Lin Chuyan called his mother and explained the current predicament of the society. His voice was sad and lonely, and there was still a little bit of urgency suppressed, which made the listener feel sad and the listener shed tears.
Mom asked, "Why did you change clubs again?"
"A friend invited me to join," Lin Chuyan replied, paused, and added, "She is very beautiful."
"Really? Send me the photos for a look?"
Just as Lin Chuyan was about to speak, there was a sneer from his father on the other end of the phone: "Oh, are you playing with your mother again? Do you think I don't exist? You can fool her but you can't fool me " Then, Dad's voice became far away, and he should have let go of the phone to talk to Mom: "You are stupid, you have been cheated once, why do you still trust him?"
"This time it's true." Lin Chuyan said.
"Go away, don't you just want money, no!"
"It's not me, it's the community. It's very difficult now. Many students have worked hard for a week of activities. I have already said that Yuelin Group will sponsor. Dad, think about the company's image. You will come to Nanjing University during the graduation season Steal talent."
"Don't pretend to me, I know all about your flamboyance. If the association is really short of money, you can put it on first. You can treat it as a watch of 120,000 yuan, and don't tell me that it is all spent."
"It's over."
"..."
The father and son argued for a while, neither of them expected that the other would be determined not to give in this time. Later, my mother was very moved by this, and suggested that Lin Chuyan bring her beautiful female classmate home as a guest. Lin Xueyuan felt that his wife's will was too weak, and she might not be on anyone's side after a while.
He simply went out with his mobile phone, stood alone in the garden, and said, "Come to me if you have a problem. Okay, now I have a problem too. If you can solve it for me, I will solve it for you. How about it?"
Lin Chuyan asked, "Father, what is your problem?"
"Oh," Lin Xueyuan actually sighed, "Do you know what gift your mother wants?"
"I probably guessed it."
"Oh? Let's hear it."
"Mom may want to give birth to a younger sister for me, but you..." can't do what you want.
After all, he was his own father, and he had to take care of his face, so Lin Chuyan didn't say anything after that, but the meaningful tone was particularly on point.
Lin Xueyuan was about to die of anger: "You little brat, get the hell out of here!"
Lin Chuyan quickly changed her words: "Don't be angry, I'm just kidding, it's because I want a younger sister too much."
Lin Xueyuan's tone softened a bit, and said, "Don't worry, we won't have a second child."
"You don't have to think about my feelings."
"We never considered your feelings... It's your mother who is not in good health. It's too dangerous for advanced mothers."
The topic inexplicably turned to a strange place, Lin Chuyan quickly broke it back and asked: "Then what does mother want, or what do you want to give her?"
"Oh. You also know, right? Your mother likes a painter very much in the past two years. I just want to ask the painter for a painting on her birthday. The kind that has an inscription for her. I have all the money ready. It turned out well…”
"What's wrong?"
"That painter is a bit special. He doesn't paint for any money."
"Why not draw?"
"I said I didn't want to draw."
Lin Chuyan couldn't hold back his joy.
"Don't gloat over my misfortune," Lin Xueyuan said, "that's my problem. If you can solve it for me, well, I'll take over the sponsorship of your club. Not only this year, but for the next three years, I'll give you the contract. How about letting you have face as the boss in the club?"
Lin Chuyan is not stupid: "How can I do things that you can't even do."
"That's embarrassing, you go begging!"
…
In the end, Lin Chuyan said that he could give it a try. He didn't take this matter to heart, and planned to think of other ways. Although my father is hard-hearted, my mother's ears are very soft.
However, when he checked the artist's profile, he thought of someone inexplicably.
The painter's name is Xiang Daying, from Lingxi City.
Xiang Nuan is also from Lingxi City.
Two people with the same surname and from the same place, will there be any relationship? Distant relatives or something
With this in mind, Lin Chuyan called Xiang Nuan.
After only two rings, it was hung up.
Lin Chuyan raised her eyebrows slightly, still angry
Thinking of the scene of her blushing and running away at that time, he thought it was quite funny again, so he couldn't help laughing.
Then he harassed her on WeChat.
Lin Chuyan: Still angry
Lin Chuyan: Can I treat you to dinner? You can choose any five-star hotel.
Lin Chuyan: What kind of skin do you want, I will buy it for you.
Lin Chuyan: I lie flat and let you beat me.
Lin Chuyan: Don't be angry.
Lin Chuyan: I mean business, do you know Xiang Daying
Not long after this message was sent, Xiang Nuan took the initiative to call.
"What on earth are you up to?" she asked.
Lin Chuyan held the phone, lowered her head and held the corner of her mouth, and said softly, "I said, don't be angry."
"Humph."
"Do you really know Xiang Daying?"
Xiang Nuan was silent for a while, and asked back, "Are you talking about the one who drew kittens, Xiang Daying?"
