Global Movie Emperor Chapter 225

Boarding at 7:30 in the morning on the 29th, flying from the magic city to the Imperial Capital, boarding at 12:40 in the morning on the 30th, flying from the Imperial Capital to Xiangjiang, and fought in three places in three days. The strong climate change will inevitably cause Lu Ze felt a little tired.

Walking out of the airport, Wang Zixuan waited at the gate. Only Lu Ze's ticket was changed yesterday. Wang Zixuan still flew to Xiangjiang on the 29th plane.

"Brother Lu, let me carry your luggage for you. Take a break, and Master Jia will come to pick you up."

Seeing Lu Ze's fatigue, Wang Zixuan reached out and took over Lu Ze's luggage, because she only spent two or three days in Xiangjiang, and her suitcase contained only the clothes for the party and some scattered things, no Shen, Lu Ze didn't stop him, and handed her the suitcase.

On the contrary, it was Jia Changwei who came to pick him up, which surprised Lu Ze. The attitude of Comrade Jia to Lu Ze before, Lu Ze can still be vividly remembered, and now that he can come to meet Lu Ze, the sun has come out.

An old-fashioned Rolls-Royce parked outside. The driver helped Wang Zixuan put his luggage. Lu Zela took a look in the car door. Jia Changwei was sitting in the car, smoking a cigarette, and his complexion was pretty good. Life is very comfortable.

"Master Xiao Jia, how embarrassed to ask you to pick me up."

"Stop talking nonsense, have you eaten? I invite you to dinner, and Asheng will go to Uncle Ya's teahouse."

After Lu Ze and Wang Zixuan were seated, the car started. Although it can be called a classic car, the interior is not less comfortable than the current car, and the exterior looks even more impressive.

Compared with the surrounding modern cars, this old antique is still a square style, very tough, and the golden figure is brightly placed on the front of the car, making all cars retreat. This thing is much more expensive than the current Rolls-Royce. Up.

When I arrived at the tea house, it was already past four in the afternoon, and it was time for dinner. Originally, the tea house only sold tea and cakes, but after all, it was not the guests, but Lu Ze came to eat a meal of Xiangjiang's home-cooked dishes.

The teahouse is still as old as it was before, but it is also lively. Perhaps it is hot. Some old people are holding big umbrellas at the door, drinking tea and playing cards, and they can hear their voices from far away.

"Uncle Ya! It's been a long time since I saw you, how are you doing? The bones are still very strong."

Uncle Ya was still sitting on the old grandmaster's chair, swaying the fan gently, and when he heard someone say hello to him, he turned his head and glanced at Lu Ze before agreeing.

"it is good."

Lu Ze frowned and looked at Jia Changwei. Uncle Ya's performance just now was not like his usual temper. If this is before the change, he would definitely have to scold Lu Ze with a smile, and then let him enter the house to drink tea, but now he writes on his face. Full of confusion, it was like not knowing Lu Ze. After thinking for a long time without knowing what to say, he said a word and reluctantly agreed to Lu Ze's greeting.

"People are getting old and confused. Sometimes even I forget about it. It's been like this since the beginning of spring this year. It's probably not many days. Uncle Ya, come in for dinner."

Jia Changwei calmly answered the question in Lu Ze's heart, turned around and helped Uncle Ya into the room, carefully letting Uncle Ya sit on the main seat of the dinner table.

"Then go to the hospital, you can't just wait like this."

"The old man is dead, and he said nothing. What can I do? If you don't go, don't go. It's not bad for the mixed clubs to end their lives. It should not be possible for the 80th birthday in November this year, 66, 80 Two hurdles, it is estimated that the second one will not pass."

"Smelly boy! I can live to be one hundred and eighty years old! Don't curse me!"

Originally, Jia Changwei and Lu Ze were chatting, but Uncle Ya suddenly intervened and reprimanded Jia Changwei loudly, giving Jia Changwei a sneer.

"The old man's ears are still very good. He lived well and lived to be one hundred and eighty. It's always like this. It's good and bad. Call Song Qingmin and ask if I still have to invite him to dinner?"

Jia Changwei went to accompany Uncle Ya, and Lu Ze laughed. It's not good to see Uncle Ya now, but Jia Changwei is right. It's a blessing for the mixed community to die and live to the present after killing so many people. , If there is the saying of reincarnation, maybe how much sin will be suffered in the next life.

