The discussion on the Internet has nothing to do with Lu Yuan.

With Lu Yuan's stupidity, it is impossible for him to care about what other people think or comment on the Spring Festival Gala, and it is even less possible for him to think that he is the savior of the Spring Festival Gala and go to the Spring Festival Gala's general planner to give advice and come up with various planning plans without saying a word.

He is just an ordinary person.

He is just an ordinary person who has trouble learning English.

Naturally, planes are faster than cars. It takes seven or eight hours to get home by car, but it only takes about an hour by plane.

And there is no traffic jam on the plane.

At about two o'clock in the morning, Lu Yuan got out of the car and came to the village entrance again carrying large and small bags.

He wrapped himself in clothes and felt that the day was getting colder and colder.

It's impossible for me to stay outside this time.

He hesitated for a moment and looked in the direction of his home as a reflex.

He felt nervous for no reason.

Then when he saw that the lights in his own home were brightly lit, not only the lights in his own home were brightly lit, but even the lights in the house next door were also on, he heaved a sigh of relief.

It seems that everyone is awake.

Lu Yuan carried his luggage and continued to move forward at a faster pace, the eager feeling of homesickness in his heart getting heavier.

In fact, he has never really returned home since he came to this world...

I haven’t spent enough time at home yet.

After walking about a few hundred meters, Lu Yuan took a deep breath after stepping into the door of his house, unable to suppress the comfortable emotion.

This is what home feels like!

Very warm feeling.

There are no messy reporters, no messy interviews, and no messy signatures.

Everything is fine.

All……

etc.

It doesn't seem right...

"Hey, who's here?"

"Lu Yuan is here?"

"Ayuan?"

"Hey, it's coming, it's coming, Ayuan is coming..."

"Quick, quick, come out, your brother Lu Yuan is here...Why don't you go home quickly and get some paper and pen?"

"It's really Lu Yuan!"

"Has this point really come?"

"This kid has really changed a lot, he seems to be a lot more handsome... I remember he was quite naughty when I was a kid, haha, he even smashed the water tank at my house... Come on, Ayuan, can you sign your uncle's autograph?"

.”

"Haha, yes..."

"By the way, come on, take out the paper and pen..."

"quick!"

"right!"

"Ayuan, thank you for your hard work. Come sit down and help my uncles and aunts write more signatures."

"Yes, uncle and aunt have been waiting for you here for a long time. I thought you wouldn't come. Quick, write two more... I have seen this child's potential since he was a child, but I didn't expect him to be so promising."

"I'm going to get some paper too...Ayuan, wait for me."

"Yes, I will write two more to help uncle, preferably ten or so..."

"..."

Lu Yuan was stunned as soon as he put down his luggage.

What greeted Lu Yuan was not a burst of family affection from his mother and father, but a room full of relatives, friends and various uncles and aunts with papers and pens waiting for Lu Yuan as if "sharpening their knives".

These uncles, aunts, relatives and friends all had warm smiles on their faces. Somehow, Lu Yuan always felt that these people looked at him as if they were looking at a moving renminbi.

"???"

"Ayuan, what are you doing standing around like that? Our restaurant guests still have twenty VIP tickets to sign. Come on, help the uncles and aunts sign the papers, and then sign my stack as well."

Just when Lu Yuan was confused, Lu Yuan saw his father walking towards him.

Lu Yuan's father smiled and held in his hand a stack of photos that he had taken when he was silly and holding scissors in college, and looked at Lu Yuan with the same eyes as these people.

All in...

See the moving banknotes?

"???"

…………………………

The night was getting darker and darker.

The wind is blowing coldly outside the house, and the sky is freezing.

At this time, people usually turn on the air conditioner and lie in the warm quilt to have sex with Zhou Gong's daughter.

That's basically the case.

But Lu Yuan did not enjoy this kind of treatment.

He is signing.

His hands were numb and his whole body felt strangely suffocating.

He signed his name crookedly on those papers or photos, and he didn't even know how to write his name.

When he saw the two words "Lu Yuan", he didn't even recognize them.

Is this the word "Lu Yuan"?

He really doesn't want to write a word now.

He is desperate.

This kind of despair cannot be described at all...

But after seeing the excited expressions of the guests in the room, he couldn't refuse.

After all, he can't let these people go back empty-handed, right?

Okay, then sign it!

Time passed bit by bit, and Lu Yuan felt like he was working mechanically like a machine that could only draw magic symbols. At the same time, there were customers coming in cheerfully wearing coats and holding pens and papers.

God knows why they are still up so late.

Lu Yuan no longer knew what expression to use to treat these people.

Finally, an hour passed, and it was not until 3:30 in the morning that these guests left with Lu Yuan's autographs satisfied. Of course, there were also a group of guests who took out their mobile phones to talk to their sons, daughters, or classmates in a very excited tone.

Achievements.

"I got it, I got it, haha, I got it!"

"Don't tell me, Lu Yuan's signature is really good and his artistic sense is very good!"

"Yeah, the word "Lu Yuan" was written in such a way that I almost couldn't read it. Sure enough, A Yuan's whole person was different after he walked around outside. He was influenced by art, and the pianist's signature was different.

!”

"Stop talking, I want to treasure it carefully and wait for its price to increase again, no... I want to wait for its value to increase..."

"..."

"..."

Lu Yuan finally closed his eyes after hearing these sounds.

It's finally over.

At this moment, he let out a long sigh of relief and lay on the sofa in the living room. He was really exhausted.

In fact, he is still in a fog until now, and he doesn't even understand what is going on with these guests.

You say they are your fans?

What nonsense? The way they look at themselves is totally different from the way they look at their idols, okay...

Although Lu Yuan's reaction was usually half a beat slower, he still understood this.
To be continued...