On the night when Chen Guangling and his family were sent away, Wei Ran and Suisui had a lively meal after their parents came back from get off work. During the dinner, Wei Ran also handed over the 100,000 euros in cash that he had taken out from the metal book in advance. Gave it to parents.
Although this thick cash was enough to prove his efforts, because Suisui did not want to disclose their relationship prematurely, Wei Ran was inevitably asked again the fatal question of when to bring his girlfriend back.
But this time, before he could speak, Suisui, who was holding a braised chicken wing in one hand and a large glass of beer in the other, took over the topic and encouraged Wei Ran to arrange a blind date.
Wei Ran's mother glanced at Suisui who was in high spirits with a strange expression, and then asked tentatively, "How about you get together with your high school classmates? Let's see..."
"Yes, yes!" Suisui encouraged with a smile, "Look at who is single and beautiful, go and hook up!"
"Hooking up is nothing!"
Wei Ran was so angry that he picked up a piece of chicken butt with soup and threw it into Sui Sui's bowl above Zui Si, but in the end he resisted revealing the affair between him and the latter.
"If you two are really free these days, why not go to grandma's house and help out." Wei Ran's mother changed the subject at the right time, "Suisui's new house at grandma's house is almost ready to be renovated. You guys should go over and help clean it up."
tidy."
Before Wei Ran and Suisui could speak, Wei Ran's father also put down his cup, "Speaking of this, Suisui, when will your parents come back?"
"They said they would definitely come back before the end of the year, but they didn't say a specific day."
Suisui sipped the soup from her fingers, threw the chicken butt in the bowl to Wei Ran, picked up a chicken wing with chopsticks and put it into her bowl, "My dad is making a movie, isn't it? Listen to what my mom said,
The signal in that damn place where they filmed the movie was not good. The last time I contacted them was a week ago..."
"Your mother is still so capable." Wei Ran's mother shook her head helplessly, "Don't worry about them. It's better to come back later and save yourself the time to show off that crappy movie every day."
"How come you ruined the movie? Then I wrote the script of the movie," Wei Ran muttered in a moderate voice, and the piece of chicken butt that had been returned fell into the belly of the crooked pug at his feet.
inside
"I know every day that I am not doing my job properly!"
Wei Ran's mother commented angrily, completely forgetting that when she first heard the news, she showed off her pride to everyone, wishing that the whole world would know.
Compared with the laughter and laughter of their family, Chen Guangling's family far away in the capital was much busier.
In the warm piano room, Chen Luoxiang, wearing a dusty practice uniform, sat cross-legged on the edge of the piano table. In the lingering smell of sandalwood incense, he gently played the strings of the Guqin Youquan with his somewhat red fingers.
The strings play a piece of music in a slow and unhurried manner.
When the song ended, Chen Guangling, who was sitting opposite, opened his eyes and handed over a cup of warm scented tea, "Take a rest, I'm a little restless. That's it for today."
Hearing this, Chen Luoxiang took a long breath, shook his stinging fingers, and then took the tea cup and drank it all.
"Dad, do you think Mr. Liu can accept me as his apprentice?" Chen Luoxiang put down his tea cup and asked worriedly, "What if..."
"Don't worry," Chen Guangling said confidently, "As long as you go with this bed of Youquan, your apprenticeship will be at least half done."
"But this piano is not ours..." Chen Luoxiang reminded him hesitantly.
"What are you thinking about?"
Chen Guangling shook his head dumbfounded, "Mr. Liu's grandfather and my great-great-grandfather were both apprentices of Qin Hua, who made this bed. With this relationship, and the fact that they can see the bed's quiet spring with their own eyes,
, at most let him play a song, and then it will be a matter of course for him to accept you as his apprentice."
"What if... what if Mr. Liu plans to buy this piano?" Chen Luoxiang asked nervously, "We can't sell it to Mr. Liu, right? Then I would rather not learn it.
My son is not loyal to justice."
"Of course not for sale"
Chen Guangling gently touched the guqin on the table and replied matter-of-factly, "We borrowed this guqin, of course we can't sell it! I guess by then Mr. Liu will just want to meet your senior brother. When the time comes,
, if your senior brother wants to see you, you can meet him. If he doesn’t want to see you, there’s nothing we can do about it, right? Besides, if he doesn’t agree to accept you as his disciple, don’t even think about who owns this bed in Youquan.”
"Dad, is this... not authentic?" Chen Luoxiang asked with a grin.
"What's not authentic?"
Chen Guangling said angrily, "When I was your age, your grandfather often told me that Mr. Liu's father borrowed 20 kilograms of food stamps and ten kilograms of cornmeal from our family to prevent his family from losing money.
People are starving to death, and the food stamps and cornmeal have not been returned yet. If the two families hadn't contacted each other for decades, why would they have bothered to borrow the guqin? Carrying ten pounds of cornmeal can make him accept you as his disciple.
