My Mr. Lou is Lemonade

Chapter 241 Mrs. Lou, This Is My Gift For You
A male host appeared out of nowhere, wearing a tuxedo, holding a microphone, with a smile in the corner of his eyes, and walked slowly to the door of the stone pillar.

The light shines on the host, and the faint background music that is not harsh is played.

"Ladies and gentlemen, friends from all walks of life and friends from the media, welcome to the housewarming ceremony of the new site of Lyceum Orphanage."

"The Lyceum Welfare Institute was donated by Mr. Lou. According to the design style of the original site of the Lyceum Welfare Institute, it was scaled up and built, and a small amount of modern improved design was incorporated. Next, we invite the old director of the Lyceum Welfare Institute Lu's mother and the new dean Mr. Lu Dazhuang held the unveiling ceremony for us."

Da Zhuang helped Dean Lu walk to the door of the stone pillar, and the two of them tore off the red ribbon together, and unveiled the signboard of the gate of the new orphanage.

Lyceum Orphanage.

The large red characters carved on the stone tablet are round and round, making people feel inexplicably comfortable.

The moment the red cloth was removed, the salute was fired, ribbons were flying around, and there was thunderous applause at the scene.

Under the leadership of the host, everyone passed through the stone gate and came to the real gate of the orphanage.

"Because we were worried about the safety of children's access, we gave up the heavy wooden door and improved it into a modern electric door, and added two security posts. We hired an excellent designer to paint the original white wall. I hope that every child who comes here will feel that this is another piece of paradise on earth.”

Dean Lu wiped away his old tears and couldn't help nodding, "Okay, that's how it should be."

The cold walls make people feel hopeless, but today's colorful cartoon wall paintings can bring people a different feeling.

Passing through the electric gate, the building inside is the same as before, only on a larger scale.

"Mr. Lou added floors according to the original architectural design, and opened up kindergartens, primary schools, middle and high schools. Lou's will continue to be responsible for the follow-up educational teachers and capital investment. We also welcome kind-hearted people from all walks of life to join in the joint construction. Let every child who comes to the orphanage be adopted no longer the only way out."

There was thunderous applause again.

Only those who go out from here understand the feeling of being picked by others, and investing in small-scale teaching in an orphanage can be said to be very humane.

The host took everyone to a building behind the main building.This building was not in the original orphanage. It is full of Chinese style. The light gray corrugated cornice roof design is about six stories high. There are copper bells under the corner of the cornice. The night wind blows, and there is a refreshing sound.

There are a few willow trees planted in front of the building, with long vines, swaying in the wind, hidden among several rockery rocks, with a simple and elegant posture.

Everyone walked closer and looked up to see three words written on the brown wooden plaque: Yanyu Building.

At some point, Lou Yaoyun walked to the center, and the surrounding high-wattage lights were also turned off, replaced by dim yellow street lamps, and the surrounding area was shrouded in a layer of warm yellow light.

The children in the orphanage held the artificial fireflies distributed by Jiangnan in advance, and surrounded a firefly passage from Su Yuhan's side to the place where Yaoyun stood in the other building.

The heavy evening clock struck exactly nine times.

The children let go of the artificial fireflies on their hands, and there were dots of stars flying in the air, just like real fireflies, creating a romantic and charming atmosphere.

Su Yuhan looked up and saw him standing at the end of the firefly, dazzling and heroic.He smiled slightly at her eyebrows, slightly parted his lips, and said in a voice that stirred the night.

"Mrs. Lou, this is a gift from me."

　Writing about artificial fireflies does not support catching live fireflies.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)