Chapter 860: Fu Yu's Absence

"what?"

Lu Xinnuan thought that she could use it casually, but she didn't think about it so much.

She doesn't even know who the songwriter is, so how could she get the authorization?

Xu Jing didn't intend to say anything more to Lu Xinnuan, so she picked up the earphones beside her and gave a final reminder.

"The music festival is a grand event in the music circle. People in the circle pay special attention to copyright. If you want to save trouble, you can use it. With so many professionals staring at it, I can't save you."

"I see, teacher." Lu Xinnuan was so frightened that she nodded repeatedly. On such a big event as the music festival, she dared not slack off and seek her own death.

"Teacher, do you know who the author of this piece is? How can I contact him?"

"I don't know the details. If you can contact Miss Shen Yixin from the Shen family, you might have a chance."

After Xu Jing finished speaking, she lowered her head and studied the score in her hand.

Didn't intend to help anything.

After all, the relationship between him and Xu Huaiyin is just that, and he doesn't contact easily, and it is even more impossible to use his personal connections for the sake of Lu Xinnuan, a student.

Lu Xinnuan bit her lips in disappointment, "Teacher, do you have Miss Shen's contact information?"

"My family and the Shen family are not in the same faction, I don't know."

"oh oh."

Lu Xinnuan chose the song she wanted, but without authorization, she couldn't sing it at the music festival.

The first thing to bear the brunt is to contact Miss Shen Yixin.

However, how could she have such a way to get the phone number of the family lady.

Lu Xinnuan left the karaoke room with a lot of worries. Before leaving, Xu Jing asked her to take the gift back.

Lu Xinnuan felt extremely depressed, walking on the campus of Peking University, she lost her previous mood.

Now at the end of June, the school has not yet closed.

She walked through the crowd, and when she looked up at the road, she suddenly saw that familiar figure again.

Uncle?

Lu Xinnuan almost subconsciously,

Hid directly behind a big tree.

Seeing Fu Yu looking at her, he shrank his body even more nervously.

Seeing that face for the second time, Lu Xinnuan was sure that it was his little uncle Fu Yu. What's even more weird is that she ran into Fu Yu again and again. What does this mean?

Lu Xinnuan is well aware that she is no longer an ordinary person. She has made her official debut on the stage of "The Voice of the Most", so she can be regarded as an official singer.

It's just that her popularity hasn't increased yet, and she doesn't have to pretend to be that much.

But... Passers-by don't know me, doesn't it mean those relatives don't know?

Among the current relatives in the family, who doesn't want to curry favor with her?

She didn't want to care about how good Fu Yu's eyes were, she just wanted to know if Fu Yu had been following her? !

Otherwise, how could he appear in her school by such a coincidence?

Lu Xinnuan really couldn't think of any more reasons. She was already worried about the song, and now that Fu Yu chased her to the campus, she was even more worried.

After hiding for a while, he dared not come out from behind the tree until Fu Yu had gone far away.

She picked up the phone and called Fu Man.

"Mom, I saw your brother on the Peking University campus!"

Hearing her daughter's distraught voice, Fu Man didn't care about her addressing Fu Yu like this, and only cared: "Why did he get there?"

"I don't know! Mom, tell your aunt clearly, don't leak my information casually, if you meet any top relatives, it will be very bad for my acting career..."

"Okay, okay, mom knows."

Fu Man hurriedly coaxed her little daughter, and she also felt guilty in her heart.

The person who hadn't been in contact with her all year round suddenly appeared by her side, and was bumped into twice by her youngest daughter. If it was a coincidence, she really didn't believe it.

——

Fu Yu made an appointment with An Yanhui, the Dean of the Art Department of Peking University.

An Yanhui looked at the man who was now moving freely and radiantly, and said regretfully, "It's a pity, it would have been better if he had been cured sooner."

Their expressions were natural and their attitudes were familiar when they spoke. It seemed that they had a good relationship.

Fu Yu waved his hand, "There is nothing to regret."

"It's not a pity. You are talented in piano. I was very optimistic about you when I recruited students, but you gave up because of your eyes..."

Because Fu Yu is a lawyer, he will regularly maintain the school piano, and has not broken contact with An Yanhui in these years.

Every time An Yanhui saw Fu Yu, he would express such emotion.

Of course, the professors and teachers at Tsinghua University are also in the same situation.

We met by chance, but we kept in touch because of work. Everyone felt sorry for Fu Yu.

Fu Yu himself didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He was only preoccupied with two things now, and he didn't pay much attention to his future development.

"Dean An, I also want to inquire about something with you this time."

"You said, I will definitely help with your affairs."

Fu Yu laughed, "Do you know Milu?"

"..."

An Yanhui was at a loss for words immediately, "This is hard for me. There are not many people who know the name Milu, and he is so mysterious, so I don't know. However, I will pay attention to help you ask."

Knowing that it was not so easy to find out Milu's identity, Fu Yu nodded. Turning his head, he saw stacks of delicate envelopes on An Yanhui's desk.

"Admission letter?" Fu Yu picked up an envelope casually.

"Yes, the people from the admissions office brought it over for verification."

When Fu Yu put the envelope back, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the second envelope.

He slowly stared at the name "Lu Xinnuan" on the envelope, thinking for a while before a blurry face appeared in his mind.

"Fu Yu, do you know him?"

Fu Yu came back to his senses, smiled faintly, "I'll just take a look."

An Yanhui didn't quite believe it, so he kept an eye out and wrote down the name.

Coincidentally, someone knocked on the door in the office, and An Yanhui got up immediately, "It should be the teacher from the history department, don't you have something for him to see?"

The History Department of Peking University is the most famous in the country.

That's why Fu Yu came here on purpose.

Fu Yu followed to greet him, and the three of them exchanged pleasantries.

"Mr. Fu, what do you want me to see?" the history teacher asked.

Fu Yu carefully took out a pen from his pocket. This pen looks very old, and the style is also very old. It was carefully packed in a ziplock bag by Fu Yu, but it didn't wear any more.

He passed the thing over and said solemnly: "Teacher, please help me see the pattern on this pen. I don't quite understand it, it looks like a logo of an organization..."

The teacher of the history department studied the pen over and over again, and thought for a long time while pushing the glasses.

"The pen is an ordinary pen, and the key lies in the pattern. If I remember correctly, this seems to be the emblem of Jinjing Institute of Life Sciences..."

"Are you sure?" Fu Yu looked anxious.

The history teacher immediately took out his mobile phone and searched on the Internet, "Look, is it this? But this is the old school emblem, which has not been used for many years. It is normal that you don't know."

The teacher was quite emotional, "Mr. Fu, you still have a pen from so many years ago. It's an old thing!"

"School of Life Sciences..."

Fu Yu kept chanting the name, and stood there quietly, lost in thought.