After that, Ren Zhouyuan took An An to the newly registered Maker Lab twice. Although it was not Vichy who he took An An to before, it can be seen that An An prefers Vichy's teaching atmosphere, just because his father brought him and the content of the courses taught is similar, so An An still showed a little interest in the end.
The manuscripts selected by Ren Zhouyuan had been completed long ago, and Fan Wenfeng received the manuscript fee quickly after handing it over to Fan Wenfeng. This way, it covered the cost of signing up for An An's class.
Fan Wenfeng knew that he had reported to other labs but not Weiqi, so he couldn't understand what he did, and couldn't help sighing every time he called. If he was asked to take An An to class before, he would still understand, but now he really doesn't understand what Ren Zhouyuan is thinking. He feels that since Ren Zhouyuan came back, his every move is a bit confusing. But people can't tell where the difference is.
Fan Wenfeng invited Ren Zhouyuan and his son out for dinner, and it happened that An An was going to the laboratory for class today, so Fan Wenfeng drove to pick them up and eat at the restaurant.
An An walked out with a mini drone in his arms. The plane in his hand was obviously much more refined than the one he made with a 3D pen in Vichy, and it was equipped with a remote control. It was a real small plane. , but An An was not as excited as when Fan Wenfeng took him to Weiqi at first, and he seemed a little bit disappointed.
Fan Wenfeng and Ren Zhouyuan looked at each other, the latter guessed what he meant from his eyes, shrugged helplessly, opened the back door and got into the car with An An.
Ren Zhouyuan asked along the way, An An answered, and Fan Wenfeng probably guessed the content of An An's class today from their conversations.
He looked at the father and son in the rearview mirror, saw Ren Zhouyuan coaxing An Anduo to say something, and sighed helplessly.
When he arrived at the restaurant, Fan Wenfeng quickly ordered the dishes. After the waiter went down, he asked, "Why did you take An An there for class? The place is farther than Vichy. If you let An An go to Vichy, maybe you still have employee discounts." Well, even if you don’t use those employee discounts, Vichy’s course fees are not high, and I think the teachers there are quite good, and they are still the best in the industry.”
Ren Zhouyuan glanced at him, then at An An, and said, "I checked on the Internet, and the teachers An An goes to now are not bad."
An An kept looking up at Ren Zhouyuan, pursed her lips and lowered her head after hearing his words, silently fiddling with his small plane.
Both Ren Zhouyuan and Fan Wenfeng saw his movements, the former pretended not to see it, but Fan Wenfeng frowned, "Have you asked An An? How do you know which one he likes?"
Hearing this, An An raised her head abruptly, frowned and stared at Fan Wenfeng and said, "I like that my father chose for me!"
Ren Zhouyuan didn't show it on his face, but he sighed in his heart. He didn't know that An An liked Wei Qi better, but he couldn't help it. Now that they were exposed enough, he didn't dare to take any risks.
"Okay," Fan Wenfeng said softly, "Uncle knows that you like the one chosen by Dad." He glanced at Ren Zhouyuan, then looked back at An An and said, "But An An can tell Uncle that you like the one that Uncle took you to before." Laboratory?"
An An puffed up his face and didn't speak, but neither Fan Wenfeng nor Ren Zhouyuan looked at him silently, and even Ren Zhouyuan was curious about what faults he could pick out, maybe this would be able to "prescribe the right medicine", and I will use what An An said in the future This excuse was used to convince him to fall in love with the new laboratory.
An An thought for a long time, and finally turned her head and whispered: "... those teachers are all foreigners."
Ren Zhouyuan: "..."
"What?" Fan Wenfeng was far away from An An, and he really didn't hear clearly, but he became even more curious when he saw Ren Zhouyuan's expression.
An An pouted and didn't speak. He glanced at Ren Zhouyuan, then looked back at Fan Wenfeng, and shouted loudly this time: "They are all foreigners!"
"Huh?" Even Fan Wenfeng was dumbfounded this time.
Ren Zhouyuan supported his forehead, his face was a little bright, when the dishes he ordered were served, he put some dishes in An'an bowl for him to eat, and then he slowly explained the matter to Fan Wenfeng.
When Zhou Yuan was pregnant with An'an, he almost hid at home and never went out until he gave birth to An'an, and almost used up all the savings he had saved before. When An An was almost one year old, the remaining money was not enough to support the lives of the two of them, let alone An An was still so young, even if Ren Zhouyuan himself was hungry, he would not be willing to starve An An.
At that time, he sent dozens of resumes a day, but because An An was too young, he had no money to hire a confinement wife, and no company was willing to let him take the child to work, so he couldn't find a job after a long delay.
At this moment, he found a job related to archaeology. Strictly speaking, he was not a major in archaeology, but the archaeological team happened to study the content of ancient characters, and the whole team was about to set off. Most of them are only willing to stay in colleges and wait for the people in the team to get the results before writing the papers, so the archaeological team has been unable to gather the number of people, so even though Ren Zhouyuan has a child, the people in the team didn't say much, just let Just don't delay everyone by yelling about hard work halfway through.
By accident, Ren Zhouyuan joined the archaeological team. After working for two years, An An also grew up from a small group, and could walk and call Dad.
When I was young, An An’s facial features didn’t grow and she didn’t see anything, and her reddish-brown hair was only regarded as a child who was malnourished and her hair didn’t grow well. People also said that this baby with a high nose and big eyes looked very cute , But as An An grew older, the people in the same team could see that this child was not malnourished at all, but just a beautiful mixed-race child.
These old-fashioned people who have spent most of their lives traveling abroad are still some old-fashioned people who study ancient Chinese culture. They have long cherished a kind of pride in Chinese culture, and at the same time, they also inexplicably have a little contempt for foreign culture.
