Huge crowd

Jiangnan Yingcheng, Lichun.

The main road in the morning rush hour was blocked, and the golden winter jasmine stalks that jumped out of the flower beds were shaken by the wind.

The colorful curtain wall of Guoying Building reflects the dense crowd of reporters surrounding the building. The buzzing sound of Mimi’s buzzing sound instantly increased several times with the arrival of a black Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicle. The crowd raised their cameras and microphones to record loudly The pen surrounded him like a preying octopus.

"Mr. Lu, Mr. Lu, may I ask if you have secured the position of head of the Lu Group?"

"Mr. Lu, can you respond to the final whereabouts of your grandfather Mr. Lu's multi-billion inheritance and Lu's shares?"

"Is it like the rumors that you are the only heir? Is it true that your eldest brother Lu Cheng, who is the same as your grandfather and half-grandmother, didn't get any money?"

The financial district where Guoying Building is located is full of high-rise buildings, and every inch of land can only be marked with RMB.There is only one 300-year-old sycamore on the square. At this time, the chirping crowd startled dozens of sparrows on the tree, which were enjoying the property rights in the prime location of the CBD.

Under the tree, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes and a briefcase came down from the Mercedes-Benz SUV. He had a beauty spot on the corner of his mouth, his forehead was shiny, and a black shadow cast by a plane tree leaf pretended to be half-drawn. The shirt buttons stretched out on his belly followed him to move out of the car with difficulty—and finally fell apart.

This person only smiled honestly, "Hey", and the crowd rushed forward with a "Oh".

On the country lanes in the eastern suburbs of Yingcheng, wild daisies growing half a person's height glistened with dewdrops and swayed in the wind.In a bright yellow minicooper countryman, the car phone is howling.

"Oh, don't squeeze me, don't squeeze me, I really don't know where Mr. Lu is!" The middle-aged man was pressed against the glass of the car by the red-eyed reporter, and he was almost stripped of his pants. He turned his head and wailed at the phone : "Lu, where have you been? I, I, and I have been surrounded by reporters all morning, and the tiger stool pepper water has been poured on us. We are about to be executed on the spot!"

Lu Zheng in Countryman twitched the corners of his beautifully lined lips, suddenly the corners of his eyes froze, and he slammed to a stop.

"Hold!"

In front of the car window, a big yellow dog was slowly crossing the path, took two steps and lazily raised its front paws to scratch its face.

Lu Zheng's breastbone hit the steering wheel, and he grinned in pain.He rushed to the car phone and said: "Yu Guifu, the enemy didn't kill you, you fucking almost killed me first!"

Half of Bald Piao Guifu's face has been smashed against the glass, and his bare forehead was wiped clean by the car glass. Lao Yu tightly grasped his trouser chain with one hand, and said angrily: "It seems that I can't pry my pants open now." Mouth, it’s almost useless, the enemy is about to run away, give me a chance Dad, give me some information, let me accept the interview seriously and make headlines, the goodwill of our "Zhengfu" depends on my old face I heard... I heard that your grandfather left you billions? My God, can the company close its doors and take summer vacation early?"

"I'm so fucking thankful for your old face. I'm the intangible asset of 'Zhengfu' Zheng'er. You tell them that my grandfather's legacy is buried under the tree. I'm going to dig the tree now."

"Ah? What? Are you fucking sincere? Damn it, don't pull my pants, hey no, where is my belt, give it back to me! Ouch!" Lao Yu's phone seemed to be cut off by reporters .

Lu Zheng started again, rushed slowly to the old yellow dog who urinated by the tree beside the road, whistled, kicked the accelerator and drove towards the splendid sea of ​​flowers in the distance.

Lu Zheng, partner, senior financial analyst, and senior tax planner of Yingcheng Business Analysis Firm "Zhengfu Consulting", Yu Guifu is of course another partner, and the company has to take care of everything except Lu Zheng's management The second child, the millennium "Fu" president.

Things have to start from a month ago.

Lu Zheng was born into a famous family in Yingcheng. His grandfather Lu Ting was the former richest man in Province Z. He immigrated to the United States after divorce in his early years. He just passed away in the United States last month.Lu Zheng, who was rushing to the funeral, just knelt down and was about to howl, when he immediately got a will from a lawyer, which stated that all cash assets and stocks other than real estate during Lu Ting's lifetime should be inherited by Lu Zheng, but there was only one condition, that is Lu Zheng needs to buy the ancient magnolia tree that was once planted in Lu's old house and move it back to Lu's house and bury Lu Ting's ashes under that tree.

But the old house of the Lu family was vacant decades ago, and the tree had not been in the Lu family for more than half a century.

Lu Zheng was staring at this will, his face was blue and yellow, he was surprised and twitched, and he looked extremely mixed, thinking and worrying, like the sorrow of a filial son and a filial grandson.Seeing him like this, the old housekeeper was very comforted, tears filled his eyes and said, the master has found the right heir.

