Half an hour later, at the door of Qin Shuo's office.
Lu Ze sneezed a few times and pushed open the wooden door.
She tiptoed in.
She had been a nobody for almost a year, but she had never had any private contact with this "high and mighty" head of the art troupe.
Anyone would be nervous if he was suddenly summoned to "meet the emperor".
could it
This old man realized that he had used his phone number to search for Zhi Fubao and found out that he stole energy at a fixed time every day?
That shouldn't be the case. He was already so old.
There was no reason for him to know so much about the Internet.
"Commander Qin, you were looking for me?"
"Yo, Little Lu, you're here?"
Qin Shuo casually greeted him and did not raise his head from the document.
"I won't invite you to sit down. After all, you've just squatted for so long. It's just nice to move your legs!”
"I have two documents to approve. It will take about four to five minutes.”
"You can make your own arrangements for this period of time.”
"If you're in a good mood, practice the Eight Duan Brocade. If you really have nothing to do, help me tidy up those pots of flowers.”
"After so many years, I've seen all kinds of people in the art troupe. You're the first one who has the skill of growing flowers!”
Lu Ze smacked his lips, picked up the water bottle, and silently walked to the flower pot not far away.
He could finally tell that the old man was putting him in this position.
The meeting just now was most likely another "bloody storm" of criticism!
He didn't mind this, but he was most afraid of this stubborn old man in front of him.
Suddenly, he felt a sudden urge to transfer him to the office or the secretary, where he was busy and watched.
That would not be worth it!
Harmony was a position that he protected with his life!
It was the best retirement spot in the entire art troupe. Whoever snatched it from him would be in a hurry!
Lu Ze was watering the flowers skillfully.
Qin Shuo was calm and composed as he scribbled on the paper.
They tested each other like they were in a rally.
Lu Ze only remembered that when he picked up the spatula to loosen the soil for Wen Zhu.
A nonchalant voice suddenly came from behind him.
It seemed to be unintentional, but also like he was talking to himself.
"Lanting Calligraphy, cursive calligraphy like flowing clouds and flowing water"
" The door under the moon is pushed open, the heart is as meticulous as your footsteps."
"Boom!"
Lu Ze's heart shook, and the water in the shower spilled out.
"These two lines are like a poem but not a poem.”
"But no matter what, the choice of words and sentences is already of a high standard.”
Lu Ze didn't say anything. He just watered the flowers as if he didn't hear anything.
The air in the room was a little heavy, and Qin Shuo also raised his head from the documents.
"It has nothing to do with romance. I'll wait for your reply."
"A unique hanging brush, thousands of waves on the shore."
"What do you mean by love? No matter how I write, it's not right."
" And I'm the only one who lacks the understanding of your life."
Uh, I accidentally watered too much.
The old man's bamboo pot would most likely die within a week.
"These few sentences use all kinds of intentions to express emotions, and the topic is very precise.”
"Using ancient charm to express feelings, the creative technique is very novel.”
"It's also because of them that I'm sure that the lyrics should be written!”
No wonder he could be the leader. His reading comprehension was not bad.
Lu Ze mumbled and turned to the orchids.
"I just watered the orchids three hours ago. Can't you tell if the soil in the pot is wet or not?”
"You can't pretend to be calm!”
"Tell me, when was this song written?”
"With such skills and skills, why would he stay in the art troupe and be a harmonist?”
The thin veil was finally torn.
Lu Ze's body was startled. He quickly calmed down and smiled at Qin Shuo.
"What song? How would I know?"
"Pa!"
The other party slapped the solid wood table in a fit of pique.
The middle-aged man raised a crumpled piece of paper and threw it at Lu Ze.
"You're the only one in the art troupe practicing calligraphy during working hours. I found this paper near your work station!”
"What do I do? I've found many people and read the lyrics through many channels.”
"I can't find any of the same songs in the music library of the nine provinces.”
"If you didn't write it, could it have been written by a ghost?”
This old man was really free. Was there a need for just one song?
When he was practicing calligraphy, he had casually copied the lyrics of a song he liked in his previous life.
He even searched through the music library?
It was true that the lyrics of Preface to the Orchid Pavilion were enough to make people feel amazed.
In this world, it was even more of a dimensional blow!
If he remembered correctly, the piece of paper with the Preface to the Orchid Pavilion written on it was directly thrown into the trash can.
If he had known that the old man had a habit of rummaging through trash cans.
She should have written something along the lines of " Let's meow like a cat, let's meow " to disgust him!
"Why aren't you talking? In the face of irrefutable evidence, you can't refute it?"
Qin Shuo picked up the teacup and took a sip, his tone teasing.
The old man was too insidious. He had indeed blocked all the paths.
Even if she said something like " I have a friend ", he probably wouldn't believe her.
Then he could only agree.
After a long time, Qin Shuo nodded in satisfaction.
He pulled out a piece of paper from the pile of documents and threw it over.
"You know very well what kind of work attitude you usually have in the unit.”
"According to my temper in the past, you brat would have packed your bags and left long ago!”
"Now, I'll give you a chance to make up for your mistakes!”
As he spoke, Lu Ze also looked at the document.
"The Cultural and Public Relations Department is going to carry out an internal training competition for the young singers of the Nine Provinces 'Eight Great Art Troupe!”
"Each unit must recommend a member under the age of 30 to participate.”
"Colorful Flag Art Troupe, you go!"
"The units that are in the top of the field training competition will receive financial support. You will also receive corresponding rewards.”
"I don't have enough budget this year. I'm counting on it!”
"So, you can only win, you can't lose!”
The quiet space was filled with a few strands of dust.
The sunlight was a little blinding, and the air conditioner was too cold.
Lu Ze shivered. He only had one thought.
damn
This time, he had gone too far.
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