Lin Zhongzheng looked at Feng Wenhe's distant figure, the whole person was silent, silently turned out a pack of long-mouthed Liqun cigarettes for receiving guests from the cupboard, opened the cigarette cap with his right hand, slowly took out one, and unconsciously put the cigarette butt into his mouth, and when he lit the fire for himself, he found that something was wrong, and quickly changed it.

He Meiqi just wanted to dissuade her, but finally gave up, turned into a sigh, and silently put away the dishes and chopsticks.

Lin Zhongzheng, who has quit smoking for decades, took the first puff like a beginner, choking on a cigarette and causing a series of coughs, but he didn't stop and continued to smoke one by one, as if he wanted to spit out his inner troubles along those cigarettes.

Lin Zhongzheng quit smoking because of Feng Wenhe's departure, the latter's departure hit him very hard, an apprentice who treated him like a family said to leave, which made him very sad and blamed himself, but he didn't expect to smoke again because of the latter, still for him to leave again, but this time he went more thoroughly, more resolutely, and sure enough, he still responded to the old saying, and there is a certain number in the dark.

After a few clicks, a cigarette burned to the end, Lin Zhongzheng pondered and didn't realize it, when the cigarette butt burned his fingers, he suddenly came back to his senses, hurriedly threw away the cigarette butt, picked up a cigarette from the cigarette case, and prepared to light it.

"Dad, don't smoke, pay attention to your body." Lin Jiawei comforted.

Lin Zhongzheng ignored it, still lit the cigarette, and took a puff hard, as if he was talking to himself, as if he was asking Lin Jiawei, and muttered: "Am I wrong?" ”

Seeing his elderly father so sad, Lin Jiawei's heart couldn't help but be touched by something, thinking that when he insisted on running away from home, his father's feelings may be similar to now.

"Is Father at fault?" Lin Jiawei also asked himself, but soon said firmly: "No, my father is not wrong, not all people are suitable for learning the nine-turn knife technique, just like in martial arts dramas, although many powerful martial arts seem to be learned by everyone, but there are very few who can practice this martial arts to the top, this is related to qualification and character, and the more direct is the left and right fighting skills, Huang Rong, who is extremely smart, will not, but Guo Jing, who is wise and foolish, can learn it, it can be seen that martial arts do not look at qualifications and character." ”

"You abstain from tomorrow's game, don't go to it." Lin Zhongzheng snuffed out the cigarette butt and was about to leave, but he stopped halfway through, didn't look back, just stood there blankly, said in a flat tone, and then left.

Lin Jiawei looked at the somewhat gloomy back, a little sad, he knew why his father didn't let him participate, his father would rather not have those glories, would rather admit that he was wrong, than let him be humiliated and wronged outside.

"Father, forgive your son for disobedience one more time." Lin Jiawei didn't say it out loud to his father, but just muttered to himself, strengthening his belief in his heart, because he wanted to prove to the whole of China and the world that his father was right.

At noon the next day, Lin Jiawei didn't tell his father, for fear that he would stop him, so he only came to the competition site after explaining to his mother, today is the final finals, he must get good results, to prove to the national audience that his Lin skills are the best, and his father is also correct.

When he came to the arena, he saw Feng Wenhe's figure, walking in his direction, but he was expressionless, looking like a stranger, even if he saw Lin Jiawei, it was as if he saw air, and his eyes did not stop.

At this time, Feng Wenhe was neatly dressed, and there were no traces of wounds on his head because of the smashing of the bottle, obviously after special treatment, he had to appear on TV today, and finally he had to award certificates to the winning contestants and an invitation to go to Paris, France to participate in the final international competition, so his image is very important.

Feng Wenhe paused when he passed by Lin Jiawei's side, looked straight ahead, did not look at the other party, sorted out the Danmars suit, and said sarcastically with a hint of evil: "I didn't expect you to be so bold and dare to come to this competition, worthy of Lin Zhongzheng's son, but I hope your skills are the same as your courage, don't lose face and lose your hair at that time, I don't mind falling into the well." ”

Without waiting for Lin Jiawei to answer, Feng Wenhe took another step, walked not far away, and said to the assistant beside him: "I will explain your affairs in the morning, you can arrange it." ”

"Yes." The assistant nodded in reply and walked towards the backfield.

Feng Wenhe watched his assistant leave, and a wicked smile hung on the corner of his mouth, but this smile pulled the wound, with pain, it looked a little hideous, with a hint of hatred, a hint of pride and a hint of schadenfreude: "I know that I am the organizer, and I came here to see that I will torture you to death in minutes." ”

Soon, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon, and the host walked onto the stage with a professional smile, and said the same opening remarks with a little enthusiasm: "Hello judges, audience friends! …”

"The rules of this competition are slightly different from the previous ones, in the past, it was required that thinning shears could not be used in the hair cutting stage, but this time the requirement is that thinning shears and shavers cannot be used." The host first thanked all the sponsors, and finally got to the point, although he didn't understand why the assistant suddenly said this to himself, but he was the organizer, and he could do whatever he wanted, and he just said it.

Lin Jiawei knew that Feng Wenhe's offensive had come, and the first time he had to remove his best nine-turn knife method, without the razor, how could it be called a knife method, with Feng Wenhe's ability, I am afraid that he had already seen that he relied on the nine-turn knife method or the razor when cutting hair, and now the razor cannot be used, so there is no doubt before the change, the craft will definitely fall from the master level to the apprentice level, and it will definitely be too late at that time. It's just that since the spiritual cultivation technique broke through the first layer of divine consciousness and has been greatly improved, he is no longer obsessed with razors and scissors, but I am afraid that he will be disappointed with this move.

Feng Wenhe sat on the judges' seat, looked at Lin Jiawei, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, crossed Erlang's legs, and his fingers beat the knee rhythmically, thinking in his heart: This is just the first step, you only need to distract your heart, of course, if there is a miracle effect, it would be better, I have a second step behind me, and the third step will wait for you, see how you crack it, even if Mercury helps you, she is only one person, and the judges are five, you can enjoy the feast I prepared for you.

It's already March, and the sixth child will also resume two shifts a day, I hope you can support more! By the way, I asked for a recommendation ticket, thank you!