At that time, Lu Zheng's heart was: "For a while, I hate flowers and plants the most. What kind of tree is this, wooden fish? Papaya?... Eh? What is it called wood?"

His grandfather probably didn't know that Lu Zheng was blind to flowers and plants, and the only plant names he could name were green onion and coriander...

Secretary Lu Zhengpai spent half a month investigating the resale information, and finally found out the path of the tree. Fortunately, it was a registered protected ancient tree, and the last resale information recorded by the forestry department was sold to A man named Gu Qiuye, and this Gu Qiuye passed away two years ago, and his son inherited the garden of the Gu family.

Lu Zheng handed over the investigation information to the lawyer, confirmed the identity of the tree, and followed the bumpy country road as a dutiful son and grandson.

The yellow countryman stopped at the end of the country road. Lu Zheng pushed the door to get out of the car, subconsciously pulled his shirt wrist and turned to look around.

In order to match the light blue shirt he was wearing today, he put on the six-figure custom-made sapphire cufflinks, and specially opened Yu Guifu's Countryman to match the full rural charm.

On a warm spring day, the wind gently blows across the cheeks, blowing the field of flowers in front of you and behind you ups and downs. Behind the countryside is the blue sky, white clouds and low undulating mountains in the distance. The scent of green grass is a beautiful day.

Lu Zheng raised his head and glanced at the simple arched door sign standing in the middle of the sea of ​​flowers - "Yun Yun Hua Jian", which matched the address and name sent by the secretary.Lu Zheng raised his hand and pretended to knock on the door, but found that the wooden door was just a decoration, a double door made of broken planks horizontally and vertically, with a straw roof on the top, which was very old-fashioned.But before his hand touched it, the door was pushed open with a "creak" sound, followed by another "crack" sound—the wooden door itself broke its shaft, automatically removed half of the arm, and limped half of the door panel.

"..." Lu Zheng raised his hands to show his innocence, this is a touch of porcelain!

He pressed his shirt to tuck in his abdomen and turned sideways, walked in the door "without touching his body", bypassed the lotus pond water system and several unknown flower fields, and walked deep along the road signs.There was no one in the garden, and the sea of ​​flowers that were full of pits and valleys might not be in full bloom yet, so it seemed a little deserted at the moment.

At this time, a seven or eight-year-old child carrying a hoe and wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat covered half of his face.

"Baby, come." Lu Zheng beckoned to him, threw him a piece of candy, showed him the photo on his phone, and asked, "Do you know where this tree is?"

The child timidly leaned over to glance at the photo of the magnolia plant in the archives, raised his head so high that his round face was exposed from the brim of his hat, and he asked in a childish voice, "You came to find the little 'Purple Peachwood Pen'." ?”

"???"

It happened that Lu just remembered that the tree was called Mulan before he set off, so he didn’t know for sure what it was called!

"We named this magnolia tree, it's called Purple Peachwood Pen!" The child taught Lu Zheng to read word by word seriously. After reading, he suddenly seemed to understand something, and stepped forward to comfort him: " I see, are you the same as Er Fatty in our village? It doesn't matter, he can recognize those words now, and he will be able to learn it a few more times."

Lu Erpang, who was shining golden, wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Ah, yes, yes, call it whatever you want, take me to have a look."

The little boy nodded, turned around and walked back with the hoe on his shoulders, and the long-stemmed agricultural iron hoe slammed into Lu Zheng's arms firmly.

Lu Zheng shoved his hips and shrunk his stomach abruptly and ducked back, patting the plaster stuck to his front with all his strength. The child walked in front without knowing what he had done, and muttered: "Oh, it's useless for you to go and see, Xiao Taotao It’s been a long, long, long time since flowers have bloomed.”

Lu Zheng smiled, thinking: I don't care if you have flowers, I just keep the roots!

The two turned a few turns, smelled the fragrance of several different plants and trees, walked deep into the garden for a while, and came to a small river connecting the inside and outside of the garden. After the river entered the garden, it turned into a shallow wetland. Metasequoia, and wild flowers everywhere on the bank, tall trees stand like a mysterious grove, and this magnolia tree grows by the river beach.

Lu Zheng looked up and saw that the tree was lying alone beside the water system. It was six or seven meters high.

"To see the ancient tree?"

An elderly man with a delicate and strange voice sounded from behind. Lu Zheng and the little boy turned their heads together. The boy ran over and called "Sixth Master" affectionately.

I saw the bearded man wearing a floral apron, walking around in the morning with a basket of white orchids, he raised his head towards the magnolia tree tenderly, and asked Lu Zheng again: "Will you come to see the tree? "

Lu Zheng nodded with his mouth half open, thinking, are you sure this is the sixth master and not the sixth grandma?

The sixth master immediately gave Lu Zheng a motherly glance, took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said, "This tree has a history. The ancient magnolia tree in the Qingyi Garden of Lord Qianlong at that time, Do you know? This one, that one, was cut from the raw branches of that tree back then. It has a history of hundreds of years. Hey, think about it, that ancient Mulan is the treasure of Le Shoutang. We are the descendants of that tree. Rounding it up, we are relatives of the emperor, right?"

