"Son, I know you like movies, so, in order to support you in making movies, Dad lent you this thing."

Xian Sazhi took out something from his pocket, put it in Xiansen's hand with a smile, and then added: "Attention, this is only lent to you, and I am waiting for you to pay it back." ”

Glancing at the thing in his hand, Xiansen couldn't help swallowing his saliva and hurriedly pushed the thing back.

"Dad, I have my own way to fund the movie, and I can't ask for this check."

It was a check for $1.4 million, and Xiansen didn't know where his father got so much money, he only knew that he couldn't ask for it, and he couldn't say anything.

"Son, listen to me, since I was a child, I have been forcing you to learn something that may not be of interest to you, in fact, my purpose is very simple, that is, I hope you can become a literati or an artist, I admit, this is my own selfish desire."

After a pause, Xianzuo licked his wine glass knowingly, and continued: "Many parents will say that I do this to make their children's lives better, but only I know, I am not, I just want you to carry the genealogy of the first family. ”

"Genealogy?"

Xiansen asked in confusion.

"That's right, it's a family tree, this thing is a burden that your grandfather has pressed on me since I was a child, but it's a pity that I don't fight and become a businessman, no matter how successful I am, a businessman is always a businessman."

Hearing this, Xiansen just wanted to say something about it, but was interrupted before he could speak.

"I know, you must say that I am feudal, if you want to say that there is no high or low profession, but there is no way, your grandfather let me receive education like this, so even feudalism is deeply rooted, if you want to blame you, you are unfortunately reincarnated as my son."

Dad said so, Xiansen didn't want to say anything anymore, he made it clear that I don't reason with you, I can't help it, I can only sigh, who made himself his son.

"Son, do you know, the ancestors of our ancestors are amazing, some are court painters, and some are big officials in the Hanlin Academy, one company

Several generations have been famous talents, alas, unfortunately, since the Tatars entered the customs, our ancestors have been displaced, and none of them have come out on top. The first sentence on our family tree is to reshape the style of writing, the style of the ancients, isn't it called an artist in modern times. ”

Although his father regretted that he had finished telling the history of the family, Xiansen pushed the check back in his hand, which in his opinion was two things that had nothing to do with each other.

"Son! You are the only hope that our ancestors can reinvent the ancient style. ”

Szenato's education may seem incomprehensible to many people in modern times, but it was the result of that era, at least not to the point where he could not eat the ancients.

"Dad, where did you get this money from?"

This is what Xiansen wonders, he knows very well that his father's property will not have so much money unless it is all sold. Could it be said

Thinking of this, Xian Sen was about to cry: "Did you sell all seven restaurants?" ”

You must know that these seven restaurants are the work of my father's life, and if they were all sold because of himself, he would not be able to forgive himself in his life.

"Hehe, it's not that serious."

Looking at Xiansen's self-reproachful expression, Xian Sachi shook his head, and then said: "I just took them to the bank as collateral and borrowed so much money, oh, and this house." So, I'll lend you the money, and I'll have to pay it back when the time comes, and I don't want to go to the point where I don't even have a place to live. ”

Speaking of this, Sen Sachi laughed, he was amused by his words.

"Dad, I really don't need it, I have a way."

Xiansen stubbornly lowered his head, this is his father's money, if there is a problem with his movie, then his father will lose everything, and he does not dare to bear this pressure.

"Alas, son, do you know why I believe that Taoist priest?"

Seeing that his son still refused to accept the check, Xianzuozhi said: "There are some things you should know, in fact, that Taoist priest was kicked out by me at the beginning, because I didn't believe him at all." ”

"Kicked out?"

Xiansen raised his head suspiciously, he really didn't remember this incident, he didn't have much memory at that time.

"That's right, because that Taoist priest also said a word, but I have never told you for so many years."

Xian Zuozhi's voice was very dull, and the speed of his speech was also very slow, after so many years, he would never forget that sentence, but he didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't dare to say it to anyone.

"The Taoist priest said to your mother: next year and today, the funeral flowers will be relaxed, the soul will return to the underworld, and the good shade will bless the son."

Speaking of this, Prophet finally burst into tears uncontrollably.

"Next year, the funeral flowers will be relaxed, the soul will return to the underworld, and the good shade will bless the son."

Xiansen's mind had been hovering these sixteen words, although his father did not continue, but he knew that his mother must have left him forever on the same day of the second year, and the Taoist priest must not be wrong.

"The soul returns to the underworld, and the good shadow is youzi."

Although Xiansen's memory of his mother has become more and more blurred, he still can't help crying.

"The soul returns to the underworld, and the good shadow is youzi."

Suddenly, Xiansen seemed to remember something, stood up and rushed into his room.

Tears poured out of his eyes, and Xiansen asked while wiping his tears, "Tell me, do you have anything to do with my mother?" ”

"Answer player question: Sorry, the system didn't recognize the answer to this question."

Listening to the mechanical voice in his ears, Xiansen collapsed on the bed weakly, he wanted to know the answer, but he was a little afraid to know the answer

About ten minutes later, Xiansen walked out of the room, his eyes were red and swollen, and his whole person was indescribably decadent.

"Dad, I borrowed that money."

Walking up to Sen Sachi's side and picking up the check on the table, Sen Sen let out a deep sigh.

"Dad, do you think I'm a particularly failed son?"

Hearing this question, which seemed to be asking him and asking himself, Szensachi just shook his head and did not give any answer.

"If something goes wrong with the movie, Dad, you'll have nothing left. Including the woman. ”

Xiansen's hands were trembling all the time, and he wanted to cry, but in order not to cry again, he tried to laugh and joke.

Hearing Xiansen mention the woman again, Xian Sachi suddenly felt that a row of black lines appeared in his head, but he still made a little change to his son's question.

"Who says I'm going to have nothing? Don't I still have you? ”

"Hehe, yes, what am I afraid of, don't I still have you."

The tears that Xian Sen had just stopped flowed out again, tears were bitter and salty, but his heart was sweet

[Melon seeds write crying, see laughter]