Obviously it was only about a year apart, but looking at that back, An Lin's eye sockets were a little hot and humid.
What the hell is going on with that half-white hair? He's only fifty years old!
Many white hairs were intermingled with the jet-black hair, which looked extraordinarily dazzling, like silver needles, stinging An Lin.
It's only been a year. What happened to cause such a big change in my father
After An Mingchuan cooked a bowl of spicy noodles in his room, he turned on the TV and ate noodles while watching TV.
He likes watching TV while eating noodles, and thinks that the sound of "sizzling" when eating noodles, combined with the sound on TV, will make people more appetizing.
Some habitual actions, even now, have not changed in any way.
For example, before eating noodles, he rubs his hands for some unknown reason, and then picks up the chopsticks.
Seeing this scene, An Lin felt a familiar feeling in his heart.
When he was young, before eating noodles, he also liked to imitate his father's movements, rubbing his hands together for unknown reasons.
And his mother was on the sidelines, watching the two of them rubbing their hands with some amusement.
It was a very warm feeling, but it is a pity that it is impossible to reproduce this scene now.
On the TV, the beautiful host is broadcasting an entertainment news.
"Yesterday, at Dongfang Xue's Asian tour concert, a mysterious singer named An Lin appeared."
"One of his "Tao Zang" songs caused a huge sensation in the concert."
"Now this song has quickly become a song that occupies the top of the major music charts."
"Let's enjoy this song "Dao Zang" together!"
When An Mingchuan heard the news, his hand holding the noodles trembled slightly.
He raised his head and stared at the TV intently.
The screen turned to the concert scene, and that familiar face appeared in front of him.
An Mingchuan's eyes were wide open, his forehead was wrinkled by his eyes, and his breathing was a little short of breath.
An Lin sang a cappella at the beginning, and the beautiful singing voice was spread through the TV.
A clear voice with a hint of vicissitudes, with a beautiful melody, floating in the whole room.
If you don't listen to this song "Tao Zang" at the concert, you will lose the artistic conception of Tao.
But this "Tao Cang" is the best in terms of melody alone.
Therefore, after it was transmitted to the Internet through the media, it still ushered in a wave of hot listening boom.
The noodles that have just been cooked are still exuding steam.
There was no "sizzling" noodle eating sound in the room, only An Lin's singing was left.
An Mingchuan's noodles in the chopsticks had already cooled down, but he didn't notice.
I don't know whether to be intoxicated by the singing or by that familiar figure.
In the end, An Lin on the TV held hands with the beauty playing the guqin.
He bowed slightly to the crowd, and slowly left the stage amid applause resounding through the sky.
The TV screen turned back to the host, and began to comment on the song and the phenomenon it caused.
An Mingchuan came back to his senses, excitedly picked up his cell phone, and dialed the familiar number again.
"Sorry, the number you dialed is down..."
…
With a desolate expression, he put down his phone, picked up his chopsticks again, lowered his head, twitched his nose, rubbed his eyes, and murmured in a low voice: "Why are these noodles so spicy? It's so spicy to the nose and eyes..."
An Lin looked at the back of the man who continued to bow his head to eat noodles, and rubbed his eyes, just like his father rubbing his hands after eating noodles, his movements were as tacit as ever.
Over the past year, he often complained that his father had cheated him.
If it weren't for this bastard dad, he wouldn't have been forced to drop out of school, arrested and tortured.
However, he ignored how his father took care of him before.
He also couldn't see how his father humbled himself and even abandoned his dignity to borrow money.
He didn't even know why his father's hair was half gray in less than a year.
Perhaps the only thing An Lin knew was that his father would go to Hongda Construction Investment Co., Ltd. every few days to beg Mr. Zhang to let his son go.
Although his father probably knew in his heart that his son was no longer there...
…
That's right, Dad's gambling defect is indeed a jerk.
But as a son, what did An Lin do for his father
It seems that so far, nothing has been done for him.
All the burdens, all the pressure, seem to be borne by his father alone...
…
"Boom boom boom."
An Mingchuan heard the knock on the door, stood up slowly, and opened the door.
After opening the door, he saw a very familiar face.
He froze, clutching the doorknob tightly with his hand, trembling a little.
"Lin... Linzi, are you here?"
When An Mingchuan spoke, his lips trembled a little, and he stared blankly at the young man in front of him.
An Lin's eyes were a little red, he squeezed out a smile, and lightly hammered the man's chest with his fist: "You gambler, I finally let me find you! Why, you blocked the door and didn't let me in?"
"Ah, come in, come in!" An Mingchuan was afraid that An Lin would run away, so he took his hand and moved a chair beside him.
Seeing An Lin sit down, An Mingchuan also sat aside very excitedly.
He looked at An Lin, as if seeing some beautiful woman, without taking his eyes off it.
"Lin Zi, are you hungry? How about Dad make you a bowl of small noodles?" An Mingchuan asked with some expectation.
"Okay, I just didn't have dinner." An Lin nodded.
An Mingchuan happily ran to the kitchen when he heard the words, and got busy on the sidelines.
Seeing the busy figure in the kitchen and the wafting fragrance, An Lin's heart slowly calmed down.
Soon, a bowl of hot noodles was served.
An Mingchuan also added a lot of noodles to his bowl, and said cheerfully, "I'll eat with you."
The two sat at the same table, eating the noodles with a "sizzling" sound, and the chili pepper made the eyes of both of them red.
"Linzi, Dad is sorry for letting you suffer such a thing..."
"You... go back to school! Let Dad find a way to solve other things, and I promise that your studies will not be involved again!" An Mingchuan said suddenly.
An Lin raised his head, glanced at his father, and a certain string in his heart was touched again.
"Dad, don't you watch TV? I'm a well-known singer now. It's fine if I don't go to school." An Lin replied.
An Mingchuan became impatient when he heard this sentence: "Linzi, listen to me, finish your studies first, knowledge is the most important thing these days."
"With knowledge by your side, no matter what happens, you can live well."
"Look at me, even though the company is gone, I can still make a lot of money with my skills."
"With your dad here, you don't need to sing to make money. We don't have to worry about having no money to spend. Let's go back and study hard!"
As he spoke, a smile appeared on his sun-tanned face, and there were bright colors in his eyes.
with daddy in...
Yeah, it's such a good feeling to be depended upon...
No matter what happens, there is always someone standing in front of you, sheltering you from the wind and rain.
It's been a long time since I experienced this feeling, after returning from wandering for a year.
Seeing the old father say these words, an indescribable warmth filled my heart.
An Lin smiled, but the tears rolling in his eyes couldn't stop falling down.
He feels that this is home, this is where he belongs.
…
An Lin is a monk, he can feel his father's physical condition.
Working hard day and night has already exhausted my father's body.
That old face and half-white hair are caused by overwork and mental stress.
If he still let his father continue to do this, then he is still a god!
An Lin grasped his father's palm tightly, and said with a very firm expression:
"Dad, I will support you in the future!"
(end of this chapter)