Luo Jun walked over and glanced at the manuscript on the table.
It was immediately obvious that this was "Flying Against the Wind" by Chu Xiaochen.
The book has been sent to the printing factory. This one by Leng Zimo has not yet been bound. It must be a manuscript he ordered from the media company.
Luo Jun sat on the sofa opposite him, "Why aren't you sleeping yet?"
"The first is to read, and the second is to wait for you." Leng Zimo put the bookmark into the manuscript, raised his hand and took a sip of tea on the table, "Xiao Xiao will fly to Europe tomorrow to continue participating in the league. Your mother has an appointment with your Aunt Mo and the others.
Okay, let’s go to England together for a few days. Can you... handle it?"
Of course, Leng Zimo had already heard about such a big thing.
Just because he was afraid that Luo Xiaoqian would be worried, he didn't tell her, but as for his son, the father was always worried.
Leng Zimo specially read here to wait for Luo Jun to come back.
Luo Jun smiled at his father and said, "Things have been sorted out. You and your mother can rest assured. I have Uncle Asang over there in Hong Kong to help me. It will be fine."
Leng Zimo nodded and took a breath, "When my father was young, he was young and energetic, and he did some outrageous things because of impulsiveness. You also know what happened later. Because of these, your mother and I were separated for four years.
These four years are my regrets, so...Dad doesn’t want you to have regrets, what I mean is, do you understand?”
My son has a very similar personality to him.
Leng Zimo looked at him as if he was seeing himself when he was younger.
Although he and Luo Xiaoqian are now together, Leng Zimo always feels distressed when he thinks of those four years.
Not only do I feel sorry for Luo Xiaoqian, but I also feel sorry for this son.
Because in those four years, he missed the birth and growth of his son, and these regrets will never be made up for in his lifetime.
On the surface, it seems that he loves Leng Ran more, but in fact, in his heart, he loves this son equally deeply.
Therefore, he did not hope that Luo Jun would have any more regrets in his life.
"Dad!" Luo Jun nodded solemnly, "I know, don't worry, I will try my best to control myself and make the calmest decision."
"Yes." Leng Zimo responded, and then took a stack of photos from the table and handed them to him, "This is what your uncle Zirui gave me. He saw a grapevine on Tianshan Mountain a few days ago.
The garden has a very nice environment. See if you like it. Your mother and I would like to buy it as a wedding gift for you and Xinger."
Luo Jun took the photo he handed over. In the photo, there was a beautiful white valley under the blue sky and snow-capped mountains.
Because it is winter, there is not much green, but it is not difficult to imagine how beautiful it will be here in spring and summer.
Luo Jun turned over the next page, and sure enough, this one was Xia Jing.
Reflecting the blue sky and snow-capped mountains, the large vineyards, the winery in the distance, and the gorgeous hillside full of wild flowers, it is like an escape from the world.
Luo Jun raised the corners of his lips, "This is very similar to the scene in Xing'er's novel..."
"Yeah, I think it's the same, that's why I want to buy it." Leng Zimo nodded, with a hint of doting in his tone, "I read her description several times, and I can see that she
I quite like this kind of place, so...that’s it?”
Luo Jun continued to look at the photos and said, "You give gifts, I won't comment!"
"You brat!" Leng Zimo smiled and rolled his eyes at him, "Well, just pretend you don't know about this. We will leave with your Aunt Mo and the others for the nine o'clock flight tomorrow morning, and you will also see them off.
