Shanhai Inn

Eight o'clock in the evening is the prime time for the forum's traffic. Let's make a preview tonight. The live broadcast will be broadcast at the same time tomorrow, and the publicity effect will be much better.

I would call it a master of publicity.

A few people thought it was okay, and they all voted for it, even Lu Fengshi, who Fan Xiu was most worried about, agreed.

The matter reached a consensus, so at [-] o'clock in the evening, the teaser post of the Monster Bureau quietly surfaced on the front page.

[Official account of Monster Bureau: This is a reunion from the midsummer, to ward off evil spirits, long time no see, welcome back. ]

There is a live broadcast link attached to the main building, click on it to see the countdown to the start of the live broadcast, and there are 23 hours and 59 minutes left.

A simple sentence and a simple link are enough to stir up waves in the hearts of monsters.

:Etc., etc!Oh My God!I am not wrong, right?To ward off evil spirits? More than 8000 years ago, the body died and the soul disappeared without even leaving the inheritance?

: No, who is the evil spirit?I haven't seen or heard of it in the book.

: The upstairs is not very old, right?I have never even heard of evil spirits. I can only say that if there was no evil spirits more than 8000 years ago, all the ancestors of your ancestors would be ashes under the punishment of God, and you would not be able to come to this world.

: I know how to ward off evil spirits!When I was young, my great-grandfather always told me his stories!Does his heritage really still exist?Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow

: The same burst into tears!Although I have never seen evil spirits, I grew up listening to him. He is so kind. I hid under the blanket and cried for a long time when I knew his soul dissipated and his inheritance disappeared!It's great to be back!

: Miss upstairs, are you still there?I'm your upstairs. It seems that many people don't know about evil spirits. How about we write a popular science post together?

: Go back upstairs!I think it's ok!come!Do it!

: Girls and sisters, you are a step too late, a friendly reminder that there are more than one post from the Monster Bureau, and guide you to the homepage.

Monsters: Huh huh?

Seeing this reply, everyone clicked back to the homepage, and saw that there was a sub-post under the live broadcast trailer of the Monster Bureau——

[Official Science Popularization: Some people have certain things that will not fade with the passage of time—to ward off evil spirits]

Different from the frigid and minimalist style of the main post, the main building of this post has a lot of content, and the events of more than 8000 years have been recorded in words, without missing any small details.

The monsters read the text in the main building word by word, tears filled the eyes of those who already knew about it, and those who didn’t know before seemed to have returned to the moment when they saw the moment when the evil spirits entered the Wuyishan magic circle more than 8000 years ago. .

: Although the writing style of this post is plain and straightforward, it is difficult to give people a feeling of empathy, but I don’t know why I just cried, especially when Bixie told Tianlu that he would go back as soon as he went, such a good person, this should be him The only lie ever told in this life.

: I will go back as soon as I go, and I will never come back. The only lie in my life is said at the moment before the end of my life.

: Don't tell me upstairs, don't make me cry, I have a date tonight, woo woo woo, it's so hard to cry like this, how can I see my boyfriend later.

: I didn’t expect to be so touched before I clicked in. It’s really good to ward off evil spirits!

: I think it's fine too, but didn't you notice one thing?After clicking on the live broadcast link of the main post, the blogger's identity verification in the upper right corner is not the Monster Bureau, but the Shanhai Inn!

: Watson!I think you have found your blind spot!

The monsters hurriedly returned to the main post from the sub-post, clicked on the live link and saw that it was the profile picture of the Monster Bureau.

The monsters started analyzing in an instant.

: In other words, this time is actually a joint event between the Monster Bureau and the inn?But it's not right, it's normal for the Monster Bureau to announce the birth of evil spirits, so what does it have to do with the inn?I have never seen an inn manage such a thing before.

: I am also very puzzled. After all, Daoist Xiao Lin is very lazy, and he doesn’t care about things that have nothing to do with the inn. According to this logic, the reverse reasoning, the evil spirit must be related to the inn. Could it be that... the evil spirit is in the inn?

: I also feel that evil spirits should be added to the inn!

: What you said is very reasonable, but I know all the monsters living in the inn, and they are not evil spirits, etc.

The last monster who replied paused for a few seconds, and when it reappeared, there were many exclamation marks on the text.

: Won't it be the cute little cub in the inn? ! ! !

His reply was liked and commented by many people, and it instantly became a high-quality comment. Everyone felt that what he said made sense. After all, not everyone can enter the Shanhai Inn, and everyone who can live there.

But the cute and fluffy little cub is actually warding off evil spirits?

There were endless discussion posts about this matter in the forum, and the homepage was instantly swamped with the word "exorcism".

The publicity is in place, and everyone is very satisfied, just waiting for the live broadcast to start tomorrow.

In order to tell everyone about Lu Zhuo more clearly during the live broadcast, Mr. Gu decided to go back and write a copy.

Although the manuscript was already written by the Monster Bureau when the live broadcast was planned, Gu Jiuzhang didn't have much hope for their manuscript when he thought of the plain and straightforward style of the popular science posts on the forum, and felt that it would be more practical to do it by himself.

Mr. Gu: [Cultural People Dislike].jpg

The rest of the inn also wanted to help, and in the end, except for Yang Jian, who was making dinner, they all followed Gu Jiuzhang to Mr. Gu's study.

Fan Xiu and the others had to go to work tomorrow morning, and they also left the inn. Lu Zhuo and Lu Fengshi sent them out, and they didn't go to Gu Jiuzhang's place with everyone, but went upstairs and went home.

