's the matter?"

Lu Yong said: "Are you busy today? Or are you going to play?"

"What can I do?" Shen Wenqiu muttered, "Are you mocking me?"

Lu Yong was even more cautious: "I didn't... I just wanted to say, if you are free, would you like to visit my company? You have never been there, have you?"