About 45 minutes later, the four of them arrived at the Cultural Industry Park.

When the car was parked, Lin Dingqiang looked at the two-story red brick building in front of him, and the signboard said Zhao Ming's personal studio.

Xin Wenhua got out of the car first, took out the phone again, and called.

"Lao Zhao! I'm here!"

Lin Dingqiang still couldn't buy the pulse, and he took a few sharp breaths, trying to cheer himself up.

Seeing Lin Dingqiang's uncomfortable appearance, Shu Lan said with concern: "Xiaolin, are you uncomfortable?"

"No, it seems to be a little motion sickness. Lin Dingqiang replied.

"My driving skills are so good, how can I get motion sickness!" Xin Qing said deliberately: "It's obviously ......"

Xin Wenhua hung up the phone and said to the three of them, "Come down! Lao Zhao will come soon." ”

Lin Dingqiang took the opportunity to slip out of the car, Xin Qing followed, and while his parents were not paying attention, he quietly pinched Lin Dingqiang behind his back and asked, "Is it motion sickness?"

"Nope. Lin Dingqiang responded: "Sickness." ”

Just as the two were secretly making small moves, a man about the same age as Xin Wenhua walked out of the small building.

However, unlike Xin Wenhua's neatness, this person named Zhao Ming has a long beard and wears cotton and linen clothes, and at first glance he looks like a person engaged in artistic creation.

Xin Wenhua strode up, and after the two shook hands and greeted each other, they entered the studio.

As soon as Lin Dingqiang walked in, he saw a room full of calligraphy and paintings, and smelled a faint fragrance.

After a few people sat down, Xin Wenhua unfolded the scroll that had never been put down, and said politely: "Lao Zhao, take a look." ”

Lin Dingqiang squinted and took a look, and found that this Danqing painting was exquisite, and then looked at the payment, it was Zhao Ming's name.

After Zhao Ming saw the painting, he suddenly stood up from his seat, and he was very familiar with the painting from his own hand.

"Lao Xin, where did you find this painting?" Zhao Ming asked in surprise.

"Friends of Tojing. Xin Wenhua replied: "Now that the thing has returned to its original owner, I have also made a wish." ”

At this time, Shu Lan took out a small cylinder long with chopsticks from his bag and put it on the table, "Lao Zhao, this is wormwood incense." You try it when you're empty. ”

After Zhao Ming saw these two things, he instantly understood that Xin Wenhua and his wife must have something to find themselves when they came here today, "Old Xin, Shulan, the three of us are so familiar." If there's anything, just say it. ”

Xin Wenhua smiled and said, "Let's ask for a letter." ”

"Words?" Zhao Ming said puzzledly: "Then you don't have to be so troublesome! You call me, I'll write it, and let someone send it to you!"

Xin Wenhua waved his hand, "This painting is different from the past, if I can have half of your skills, I won't bother you." ”

Zhao Ming looked at Lin Dingqiang and Xin Qing, who had not spoken, and then looked at the expectant eyes of Xin Wenhua and Shu Lan, and said with a smile: "Old Xin, this is why you don't treat me as a friend! Even if there is no such painting and this bundle of incense, I, as an elder, will write!"

With that, Zhao Ming stood up and walked towards the case on the side.

Xin Wenhua also followed, Shu Lan gave Xin Qing a look, Xin Qing quickly picked up the incense stick, and asked respectfully, "Uncle Zhao, do you want to light it?"

Zhao Ming smiled and said, "Okay!"

Waiting for Xin Qing to carefully take out the incense stick, light it, and insert it on the incense stick.

With the curling smoke, Zhao Ming spread the rice paper on the case, just picked up the pen, stopped again, and said, "Lao Xin, why don't you dictate it?"

"Then write a sentence?"

"Good!"

Xin Wenhua stared at Lin Dingqiang and Xin Qing, gave his most earnest wishes as a father, and said: "Pu Wei is like silk, and the rock has not been transferred. ”

When Zhao Ming heard this, he laughed for a while, and then wrote this sentence on the snow-white rice paper with a splash of ink.

Half an hour later, a flowing book appeared in front of Lin Dingqiang and Xin Qing.

Zhao Ming opened the copper box on the case, and there were dozens of seals inside.

He first stamped an oval-shaped introductory chapter on the upper right, with the word "Zangchuang" engraved on it.

Later, at the end, a name stamp engraved with a small seal of "Zhao Ming" was stamped.

However, on this work of only ten words, Zhao Ming did not write a gift to so-and-so, in his opinion, this sentence is Xin Wenhua's best wishes to his daughter and future son-in-law, and he is just ghostwriting.

After the bright red seal was stamped, Zhao Ming handed the rice paper to Xin Wenhua, and then stepped aside.

Xin Wenhua said cautiously: "Lin Dingqiang, Qingqing." Although this painting is a fake hand, it is also my and Shu Lan's wish to the two of you. I hope that when you return to the capital, you can help each other, treat others with humility, and never forget the promise you made today. ”

It was the first time Xin Qing had heard her father speak to herself, and even when she went abroad, Xin Wenhua only said lightly, "After landing, remember to stay safe." ”

"Dad. ”

Xin Qing's eyes were filled with tears, she didn't know what to say at this time, so she turned around and buried herself in Shu Lan's arms and sobbed.

Lin Dingqiang felt that the burden on his shoulders was a lot heavier, and looking at Xin Wenhua's firm eyes, he knew that Professor Xin, who was old-fashioned in the eyes of others, actually had a soft side in his heart.

"Thank you, uncle. Lin Dingqiang took the word with both hands and gave his promise, "Don't worry, I will definitely take care of Xin Qing." ”

Shu Lan touched Xin Qing's head and comforted: "I didn't really marry you today, why did I cry? Your father hopes that you are well, and I hope that you both are well." ”

Xin Qing raised her head and pouted, "Why are you so sad! Haven't I left yet!"

Shu Lan looked at her daughter dotingly, and said lightly: "There are still 28 hours." ”

As soon as she heard this, Xin Qing instantly thought that although she was only coming back for a weekend, in her opinion, it was calculated by the day, but in Shu Lan's eyes, it was by the hour.

"Mom, I won't go to Changlong tomorrow!" Xin Qing cried even more, "I'll accompany you! Make incense with you! Accompany you to buy groceries! Accompany you shopping!"

Shu Lan nodded with satisfaction, and Xin Wenhua saw the deep love between mother and daughter, and coughed lightly twice, "This is not at home, let's pay attention!"

After Lin Dingqiang put the words away, he looked at the time and invited, "Uncle Xin, Teacher Zhao, why don't we eat out at noon?"

When Xin Qing heard this, she nodded again and again, "Yes! Lin Dingqiang is in for a treat!"

Xin Wenhua asked Zhao Ming's opinion, "Old Zhao, are you free?"

Zhao Ming laughed, "Okay, young man, let's have a good drink later! Let me see how much you drink!"

Lin Dingqiang hadn't woken up from the wine last night, but since Zhao Ming said so, he still promised: "Okay, I will definitely accompany Teacher Zhao for a few drinks." ”

Xin Wenhua waved his hand and said magnificently: "Eh, you drank a lot last night, and I will accompany Lao Zhao to drink at noon today!"

"Isn't this daughter still married? You, the future father-in-law, are starting to feel distressed?" Zhao Ming said deliberately: "Today, both of you are inevitable!