"What? Is this Lu Yuan's love letter?"

"Oh my god, so green!"

"It's indeed quite green. I didn't expect Lu Yuan still has that age."

"Yeah, it's interesting. It seems that Alice in "To Alice" is the object of the love letter. I guess it's a kind of remembrance of Lu Yuan, right?"

"Wait, why did I feel like there was something wrong with this love letter after reading it to the end? I don't believe I'm the only one in the world who thinks this way!"

"I think so too..."

"etc!"

"The last sentence seems..."

“Hahahaha, fuck!”

"What the hell is this!"

"Hahaha, I can't stand it anymore, Lu Yuan, Lu Manzi, do you want to make me laugh to death and then inherit my inheritance?"

"I'm just an ordinary netizen. I don't know what you are talking about, although I am laughing too..."

"Could it be that Lu Er Gouzi had already started to be dirty at that time? Innocent? Damn innocence!"

"Wait, why do I suddenly want to make an emoji?"

…

"What's wrong with you?"

When Lu Yuan returned to the company and walked in, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere was a little strange.

Fatty Wei, Li Qing, and Lu Yihong looked at Lu Yuan as if they were meeting him for the first time and wanted to laugh, but they held back their laughter.

The faces of the three of them looked quite red.

“Nothing…Nothing…”

Fatty Wei shook his head, but his eyes were still fixed on Lu Yuan, as if he wanted to see through Lu Yuan inside and out.

It was like meeting Lu Yuan for the first time.

"You're crazy. I'm going to sleep first. You're bothering me."

Lu Yuan was too lazy to pay attention to Fatty Wei. He stretched his body, then yawned loudly and began to feel drowsy.

He slept for a few hours on the plane. Although he was still in first class, he didn't sleep very well.

So I'm always in that drowsy feeling.

He planned to lie down for a while before talking.

"Ayuan, is Venice fun?"

However, when Lu Yuan took off his shoes and prepared to lie down, Fatty Wei and Li Qing came up to Lu Yuan with shameless faces, with such filthy smiles on their faces that made people want to slap them!

Lu Yihong looked at the script and pretended to be serious, but his eyes were always looking in Lu Yuan's direction.

"Venice is fine, what's wrong?"

"No... I just thought... It's okay, just asking."

"What do you think?" Lu Yuan felt a little frightened by Fatty Wei's stare.

"Nothing...nothing..."

"Ayuan, is the foreign horse easy to ride..." Li Qing held his breath and finally couldn't help asking.

"Fuck! Am I that kind of person?" After seeing Li Qing's expression which was even more despicable than Fatty Wei's, Lu Yuan was suddenly speechless.

What's wrong with these two bastards?

Am I the type who goes out to play?

I can tell he's very serious at first glance!

"Bah, Old Li, what the hell are you talking about? Our Ayuan is such a pure, kind and honest person, how could he ride a foreign horse? He is loyal to his feelings and is ready to die..." Fatty Wei suddenly glared at Li Qing. Although his expression looked fake and serious, the lustful look in his eyes almost made Lu Yuan vomit!

"Fuck, what the hell are you doing? If you have to fart, do it now! I'm going to sleep!" Lu Yuan almost vomited because of Fatty Wei.

What on earth are these two people trying to do?

Are you crazy?

"Ahem, ahem, I originally thought that you were a natural pretentious person, and that you must have been a servile person in your school days, but I didn't expect that you were so... innocent in your school days..."

"What nonsense! Didn't you read the following content? Especially the last sentence. I think Ayuan was bad to the core since his school days!" Li Qing suddenly retorted.

"After hearing what you said, I suddenly felt that this was what you meant... Shit, could it be that A-Yuan had already..."

"Fuck! What the hell are you talking about!" Lu Yuan looked at these two bitches arguing with each other and was completely confused.

These two are really mean!

"You wrote a love letter to a female classmate and it was exposed?"

"Love letter? What love letter?"

"You're pretending? You're still pretending. There are articles on Weibo that reveal your student days..."

"What? My school days?"