.”
"Can..."
"What's the point?" Chen Guangling put down the tea cup, "Hurry up and take a shower and go to bed. Get up at six o'clock tomorrow morning and start practicing the piano. This is a favor, and we can't let Mr. Liu find too many faults in his piano skills!"
The introverted and shy Chen Luoxiang opened his mouth, but finally stood up, honestly put the piano into the case, locked it in a windowless storage room, and then went downstairs to rest.
At about the same time, Wei Ran, who had eaten and drank enough, also returned to his own house, thinking about what to do during this time.
There is still half a month left before the Chinese New Year. If you stay at home all the time, you will probably be disliked in less than three days. If you go to grandma's house, in addition to seeing Suisui's grandpa's newly built big house,
There seems to be nothing to do.
"Why can't you feel at ease?"
Wei Ran murmured to himself, then stood up, locked the security door and drew the curtains, took out the contents of the metal book one by one and maintained them.
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He had learned how to operate a sewing machine during his several years of living there. Even when he took it out for maintenance, he was always worried for fear of someone knocking on the door at this time.
In the past, he might have complained like those military fans that the control was too strict and that he had lost his blood and martial spirit. But the experience of more than one year and two years has changed his mind. The so-called blood, the so-called
Martial arts can really be cultivated by wielding swords and guns? I'm afraid that's not necessarily the case.
On the contrary, the current safe environment must have been achieved by countless people like Li Hexian who longed for peace and paid an unimaginable price.
In other words, what’s wrong with not being able to play with guns? Are you scared if you don’t have a gun in your hand? Are you afraid to speak out when something happens?
If such a coward is really such a coward, giving him an atomic bomb on his shoulder, let alone a gun, will not necessarily cultivate any martial spirit. Instead, he may become a garbage person who relies on the weapons in his hands to do evil and bully, but bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong.
"You can't take these things out when you are in China in the future..."
The frightened Wei Ran muttered secretly, quickly assembled the parts on the floor into an amazingly powerful anti-tank gun, and then immediately put it into a metal book.
He threw the rag stained with gun oil and stains into the trash can. After washing his hands carefully, he took out the Guqin Yaoguang from the metal book. He walked into the well-soundproofed study with peace of mind, locked the door and played the only song he could play.
of a song.
However, although this song could help him dispel the anger and depression brought back from various battlefields every time, it could not really make him relax from the tense state of having nothing to do but being unable to rest.
The previous experience of studying psychology courses with Gorman also made Wei Ran vaguely realize that he might have unknowingly become accustomed to the tense nerves on the battlefield and the busy life in daily life, so that
At this moment, he actually felt a sense of guilt that shouldn't exist. It felt like he was skipping class and lying at home while others were in class, as uncomfortable as he felt.
"It seems that this musical instrument is not omnipotent..."
Wei Ran plucked the strings and waited until the lingering sound dissipated, then put it back into the metal book and walked to the bedroom. At the same time, he secretly thought about asking Suisui tomorrow if he had any plans during this time.
In the blink of an eye, at six o'clock the next morning, Wei Ran opened his eyes early, got into the bathroom and took a cold shower that he was already used to but still made him grin. Then he did push-ups and sit-ups on the floor of the living room, and then
He left home again in the still dark sky and started jogging around the community. When he came back sweating profusely and carrying the family's breakfast, his parents and Suisui in the room opposite had just gotten up.
"It's rare that you didn't sleep in," Wei Ran's father took the soy milk fried dough sticks from his son's hand and said nonchalantly, "Keep going, let's see how many days you can last."
"I want to eat Xiao Long Baozi tomorrow," said Suisui, who was brushing her teeth and stuck most of her head out of the bathroom.
"I think you look like a bun." As Wei Ran spoke, he took out a can of sugar from the kitchen and placed it on the dining table.
"You're just like a bun!" Suisui retaliated after brushing her teeth and took a vicious bite of a fried dough stick.
"Why do you two start fighting each other when they meet?"
Wei Ran's mother couldn't laugh or cry as she served a bowl of pickled mustard drizzled with sesame oil, then picked up a fried dough stick and continued, "Your father and I will probably have to come back later tonight. You guys can figure out how to make dinner."
"You're not hungry, don't worry." Wei Ran and Suisui looked at each other and each ate their breakfast as if nothing was wrong.
After finishing breakfast with her parents and watching them go out, Suisui locked the security door and threw herself into Wei Ran's arms.
"What are the arrangements for these days?" Wei Ran asked first, sitting on the sofa with the girl in his arms.
"Nothing planned," Suisui asked, sitting on the former's lap, "What plans do you have?"
"If I knew what to do, could I still ask you?"
"How about we go to grandma's house first?" Suisui gave an answer that Wei Ran expected, and then gave another option, "Maybe go out for a few days?"