"..." Lin Chuyan didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He squeezed his forehead and replied, "I'm talking about the famous contemporary Chinese painter Xiang Daying, um, he is famous for painting cats." What is painting kittens...
Xiang Nuan said "Oh", and replied, "That's my father."
Lin Chuyan: "..."
what a small world.
"I said, student Lin Chuyan, what's the matter with you?"
"I want to ask you a favor."
"What's busy?"
After Lin Chuyan finished talking about what he wanted to help, Xiang Nuan smiled.
Xiang Nuan always said that Lin Chuyan's voice was nice, but in fact her voice was nice too, but she didn't realize it herself. Her voice is soft and sweet, reminiscent of the fruit-flavored gummies I ate when I was a child.
At this moment, Xiang Nuan smiled twice, light and cheerful, like a bird singing with wings.
Lin Chuyan also smiled, her eyelashes trembling slowly, and asked her softly, "How is it?"
Xiang Nuan said: "Lin Chuyan, you can ask me to help, but I also have a request." She said this with a bit of a tone, half a smile, like a little beauty in a Qing palace drama.
Lin Chuyan's scalp tightened, "Say it. You can do whatever you want."
Xiang Nuan: "I want you—"
Lin Chuyan's eyebrows twitched heavily.
"—Call me Papa."
I want you to call me daddy...
I knew, I knew there would be such a day... She finally extended her clutches to her own people...
Lin Chuyan raised his hand to support his forehead.
... Who did I learn from!
—
Xiang Nuan called her father.
Dad is "Comrade Xiang Daying" in her address book.
Although Comrade Xiang Daying is a "famous painter", in fact he has no airs. The reason why he doesn't like to paint for others is not because of the rumored self-worth or arrogance of talent, but purely because he has been hurt by others.
Back then, Comrade Xiang Daying was just a young man who was obsessed with art. Because of his talent, he was well-known in the circle of calligraphy and painting.
He is a mild-mannered person, and he will paint for free with whomever he gets along well with, without taking any money.
As a result, the two who had received free paintings from him once discussed with others how much the paintings in their hands would be worth after Xiang Daying died, and they also said that the sooner he died, the better, because Ying died early The dead leave few works, and the fewer the works, the more valuable they are...
This word reached Xiang Daying's ears, and his young heart was severely shocked.
From then on, he didn't give away paintings easily, and when someone brought money to ask for paintings, he also lacked interest.
Because they are not short of money. Moreover, when others bring money, they openly treat his paintings as commodities, which makes him uncomfortable.
After he got married, he gave his paintings to his wife, and joked: "When I die, these paintings will be a huge inheritance."
"It's not dead, you shut up."
These are what Xiang Nuan heard from her mother, but her father never mentioned them. Once, Xiang Nuan asked her mother: "Did you choose to marry Dad because you were fascinated by his talent, or because you were attracted by his personality?"
Mom said: "Neither. He is so good-looking, I just..." I couldn't control it.
Xiang Nuan was shocked: "Mom, you are too superficial!"
Mom poked her forehead: "Go! If it weren't for my superficiality, I wouldn't be able to give birth to such a beautiful daughter as you."
…
At this moment, I called Nuan He's father. After the usual inquiry, she asked, "Dad, is there an uncle named Lin who wants to ask you to paint recently? The one who wants to give his wife a birthday present."
"It seems so, what's the matter?"
"Well, he... is the father of my senior from the club."
"Huh?" Comrade Xiang Daying felt a little suspicious, "It seems that you and your senior have a lot to talk about."
"No, he just mentioned it like that, and then we found out that the world is quite small, how could it be such a coincidence. His parents have a very good relationship, and his mother is your fan. His father wanted to buy your paintings just because I wanted to surprise my wife."
Xiang Daying listened patiently, and said, "Tell me about you and your senior."
"Father..." Xiang Nuan was a little dumbfounded, "That's not the point."
"No, that's the point." Dad's tone sounded so serious, "Why do I feel that our little cabbage is going to be raped. Who is that brat? You let him come to see me."
"Dad!" Xiang Nuan was so embarrassed by his father's words, and whispered, "He's quite annoying, don't see him."
Dad didn't believe it: "Why do you want to intercede for him if you hate him?"
"Well, because, if I do this, he will have to call me Dad." Xiang Nuan couldn't help being a little proud when he said this. Lin Chuyan is definitely going to fall into her hands this time. Ah…
Xiang Daying was silent for a long time, and finally sighed: "Young people nowadays really know how to play."
"Dad, just draw one picture for them, one picture, one picture!"
"Okay, okay, draw, draw." Xiang Daying smiled as he spoke, a little sad, and thought to himself: Oh, my daughter has grown up...
—
When Lin Xueyuan received the affirmative answer from Xiang Daying, he couldn't believe it. He immediately called the unlucky boy: "You can do it, you really let you do it? Yes, I accept it!"
Lin Chuyan said modestly: "Fortunately, I just paid a small price."
"What price?"
"Well, I changed my father."
"..."