Without thinking about it, Lu Ze picked up his mobile phone and called Song Qingmin. Song Qingmin was connected quickly, and rushed to tell Lu Ze that he would be there in a while, and asked Lu Ze to tell Young Master Jia that he was in a traffic jam.

Lu Ze, the mainland boy, didn't have much awe of Jia Changwei, but Song Qingmin, an old Xiangjiang native, was really scared to death. Lu Ze understood this, and after talking to Jia Changwei, he began to help his wife Fang's job.

Sister Fang is Uncle Ya's daughter-in-law and the person who really makes tea in the teahouse. Perhaps the retribution was on Uncle Ya's son. Uncle Ya's only son was killed by a car in Australia, leaving only her newly married to Uncle Ya's son. Fang's wife less than two months old.

This woman was also a hard-working man. She became a widow when she got married. Later, she returned to Xiangjiang with Uncle Tooth. She did not remarry, and she has been taking care of her father-in-law, who was in her early 60s, until now.

When Lu Ze finished the food, Song Qingmin happened to come, sweating out of his head, and apologized to Jia Changwei when he entered the door. Jia Changwei was not really angry, and waved his hand casually, so he quickly sat down.

When the crowd arrived, the five people started their chopsticks. Jia Changwei picked up the rice bowl and fed the porridge to Uncle Ya who was unable to eat. Occasionally, the porridge water flowed to the corners of his mouth, and he carefully wiped it clean with tissues.

"Uncle Ya, do you know me?"

Seeing Uncle Ya who was drinking the porridge pay attention to himself, Lu Ze pointed to himself and asked. The old man shook his head, then turned his head and glared at Jia Changwei complainingly.

"You slow down, you want to choke me, clumsy."

"Yes, yes, I slow down, do you drink it? Take another sip, open your mouth, ah~"

"A Jian, I dreamed of your Uncle Long last night, and took me to kill someone. A lot of blood, are you afraid?"

"I'm afraid I'm afraid I'm going to be scared to death. Tell me, drink it? Wait, I'll wipe your mouth."

Lu Ze noticed that Sister Fang was wiping away tears secretly. It is estimated that this Ajian was the son of Uncle Ya's dead. Seeing Uncle Ya telling Jia Changwei's dreams vividly, he made Jia Changwei laugh, and Lu Ze suddenly felt a little bit With emotion.

Perhaps in Jia Changwei's heart, that hero's father is just the object of worship in his heart, and Uncle Ya is the one who truly gave him his father's love. He said that he doesn't care about the life and death of Uncle Ya. In fact, Jia Changwei feels more sad than anyone else. Right.

After eating a meal, Lu Ze glanced at the time. It was already 5:15, and it would take at least 40 minutes to get from here to the Grand Theater of the Cultural Center during this time period.

Lu Ze opened the suitcase and went to the bedroom to change his clothes and tie his tie. Wang Zixuan also came back from outside. She did not participate in the meal just now.

Simply put on some makeup, Lu Ze walked out of the room, and together with Song Qingmin, prepared to leave and set off for the venue.

"Wait, Aze, take my car over, Asheng is waiting for you outside the door."

Lu Ze looked at Jia Changwei for a while, nodded, did not reject his kindness, he only hesitated for a while, and then slowly said, "If you have anything, give me a call."

Jia Changwei naturally knew what something was going on, waved to Lu Ze, peeled off the shrimp and fed it to Uncle Tooth, without saying anything.

The black Rolls-Royce was driving on the road. Lu Ze looked out of the window in a daze, and began to think about what he didn't. It wasn't until the Cultural Theater came into Lu Ze's eyes that he really recovered.

The sound insulation of luxury cars has also become useless in this huge sound ~www.mtlnovel.com~ It seems that Xiangjiang, which has always been cold, began to warm up at this moment, and finally reached the hottest.

The back door stopped exactly on the red carpet, tidyed up his meters, exhaled, and the moment he opened the door, the cry became real, and he got out of the car and bowed gently to the audience who came to join him. This kind of highlight is always right. Lu Ze is the best return.

"Boss Dragon! Come on, Master Jia!"

"Lu Ze sign me! Sign me!"

Some people still don't know what Lu Ze's name is, they just remember the role he played, but that's enough, and the ones that can be remembered are classics.

As usual, he signed the names of the fans who supported him. After a short time, the fans who had not signed in could only say sorry. Standing in front of the screen, the reporter took a few photos and turned around and signed his own on the screen. The daimyo once again bowed to the audience from afar, and walked towards the inside of the theater in a stride.

Tonight, this war of honor has officially started.

Chapter end