Chapter 219 The iron fist of justice falls on Zhou Ziwu again!
At five o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was blazing.
The cicadas on the treetops kept chirping tirelessly.
Zhou Ziwu Studio.
On the windowsill.
The leaves of the spider plant exposed to the sun drooped, looking a little listless.
"呲~呲~"
A cool mist of water sprays on the green leaves.
The fine water mist continuously merges on the leaves, and finally gathers into a drop of water, rolling down along the veins of the leaves, and hits the sunlight on the leaf tips, and is dyed golden.
Zhou Wenshan put down the watering can and saw that under the moisture of the water, the spider plant had regained some vitality, and he felt better.
Even the fatigue from working at a desk for a day seems to have been relieved.
"well."
He suddenly sighed.
In this family, he has completely lost the dignity of a father.
But I think that the children of workers can put their schoolbags on their backs and go to school happily.
When eating, you can also add an extra meat dish to your growing child. If he feels that he has lost his dignity, then he will lose it.
Shaking his head, he walked out of the office and came to the employee office area, clapping his hands to attract everyone's attention.
"It's time, let's pack up and get off work."
Usually when the studio is not busy, he will ask everyone to get off work on time and not stay in the company for one minute longer.
Now that the work has been done, why lock people in their jobs?
This time is used for everyone to go shopping, watch movies, go on dates, play games, whatever.
When everyone was almost gone, he returned to his office and tidied up the slightly messy room, with a slight sweat on his forehead.
Pouring himself a glass of water, while drinking water, he remembered that there were two people in the recording studio.
Is Xiaowu still recording songs?
After drinking all the water in the cup, he came to the recording studio.
Standing at the door, he was about to open the door, but suddenly hesitated.
After standing for a moment, he raised his hand again and pushed open the thick soundproof door of the recording studio. What he saw was Dai Yang, who was wearing headphones and playing with his right hand in the air.
When Mr. Zhou came over, Dai Yang took off his headphones and stood up to say hello.
Zhou Wenshan raised his hand and made a downward gesture to signal him not to move.
When I came to the soundproof glass, inside was my son who was recording with his eyes closed.
"Can I listen?"
He whispered to Dai Yang.
Dai Yang hesitated for a moment, nodded, took off the headphones and handed them to him.
Put on the headphones and listen to the music.
"To praise this kind of ordinaryness, I can't finish it in just one or two lines."
"The favor is so heavy, it sounds unnatural."
"Look back."
"This is to say thank you."
"On the contrary, it is a feeling of debt."
…
"My parents gave me a lot but not much."
"Enough for me to run around in this era."
"Enough to live on."
"Youth and frivolity cannot be used for squandering."
"He also told me like a friend..."
"dad?"
The accompaniment continues, but the vocals have stopped.
Zhou Ziwu was immersed in the music when he suddenly saw an extra person outside from the corner of his eye. When he looked closely, he realized it was his father.
He quickly took off his earphones and called out.
He felt a little uncomfortable when his father heard him singing this song in front of his face.
To Chu Dahu, he could say "love" easily, but to his parents, the word "love" was difficult to say.
I was a little ashamed, and a little happy to be heard by him, but I was still very ashamed, and it was all too complicated to be explained to outsiders.
Seeing this, Dai Yang stopped the accompaniment, coughed, said, "I'm going to the bathroom," and immediately peeed.
Zhou Ziwu came out of the soundproof room and looked at his father, who had his back turned to him, "Dad, why are you here?"
"It's okay, I just came here to take a look." As he said that, he took off the headphones from his neck and still turned his back to his son. "You can continue recording, I'm leaving."
Zhou Ziwu clearly saw that his father seemed to be wiping tears.
No way?
"dad!"
He stopped his father and said, "Just in time, I'll tell Brother Dai later that I've almost finished recording. Don't work overtime today. Let's go home together."
Zhou Wenshan nodded, realizing that his back was to his son, and said: "Okay."
Arriving at his father's side, Zhou Wenshan walked directly out.
Zhou Ziwu quickly followed.
"Dad," he said again, "I suddenly want to eat the pancakes you made. Please make one for me when you get back."
"Aren't they everywhere on the street?" Zhou Wenshan stared straight ahead, determined not to turn around, "I'll just buy one on the way back later."
"I always feel that what they make doesn't taste as good as what you make."
Zhou Ziwu continued: "Dad, I rarely beg you, but I really want to eat this bite today."
"Trouble." Zhou Wenshan snorted, paused, "I'll turn a corner at the supermarket later."
Zhou Ziwu smiled: "Okay, I happen to have no mung beans at home."
Arriving at the parking lot, Zhou Ziwu took the initiative to act as a driver for his father.
Along the way, Zhou Ziwu seemed to have truly integrated into the character, just like a taxi driver, his little mouth never stopped.
From childhood to middle school, I kept talking to my dad about my experiences growing up.
Zhou Wenshan just listened, chiming in a few words from time to time, but did not show any impatience.
On the contrary, he listened very carefully.
Arriving at the entrance of the supermarket, Zhou Ziwu stopped the car and said with a smile: "Dad, you'd better go and buy it. I'm afraid it's easier for me to get in than to get out."
What he is now is completely different from what he was before.
If he entered the supermarket like this, he would be surrounded by people within two minutes.
Zhou Wenshan obviously thought of this and got out of the car without much nonsense.
…
Return home.
Chu Qingqiu, who opened the door, obviously didn't expect that the father and son would come back together, and he was even more surprised when he saw the large and small bags in their hands.
After learning that these were the ingredients used to make pancakes and fruits, she hurriedly pulled Zhou Ziwu aside and said, "What are you doing? If you want to eat pancakes and fruits, why don't you just buy one? Why bother dad?"
"He's been working all day, and he still has to make pancakes and fruit for you. It's troublesome and tiring. Aren't you torturing people?"
Zhou Ziwu said with a mysterious face: "What do you know? Dad is very happy now."
"You're lying to me."
Chu Qingqiu rolled her eyes at him, rolled up her sleeves and walked to the kitchen, ready to help.
three.
two.
one.
Zhou Ziwu counted down to three and saw Chu Dahu coming out of the kitchen with a depressed look on his face.
"Dad, he won't let me help."
Zhou Ziwu didn't say anything, and looked like "I told you so".
Chu Qingqiu snorted and lowered his voice: "But it's really strange. When I first entered, Dad actually had a smile on his face. I really rarely see him smile. What on earth did you say to him?
"
She didn't believe that Zhou Zhiwu could make him so happy just by asking him to make pancakes.
"This is our father and son's secret, please don't pry."
Zhou Ziwu looked mysterious.
Do you want to tell her that one of your songs made her father cry?
Dad doesn’t want to lose face.
"Tch." Chu Qingqiu snorted disdainfully, "If you don't tell me, don't tell me. I don't want to know at all."
Zhou Ziwu: "..."
Chu Qingqiu: "Even if you beg me and want to tell me, I don't want to know!"
Zhou Ziwu: "..."
Half a minute later.
"Tell me—ah~ah~"
She drawled and shook his arm.
Zhou Ziwu almost broke through the enemy's coquettish offensive, but in the end, he still held on to his bottom line.
Brushing away the two delicate hands on his arms.
"I won't tell you, I won't tell you, I won't tell you (wink)."
"I congratulate you!"
Chu Qingqiu finally couldn't bear his despicable look, and the iron fist of justice began to be executed!