Li Qing turned around and took a notebook from the side, opened the Weibo content on the notebook and handed it to Lu Yuan. At the same time, his smile was as bright as a blooming red flower, so bright that Lu Yuan's hair stood on end!

"nerve……"

Lu Yuan took the notebook, then opened the page and looked at the pictures on it.

This appears to be a piece of paper...

The paper started to turn yellow due to being soaked in water and looked quite old.

Although the words on the paper were written crookedly, I could still vaguely recognize what was written on it.

Anyone with a sound mind would know that this is a love letter.

The love letter was written with deep affection, and between the lines was revealed his yearning and longing for the girl. He even used immature confession words such as "facing death with courage" and "being loyal and faithful" that seemed very childish at first glance. The last sentence was an invitation to the girl, "I would like to treat you to sausages after class, is that okay?"

This is a youthful story.

Perhaps in that era, this was a youthful story and just an ordinary story.

But if this love letter were put in modern times...

The last sentence sounded strange, especially when it was signed with Lu Yuan's name...

Below the picture of the love letter are scattered descriptions of Lu Yuan’s student days.

The article uses the tone of an observer to reveal how low-key, unremarkable, simple, and shy Lu Yuan was during his student days. It even boldly speculates that Alice in "To Alice" is the person Lu Yuan confessed his love to during his student days. Lu Yuan composed this piano piece to commemorate the beautiful and youthful love that has long passed away...

This revelation and speculation was not a big problem. Many of them described Lu Yuan's youth. Lu Yuan just laughed it off. After all, the love letters were not written by him. Besides, after so many years, who would remember these love letters? Who hasn't been impulsive?

Who doesn’t have youth?

Everything is normal, isn't it?

However, when Lu Yuan saw the comments below, he was suddenly speechless.

"Fuck!"

After reading this article, Lu Yuan looked at the large group of comments below, such as "I want to treat you to sausages," "After class, do you want to eat my sausages?", "Everyone, do you want sausages?", "Do you want sausages?", "Do you have sausages? I do!" After seeing all kinds of comments coupled with Lu Yuan's "fake" smile at the awards ceremony in Venice, the originally innocent thing suddenly went awry.

Not only is it crooked, but it's also dirty!

"Ayuan, you and your sausages... are famous! Sausages are on the top of Weibo headlines, Tieba emoticons, and even the browser hot searches..." Fatty Wei suddenly laughed when he saw the latest comments.

"Hahahaha! Ayuan, you're awesome. Didn't I think you have been planning this since you were a child? Hahaha..." Lu Yihong, who had been pretending to read the script, suddenly burst into laughter and laughed so hard that tears came down.

He is an actor with a strong professional ethics and usually doesn't laugh.

Unless you can't help it.

Now, he saw the comments from the stupid netizens, and he couldn't help it...

“……” Lu Yuan put down his notebook and took a deep breath.

As far as I can remember, the original Lu Yuan did write love letters, and he also simply invited the girl he liked to eat grilled sausages that cost 50 cents each at the store downstairs.

This is normal, isn't it?

Is there anything wrong with a young boy treating a young girl to grilled sausages?

No problem at all!

but……

What do you mean when you call me Lu the Great Dirty Demon King on the Internet?

Moreover, what does it mean that all major forums, post bars and Weibo accounts have become extremely popular?

Nothing to do after eating?

Really...

…

Italian Pomeranian Art Museum.

"Daniel, you're here again?"

"Well, here I am again."

"I'm sorry, Daniel. Excuse me for being blunt. I know you were once a great artist, but that was only in the past. In the past ten years, you have never produced a work that has any spirit... Do you know what ten years means? It means that the glory is gone... Too many young artists have emerged in these years, and you... are old..."

"Take a look at my work first!"

"Our theme this time is decadence and rebirth. Have you captured the aura?"

“Well, I caught it.”

"Okay! Let me see it."

"Um."

"Hmm? This theme... seems... wait, I seem to have seen a hint..."

"There's one more!"

“This photo…this…”