Traveled into the chronicle and was pampered by a reckless man

Chapter 297 The Uninvited Guest

Jiang Lu's life regained hope. In the evening, the couple had a small meeting in good spirits.When Zhou Chunhe was leaning against the head of the bed with his arms around his arms and smoking a cigarette, there was a sudden sound of glass shattering, and Jiang Lu woke up instantly, "It seems to be coming from the living room."

Zhou Chunhe lifted the quilt and walked out without putting on his shoes, followed by Jiang Lu.

I saw glass shattered all over the floor, and a stone the size of an egg fell on the foot of the sofa. Obviously, someone smashed it in on purpose.

Without saying a word, Zhou Chunhe ran downstairs to find out.

Zhou Tian was also woken up, opened the door and went out to look, and then the aunt also came out.

"Duo Duo isn't scared?" Jiang Lu asked hurriedly.

"No, the child is asleep." The aunt said in a panic. Obviously, she also heard the voice.

Jiang Lu went into the room and checked the two children's rooms, and was relieved to see that everything was fine, and let Zhou Tian and the others go back to sleep.

Zhou Chunhe rushed downstairs, but there was no one in sight.He stood under his window, tried it, and probably guessed where the man threw the stone.Fortunately, this is the living room, if it is the bedroom, if it is not in order, it will hit someone's head in the family.

What the hell, he even dared to throw stones at his house, did he, Zhou Chunhe, eat grass instead?He must find this person and teach him a good lesson.

Jiang Lu came down with the shoes and asked, "Where's the person?"

"Run away." Zhou Chunhe said with calm eyes.

"Put on your shoes." Jiang Lu threw the shoes on the ground.

Zhou Chunhe stretched his feet in, and seeing that his daughter-in-law was not wearing a coat, she hugged her into her arms, "Why do you think you came down to join in the fun?"

"Isn't this worried about you?" Jiang Lu smiled.

"You can still laugh, you've been bullied to the top, silly woman." Zhou Chunhe couldn't hold back his breath.

"Then think about who you offended?"

"That's too much, I'm afraid I have to weld the doors and windows to death."

"Then weld it to death." Jiang Lu continued to laugh.

The next day, Zhou Chunhe deliberately went to ask the people around, as well as the uncle at the door, but no one had any impression, and he had never seen any suspicious people.

This has become a case without a leader again, Zhou Chunhe has nowhere to vent the anger in his heart, and has a mouth full of bubbles.What he eats doesn't taste good, and his temper is flammable, and the younger brothers dare not get close to him.

One day at lunch, Jiang Lu heard some female workers discussing some poetry collection. It sounded fresh, so she brought Gao Tao over to ask what was going on.

Gao Tao smiled, "Didn't you read the newspaper? Recently, a poet appeared in the poetry world, who wrote boudoir grievance poems, which fascinated these girls."

"A boudoir poem?" Jiang Lu hadn't heard of it, "Have you read it too?"

"After reading it a bit, don't say it, it's really not bad."

"What's the poet's name?" Jiang Lu asked casually.

"It seems to be called Leng Jun, yes, it is Leng Jun." Gao Tao confirmed.

Jiang Lu's eyes widened, "Leng Jun?"

"Well, that's the name."

"Where is the newspaper?" Jiang Lu asked hurriedly.

"It's all on the newspaper rack in your office—"

Before Gao Tao finished speaking, Jiang Lu had already walked out and said, "Take the dinner plate away for me."

Jiang Lu, who had always had a keen intuition, felt that there must be some connection between Leng Jun and Leng Xiaojun, and this was definitely not a simple coincidence.

She went back to the office and found all the newspapers, and she really saw the poem "I am the green on the branch of red apricot" by Leng Jun. Jiang Lu got goose bumps when she saw the name, it was obvious It is to seduce boys and girls.

But in this era, poets are really highly sought after, no less than film and television stars of later generations.

Jiang Lu saw the introduction of this poet named Leng Jun, but there was nothing else but his name, so he couldn't start.

This time, Jiang Lu didn't hesitate and called Zhao Bin decisively.

"Hello?" Zhao Bin was a little noisy.

"Hey, do you know anyone from the newspaper?"

"Why, want to publish a book?" Zhao Bin joked.

"I don't have that idea for now, I want you to find someone for me."

"Who?"

"Cold army."

"what for?"

"Looks like a poet who has published poems in the evening papers."

"Okay, I'll ask you about it."

"Okay, I'll wait for your news."

"Why isn't there even a thank you?"

"Don't worry, thank you is not a word of mouth. When you find it, I will definitely come to thank you."

"Speaking of which, it just so happens that I've been feeling a little bit tricky lately, and I want to show off, and then bring my goddaughter to have a meal."

"Why, can't my son go?"

"Welcome." Zhao Bin said.

This matter was handed over to Zhao Bin, and Jiang Lu himself was not idle, so he went to find a few poems written by Leng Jun, and found that this person was particularly good at writing poems that mourned spring and autumn, with gorgeous rhetoric, but without great meaning substance.

Jiang Lu asked a few girls in the factory to ask them why they like Leng Jun.

At first they were embarrassed to say it, but then Jiang Lu said that she liked it too, so they were curious about what kind of person this poet was, so the girls let go.As soon as he let go, it was out of control, and Jiang Lu didn't have a place to talk at all.

"He said that he loves a person, even his wrinkles. How well written."

Jiang Lu was disgusted.

"Also, he said that I was blind, and I regained my light after seeing you."

Jiang Lu wanted to vomit.

"Also, listen, he said that people feel the world with their hearts, but my heart can only feel you."

No, Jiang Lu is really about to vomit.

She withdrew, because she was too pedantic or lacked literary talent, these poems made her sick, but she couldn't find any merits, they were greasy and artificial.But it can be seen that the person who wrote the poem believed in it.

Jiang Lu thought, if it was really Leng Jun, it would be Leng Xiaojun, Xiaoxia committed suicide for a poet who wrote boudoir grievance poems, she really didn't know whether she was stupid or deserved it.

The next day, there was news from Zhao Bin.

Zhao Bin came over to convey it in person.

"Just say it on the phone, and I made a special trip." Jiang Lu was a little embarrassed.

"Not just for you, Suqiu asked me to come and see our goddaughter."

Jiang Lu had no choice but to say, "She's in kindergarten at the moment, don't tell me sooner."

"It's okay, let's do it next time." He took out a file bag from behind and handed it to Jiang Lu.

"So many?" Jiang Lu felt a little surprised as he touched the thick stack of documents.

"I didn't expect that this person's experience is far beyond our imagination."

Leng Jun, a northerner, joined the Writers Association, is well-known in the industry, and serves as a visiting professor at several universities. The point is that he is 48 years old, has been married twice, and has three children in total.

"Will it be the person you are looking for?" Zhao Bin asked.

Jiang Lu didn't want to believe it, "To be honest, I don't know, and Xiaoxia's letter didn't say who he is."

"It's simple, just find the person and confront him face to face."

"Do you know where he is?"

"He is now lecturing at a university in Nanshi."

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