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"Then, let me summarize the publicity plan of the Alumni Foundation. The publicity lasts for 3 months, and the platform is the Internet and print media. In the early stage, it mainly focuses on WeChat articles and alumni contacts; in the mid-term, the focus is on print media and large-scale Online page; after the school celebration, we will continue to render and strengthen the marketing effect through self-media. The information you see below is a WeChat article that we simulate the tone of an old alumnus to describe campus life. The purpose is to arouse resonance and attention from all walks of life... "

Lu Sijie's voice came to an abrupt end, Zhong Shuli lowered his head slightly, feeling the long-lost noise and depression, glanced at the students around who were pretending to be looking through the materials, and finally commented: "There is no need to change it. Submit it before tonight go up."

The air in the room became much smoother in an instant. He smiled and said, "It's been half a month, and it's not easy for everyone. Why don't we go relax tonight, which bar do you want to go to, onmytreat."

As he spoke, he met everyone's surprised eyes, and hurriedly changed his words: "Sorry, I forgot that you are still students."

He took out another 500 yuan and said, "How about this, let's find a restaurant near the school and treat ourselves well." Cheng Sicheng frowned and glanced at him: "Boss, are you sure? 2000 yuan. You are a bit of a fisherman's posture."

"It's only 2000 yuan," Zhong Shuli regretted participating in such a cramp-like exploitation at this time.

Lu Sijie said: "Oh, I remember that LS has an extra reward, it seems to be an intern qualification with [-] plus full salary."

"That's all. There's no need to wrong yourself for a mere 2000 yuan. It's my treat, so you can just eat as you please."

"By the way, boss, what about that person who came to you for dinner a while ago? Why haven't I seen him recently?" a girl asked.

He spread his hands: "He is the director of a 4a company, I can't let him accompany me to eat bran and swallow vegetables in the cafeteria all day long."

Everyone was surprised and regretted: "Such a good resource, the boss, you only sent him to bring us fried chicken takeaway, it's a waste of money."

He remembered that there was a Chinese course in the advertising major, and the word "violent use of things" always made him feel uncomfortable. Don't you get your brain moving when you're full?"

It was nearly eleven o'clock after sending the students back to school, and the lights in the corridor flickered, illuminating the shadows on the old wall. The scolding, the cries of the children on the first floor like the alarm bell on Monday, the sound of pouring water, the sound of talking, and the heavy notes popping up from the basement dilute the gloomy lighting, which is a cold seasoning.

He didn't eat much during the dinner, and he couldn't empathize with the students' enthusiasm for barbecue. Even if the barbecue and other dinners are difficult to control, even if they have a long-term notorious food taste like the UK, he can't regard it as an improvement in food.

He opened the drawer, and several large bags of roll paper couldn't wait to swell, and then he continued to remove the small half-stack of garbage bags that Liang Jing bought together at a discount, and there was only a pack of gaudy and deceptive instant noodles tucked away in the corner.

He slumped down along the wall beside him, and his stomach began to ache. In fact, it has been almost four years, but there is no way to stop himself from thinking of every lazy and long Saturday.

For him, cooking, from preparing the ingredients to washing the dishes and cleaning the table, is a slow murder of frustration rather than achievement value. She can only pin her hopes on Gu Shijun.

The person on the bed stopped him from taking out the cigarette case, frowned and said, "Since it's at your request, you have to eat your share of whatever I do." I didn't expect much, but what was served was Two bowls of instant noodles were served in broad white porcelain bowls, with a poached egg lying on each side, several slices of ham sausage neatly next to each other, and a few stalks of green vegetables sticking to the sides of the bowls.Maybe it was because he was too hungry that day, or it was the first time in his life that he ate instant noodles seriously. Gu Shijun's noodles were so delicious that he once mistakenly thought that the other party was a hidden character.After getting along for a long time, I realized that Gu Shijun's limit is fried rice with eggs, and instant noodles are a trick he had to play because he ate too much.But at the beginning, Gu Shijun's love for fried chicken was something he could not agree with. Gu Shijun put aside his dislike lightly: "The young master doesn't understand us, Pavlov-raised bastards. When we were young, we desperately took 95+ eat hamburgers and have nothing else to pursue when they grow up.”

He got up and tore open the package, added hot water and seasoning packets to the noodles, and quietly watched the steam crawl out of the bowl upside down and the plate.In the past, he never thought that for a period of time in the future, he would have to live on instant noodles; nor did he expect that Gu Shijun would have a day when he hated fried chicken.

