After introducing her closed-door disciple and little granddaughter, Wen Ruyu proceeded to introduce the father of the Lu family, "An intimate friend I t after being sent down. I owe my healthy complexion these years to the food from their family. He is also the father-in-law of my closed-door disciple, surnad Lu, Lu Zhiyuan from Huaibei City. Sitting beside him is his sworn brother, Cheng Baoguo, a retired veteran official who also served in the military. Don’t be fooled by my old brother Lu’s anonymity. His skills in calligraphy and painting are in no way inferior to those present here, and his descendants are all remarkably accomplished."
"Isn’t that scholar gentry? Carrying on the tradition?" Su Ming looked at Mr. Lu in surprise, "Your na sounds sowhat familiar. Have I seen you or heard of you? Even if we had t, I wouldn’t recognize you now, we’ve all aged considerably."
Mr. Lu laughed heartily, "My na is quite common. Mr. Su might have heard of soone with the sa na."
"It’s possible." Su Ming nodded, his gaze finally resting on Lu Jiang seated at the lower end, filled with scrutiny, "Who is this? Old Wen, aren’t you going to introduce him?"
He carried an unusual aura, sitting there like a mountain overlooking a deep abyss, and his face seed very familiar.
Upon hearing the question, Wen Ruyu coughed twice, "He’s Xiaoxue’s revolutionary comrade, accompanying Xiaoxue here. It’s enough for you to et him; Xiaoxue will be the one dealing with you in the future, not him."
Given Lu Jiang’s status, Wen Ruyu didn’t let him greet the guests alongside Feng Qingxue.
It’s a joke; his face has appeared in newspapers many tis.
Of course, he’s also been on television, but very few families own televisions, and more people read newspapers.
The accompanying police escorts of his had to be persuaded at length by Feng Qingxue to change into plain clothes and pose as casual visitors throughout the Wen Family estate. Yet, their deanor and gait were distinctly different from ordinary civilians, keeping most people at a respectful distance.
So had already recognized Lu Jiang, but none dared to ask as directly as Su Ming did.
Even though they held so fa within the academic community, how can academia compare to the stature of high officials? It is believed that even Wen Ruyu, at over eighty years old, would be deferent upon eting the head of state.
Mr. Lu spoke up with a laugh, "Indeed, old Wen is right. Here, he is junior, just here for the fun."
Hearing his father downplay him to such an extent, Lu Jiang’s eyes carried a hint of grievance, and he turned to his wife seeking so comfort.
Feng Qingxue responded quickly, coughing gently and clearing her throat, "Ajiang, let’s go check on the preparations in the kitchen."
Stop sitting here adding stress to everyone; didn’t you notice so of the elderly dare not even speak up?
The elderly here, so of whom had just been exonerated, were like frightened birds, extraordinarily cautious in their speech and actions. The sight of their snow-white hair, gaunt and frail forms, patched-up clothing, and so with scars from past years looked deeply saddening; they once were renowned masters in various fields, yet now live so prudently.
Lu Jiang stood up and left the living room with Feng Qingxue, noticeably easing the atmosphere there considerably.
Jin Ruochu chuckled and called over Guan Cheng and Zhong Wenxiu, who were nestled in a corner talking while holding their children, "Since I am borrowing old Wen’s esteed place, let introduce my students to you. Guan Cheng is my student, has taken care of for several years, and is also the grandson-in-law, married to my granddaughter Wenxiu, both attending college currently. I hope you’ll guide them in the future."
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