Ren Zhouyuan brought a "oil bottle" with him when he joined the team, and they had already planted some seeds of dissatisfaction in their eyes. It was only because the archaeological team was in urgent need of employment that they reluctantly recruited him.
Everyone saw that Ren Zhouyuan took a child up and down the mountain by himself at a young age, and he had never heard of him talking about the child's mother. He had not left a good impression in their eyes for a long time.
Now they find that this baby is not only without a mother, but was born with a foreign woman. This group of old-fashioned people instantly think that Ren Zhouyuan is a young man who loves to play. go! So this incident was like dropping a time bomb in the archaeological team. Slowly, Ren Zhouyuan realized that everyone was not so friendly to their father and son.
Although An An was young at that time, a child without a mother was very sensitive. He was already very protective of food when he was over two years old, and he could not tolerate others saying that his father was not good. The members of the archaeological team thought that An An was just a baby boy, and talked about Ren Zhouyuan in front of him recklessly, looking at An An with naked contempt, which made An An subconsciously want to avoid those old men.
Because Ren Zhouyuan was young, he was often sent to do some physical work. An An wanted to go with his father, but the work of archaeology was not easy at all.
That's it, the voices of those people talking behind Ren Zhouyuan's back are getting louder, and they can still maintain hypocritical etiquette in front of Ren Zhouyuan, but behind their backs, they are talking directly in front of other people's sons, talking like It's like they watched how Ren Zhouyuan made other girls' bellies bigger, and they only wanted children and not mothers.
An An has been smarter than other children since he was a child, and he will call him Dad before he is one year old. Now he is almost three years old, and he can already understand what adults say. He was so wronged, his eyes were always filled with tears, but he couldn't bear to let them fall, and when Ren Zhouyuan came back, he was so sticky to him that he couldn't tear them apart.
At first, Ren Zhouyuan only thought that he was missing his father, but there was an accident in the middle of a mission, and he came back early, and before he entered the door, he heard the group of old-fashioned people chatting loudly, and they could be heard laughing a few meters away It was only when they walked to the door that they realized that they were talking about themselves.
Ren Zhouyuan brought the child out by himself, and he had expected that someone would talk behind his back, but he didn't expect that this group of self-proclaimed scholars would actually be like this. He sighed, and was about to make some noise to calm down the people inside, but unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw An An squatting in the corner of the room, covering her ears with her hands, her eyes were red and her mouth was pursed, trying not to make a sound. The trembling little mouth made Ren Zhouyuan's heart twitch suddenly, and his anger immediately rose.
He also didn't care that the people inside were all old men with some reputation in the industry, he kicked open the door with a "bang", walked to the corner in two steps and hugged An An, his face darkened to the extreme.
He was so angry that he couldn't say a word, his chest was heaving and uneven, and he exhausted all his strength to suppress his anger a little. He glared at the stunned old men, turned around, hugged An An and left.
He hugged An An back to his room without saying a word. On the way, An An didn't say a word, but just leaned on his shoulders, but the wetness from his shoulders burned Ren Zhouyuan's heart, and he hugged An An even tighter. I regret it so much.
That night, he coaxed An An for a long time before coaxing An An enough to open her mouth to speak.
An An endured it for so long, just because she didn't want her father to know that others were talking about him. Although An An was young, she already knew how to feel sorry for Ren Zhouyuan. However, now that Ren Zhouyuan knew that those people were speaking ill of him behind his back, and after being coaxed by him a few words, An An cried and told Ren Zhouyuan exactly what they had said about him these days.
Ren Zhouyuan frowned when he heard that, he wanted to put An An next to those people to take care of An An, but let alone take care of him, he actually spoke ill of his father in front of such a young child, when he thought of the picture of An An squatting in the corner and trying not to cry Ren Zhouyuan was so angry that he wanted to beat up those old-fashioned people.
An An hugged Ren Zhouyuan, sobbed in his arms and whispered: "Those uncles said that An An is not father's son, that An An is a wild child born to a foreigner, Dad, what is a wild child?"
Ren Zhouyuan clenched his fists, the tendons in his hands protruding, and it took a lot of effort to make his words as gentle as possible. He patted An An on the back and said: "An An is not a wild child, An An is father's child, father's best and best child!"
He was a little trembling when he said it, but somehow he suppressed it. An An grabbed Ren Zhouyuan's clothes with his small hands, and said cautiously, "Is An An born by father?" He looked up at Ren Zhouyuan, then lowered his head and said in frustration, "An An and father don't look alike at all. …”
Ren Zhouyuan was taken aback for a moment, and tightened his hand holding An An again. He raised An An's head to let him look at him and said, "Dad is Chinese, so An An is also Chinese. Do you think An An's eyeballs are the same as Dad's?" It's black, foreigners have blue and green eyes, how can there be such beautiful black eyes as An An? An An is the child of my father, and An An's black eyes are the best proof!"
It was such words that An An deeply remembered in his mind. When he grew up, he finally understood what those old men said back then. And as the outline of his mixed race became more and more distinct, that face looked more and more like Leonid, and more and more people called him a "foreign kid".
Since then, "foreigner" has become a bad word, and the weight in An An's mind is equivalent to saying that he is not Ren Zhouyuan's son.
So when Ren Zhouyuan heard him say that Vichy's teachers were all foreigners, this long-lost sense of powerlessness surged up again in an instant.
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*Which country is An An from? Little Theater*
An An: An An is Chinese!
Leonid: But you are my son
An An: An An's father is Chinese!
Leonid: I... I... as long as you are happy
Ren Zhouyuan: Thank you for your hard work, "Mom"
Leonid: ... as long as you are happy QAQ