That day, he was asked to help buy some fried chicken for the students. When the students were about to make a move, they even gave way to the two of them.He glanced at the shiny crispy skin, trying hard to think about the difference between fried chicken nuggets and oil + meat + heat; at the same time, Gu Shijun's expression was already quite ugly, from the moment he walked in the food far away to now He waved his hand and refused, almost running away.Zhong Shuli asked if there was something wrong with his body, Gu Shijun tilted his head to avoid the fried chicken and said, "When I was in the United States, I ate too much and finally vomited."

The phone vibrated, and my consciousness returned to the oil-stained convenience. When I turned it on, I saw a text message from Dr. Qiao Yun: "The neuroprosthetic is ready, and it's here. When will I bring someone to fit it? If so If there is pressure on the balance, I can pay in advance."

He replied: "Maybe next week, I will discuss it with the other party and give you a definite answer. The money is fine, and I will remit it tomorrow. Thank you."

I originally planned to make an appointment early, but when the door was closing, a student came.Zhong Shuli recognized him as the senior who greeted Lu Shijun that day, and the other party quickly explained: "Hi boss, I am Gu Shijun's friend, Qin Wangchuan. Is it convenient to talk to you now?"

The two came to a milk tea shop. Qin Luochuan touched the cold side of the orange juice cup, rubbed it for a while, and finally hesitated and said, "Boss, oh, no, Mr. Zhong, how long have you known Shijun?"

"I met you about five years ago."

"Five years ago, it was indeed quite a long time." He pursed his lips unconsciously.

"No, in fact, in the past five years, we have not kept in touch. After the Sandu earthquake, we lost contact. We just met recently."

"Oh, really?"

Zhong Shuli flicked the straw in the cup and said, "Student Qin, if you have anything to say, just cut to the chase. Since you came here for Lu Shijun, I think you know him better than me."

The other party took a sip of orange juice: "How should I say it? Forget it, let's start with me. Both Lu Shijun and I are from Luozhou. I am a year older than him. Because we are from the same town, we play better together." Come on, I can barely cover him, and I know his parents. Mr. Zhong, I don’t know what Shijun you know is like, but what I remember of him when he was a freshman and sophomore is really A very cheerful person, very good at dealing with affairs, and easy-going, both girls and boys like him, um, I’m talking about the appreciation among classmates. Running for the student union, playing basketball, and participating in modeling, he is a very ordinary person anyway The boy in the room is especially good at telling bad jokes, which make the whole room tremble and laugh, but he can continue to say the next one in a serious manner."

"Later, because of my relationship, he met my cousin, Si Chen. I didn't know that the two of them were together until the incident broke out. It was Lu Shijun who first showed his cards with his parents, and he was so angry. My father had a high blood pressure attack and went directly to the hospital. He was terrified at the time and caught me and begged me for help. Later, Shijun resolutely broke up with Si Chen, saying that his parents had no other expectations of him, and now he has no ability to repay the upbringing. At least for now, I don’t want to disobey them, so let me tell Si Chen. Si Chen was upset when he found out, so he chased and intercepted him around the school. After being rejected, he got worse. He did everything I could think of, such as publicizing road knowledge Jun’s orientation, ran up to him and kissed him forcefully during the meeting of the student union, and even distributed some photos.”

Qin Wangchuan paused for a moment, clutching the cup, his voice weakened a bit: "In the end, he sent photos and provocative words to the Lu family. The parents of the Lu family cut off contact with their son directly, and they never had any contact with him until they passed away. Meet Shijun."

Zhong Shuli took a sip of the orange juice, turned his head to look at the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, in the clear sunlight, there were students passing by in twos and threes, their faces were cast with faint shadows by the side of the sunlight, and they quickly passed by with their footsteps. Disappear.

Qin Wangchuan continued: "At that time, he was really in a difficult situation. His family cut off his living expenses, and everyone regarded him as an outlier. At that time, I was preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination, and I was blinded all day long by the examination questions. I never knew about it."

"You probably know a little bit." Zhong Shuli stared at him with lowered eyebrows.

"Yes," the other party smiled wryly, "How could it be possible that there was no news? He even asked me to help him find a part-time job. Later, he finally graduated and completely cut off contact with everyone after leaving school. He ran away that day. He came to see me for dinner, so I went there in a daze. He said thank you for covering him all this time, and asked me to visit his parents when I was free. After a few months, his parents found me and begged me to contact him and find out After they failed, they left a letter, hoping to have the opportunity to hand it over to him in the future."

He took out a crumpled letter from his shirt pocket, put it on the table, and pushed it in front of Zhong Shuli: "Here is the letter, please give it to him."

Zhong Shuli didn't answer the letter, his eyes were fixed on the edge of the table opposite.After a while, he said, "Where is your cousin now?"

Qin Luochuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled wryly and shook his head: "After the riots filled the city, he was sent abroad by his uncle and aunt. I heard that he has already got his green card, so he doesn't plan to come back."