Lu Zheng twitched the corner of his mouth, thinking that his old man knew that it was unreliable to want to bury him in the imperial mausoleum, and this was probably the next best thing to want to catch up with the royal relatives?

He just made a gesture to introduce the reason for his visit, when the bearded old man interrupted Lu Zheng in a drawn-out and gentle voice that didn't fit his image: "When the Qingyi Garden was destroyed, the tree was robbed. After staying there for the rest of my life, the fate of this line is tough, it doesn’t mean that they will move away. Everyone wants to be a relative of the emperor, but not everyone can do it!”

Lu Zheng understood the meaning of the words of the hidden needle in the cotton and turned seven or eight turns in a short while.

After he returned to China, he inquired about this ancient tree with great fanfare, mobilizing a lot of contacts and resources, and the movement was not small.In addition, during this period of time, the Lu Group made financial headlines every day, and the mice and cats in the house were clearly exposed. The owner of this garden probably knew that he was planning on this tree.

Lu Zheng is usually used to dealing with data index models, and has his own set of methods for doing things. The two words that never change from the same principle are - calculating. He understands the old man's words and is not in a hurry. Lu Zheng immediately searched his brains to put on a gentlemanly appearance, and said respectfully: "Hello, my name is Lu Zheng, I don't know if you are the owner of this garden, I think you understand my reason for coming, my grandfather lives overseas For many years, I had a last wish during my lifetime. I hope that I can return to my roots and my soul. This ancient tree was originally an ancient tree in the Lu family's ancestral house. After many years, it has been in your hands. I want to buy this tree back. Wish, the price is easy to talk about, you just ask the price."

Lu Zhengben had a very flattering appearance. He was 1.8 meters tall with broad shoulders and long legs. His face was sharp and deep, and his eyebrows were handsome.Today, he deliberately restrained the vigor of a child of aristocratic family that he carried when the corners of his eyes and the line of his lips were slightly raised, holding back his patience and pretending to be a well-educated and modest gentleman.

Before the uncle could say anything, a clear and elegant voice came from the woods behind him:

"Young master Lu wants to be a filial son, just come and let the old man be buried in peace."

Lu Zheng was startled, and looked sideways—that person was wearing a fluffy sea salt-colored pleated shirt and a denim apron, walking from the light-filled forest, looking lazy and plain, like a bowl of delicious cream Mushroom tofu soup is clear and light, but it is moist and attractive, and it is so clean that people can't bear to think about it.

If it weren't for the eyes that betrayed his slightly mature age, at first glance he seemed to be just a young man in fresh clothes.

Somehow, a ray of light in spring happened to pass through a clump of branches and projected on the head of the visitor. It was shining brightly, against his slender and bright eyes, it was like an amber crystal at the bottom of a cold lake, It hurts a little, but I can't help but take a second look at the beauty.

For a moment, Lu Zheng felt that the unknown creatures in the garden were all pale, although in retrospect, he didn't know what color they should have.

"My name is Gu Yuxie. Hello, Mr. Lu." Gu Yuxie turned her head and bent over to touch the little boy who jumped over to hug him.The child tiptoed close to Gu Yuxie's ear and whispered, "This brother is the same as Erpang, it's 'that', so don't be mean to him!"

Lu Zheng: "........."

Gu Yuxie nodded, and said to the uncle, "Sixth Master, let me come, you go and do your work."

"Hey, okay." The sixth master took out the pruning shears from which pocket he didn't know and cut them twice at Lu Zheng like threatening, and led the little boy away.

Lu Zheng watched Liu Ye walk away, finally took a deep breath, looked down into Gu Yuxie's eyes, and asked, "This garden and this tree belong to you?"

Gu Yuxie narrowed his slender and handsome eyes, and said with a smile, "Yes, I heard that Young Master Lu wants to bury your grandfather's ashes under the tree? No problem, let's bury it, anyway, my parents' ashes will also be buried tomorrow." Come here, let’s get together, I didn’t know each other by fate, it’s good to be a neighbor over there and have a companion, maybe there are still three missing..."

Three missing one?Who is missing!

Lu Zheng swallowed: "According to what Mr. Gu said, is he unwilling to sell this ancient tree? Is it because the price is not good or there are other reasons? This matter is still negotiable, you say I will bury you with a big white urn In the garden, it’s not appropriate to come here to kowtow and burn incense in the morning and evening, and to cry at your grave just in time for Qingming, isn’t it…”

"It's suitable," Gu Yuxie nodded coldly, "It's quite suitable, I don't mind, you can knock."

Lu Zheng: "..."

The ancient tree was not found, and Lu Zhengxian was stunned by this big and wonderful flower. This deceptive creamy mushroom tofu soup was full of choking mustard at the bottom of the pot.