This home refers to Luzhuo's room.

For Lu Fengshi, home is where Lu Zhuo is, and vice versa.

On the way back, Lu Fengshi said that he had newly mastered the skill of cooking porridge, and wanted to make it for the cubs at night.

After returning to the room, Lu Fengshi put on the cub's fluffy dog's head apron, and began to wash rice and prepare ingredients. Lu Zhuo wanted to help him like yesterday, but was rejected by Mr. Lu.

"Have you sorted out today's class notes? If not, go to study first." The head of the family is very serious, "If you sort it out early, you can get news early in the evening, and you are not allowed to stay up late."

Lu Zhuo blinked his eyes, and felt that Mr. Zhulong's incomprehensible side still existed after more than 8000 years. The two of them were in the same room, and no one else was there. How can it be like Mr. Lu, the first reaction is to let the sweetheart learn.

Mr. Zhulong: Learning is not as important as falling in love.jpg

outrageous.

Lu Zhuo felt a little helpless, but he didn't refute. He obediently walked to the small desk and sat down, and opened the notebook.

He picked up the pen, lowered his eyebrows, and the tip of the pen made a slight rustling sound on the paper, very gentle.

Lu Fengshi watched him by the door for a while, the tranquility in his eyes was gradually covered by warmth, and when he turned around again, his already light movements became lighter, for fear of disturbing the cub's study.

What Mr. Lu didn't know was that what the cub was writing was not the class notes. The notebook was opened, and there was a piece of beige letter paper on it. The first line of words was gentle and tender——

[Love Letter to Mr. Lu]

Yes, Lu Zhuo didn't take notes these days like he told Lu Fengshi, but secretly wrote a love letter to Mr. Lu under the guise of taking notes, because he planned to confess to Lu Fengshi on the day of the Ghost Festival.

For ordinary people, the Ghost Festival is a ghost festival, and there are many taboos on this day, but in the hearts of monsters, the Ghost Festival is very important and special. It can be a reunion festival, a Valentine’s day, or It can be all kinds of anniversaries.

And Lu Zhuo took a look, this year's Hungry Ghost Festival was changed to the Gregorian calendar on the eighth day of August, which happened to be the day when he first met Lu Fengshi.

This is a very special day, and there is nothing better than confessing your love on this day.

Lu Zhuo bowed his head, and the words slowly flowed out under the pen.

He studies Chinese language and literature, and usually likes to read and write some poems and articles. His writing style is very good. He expressed his heart with the words that came to mind at the first time, and wrote down his tender and tender feelings on the letter paper one stroke at a time.

It may not be as beautiful and poetic as the articles he wrote before, but Lu Zhuo feels that this is the warmest text he has written in these years, with love and expectation hidden between the lines.

This letter has already filled three sheets of letter paper, but Lu Yan always feels that there are still many things he wants to say—there are too many facts he wants to tell Lu Fengshi, let alone a love letter, maybe in the future I can't say enough in my life.

Now, I can only write as much as possible, and write down my most lingering mood.

Lu Zhuo thought so, and wrote like this, and soon the fourth letter paper was also filled.

He put the letter paper and the first three into a blue envelope, and was about to take out the new letter paper to continue writing when he saw Lu Fengshi coming out from the corner of his eye, holding a porridge casserole in his hand.

Lu Zhuo stopped writing, put away his notebook and love letter, and ran over to help.

Lu Fengshi didn't stop him this time, he finished the porridge with Lu Zhuo, went back to the kitchen alone, and when he came out again, he put his hands behind his back and asked Lu Zhuo: "Have you finished your notes?"

The cub had sorted out his notes in class today, so he admitted that he wasn't lying: "It's done."

"The baby is awesome." Lu Fengshi frowned, and brought the things behind him to Lu Zhuo, "Take it, this is a reward for our elementary school bully."

It was taro ball purple sweet potato syrup for one night, it looked soft and sweet, and Lu Zhuo liked it.

The cub took the sugar water and was in a good mood. His eyes were bent, but he was a little curious about one thing, so he asked Lu Fengshi, "What if I didn't tidy it up?"

The sugar water is already placed behind the back, so why not give it away?

Of course, Lu Fengshi would not refuse to give it. He doesn't like sweets, and the syrup is specially prepared for the little ones who like sweets.

Hearing this, Lu Fengshi laughed, extremely gentle: "If you haven't finished tidying up, then the sweet soup tonight is the vitality soup for our elementary school bullies, after drinking it, we will be able to tidy up our notes with more energy later. "

No, in fact, I can write love letters with more energy.

Lu Zhuo whispered in his heart, he felt embarrassed after thinking about it, and smiled at Lu Fengshi while holding the sugar water, people are sweeter than sugar water.

Lu Fengzhi was very soft-hearted: "Drink the porridge first, it won't taste good if it cools down, today I made salty porridge, corn and fish fillet porridge, try it, if you think the taste is okay, I will make it again tomorrow I'll make another porridge for you, it's sweet porridge."

It is not good to eat too much sugar at night, but it is okay in the morning, and it can effectively avoid hypoglycemia.

Old health care people.

Lu Zhuo nodded, bent his eyes and smiled at Lu Fengshi, so obedient that it made one's heart itch.

When Lu Fengshi saw it, he also smiled.

No reason is needed.

As long as Lu Zhuo is happy, he will also be happy in his heart, just like the new green on the branches of Zhongshan in the early spring, as long as a little grows, it can't stop.