Obviously, they have only been separated for about a year, but looking at that back, An Lin's eyes are a little moist and hot.

What the hell is going on with that half-white hair, he's only fifty years old!

Many white hairs were mixed in the jet-black hair, which looked particularly dazzling, like silver needles, stinging An Lin.

It's only been a year, what happened to make my father change so much?

After An Mingchuan cooked a bowl of spicy noodles in his room, he turned on the TV and ate noodles while watching TV.

He likes to eat noodles and watch TV, and thinks that the "sizzling" sound made by eating noodles will make people more appetizing when paired with the sound on TV.

Some habitual movements, even now, have not changed at all.

For example, before eating noodles, he rubs his hands for some reason, and then picks up chopsticks.

When An Lin saw this scene, a familiar feeling came to his heart.

When he was young, before eating noodles, he also liked to learn his father's movements and rub his hands for some reason.

And his mother was on the sidelines, watching the two rubbing their hands with some amusement.

It was a very warm feeling, but unfortunately this scene is impossible to reproduce now.

On TV, a beautiful presenter is broadcasting an entertainment news.

"Yesterday, at Dongfang Xue's Asian tour, a mysterious singer named An Lin appeared."

"One of his songs "Daozang" caused a huge sensation at the concert.

"Now this song has quickly become the song that dominates the top of the major music charts."

"Let's enjoy this song "Daozang" together!"

When An Mingchuan heard the news, the hand holding the noodles trembled slightly.

He looked up and stared intently at the TV.

The scene shifted to the concert scene, and that familiar face appeared in front of him.

An Mingchuan's eyes were wide open, his forehead was wrinkled by his eyes, and his breathing was a little short.

An Lin sang a cappella at first, and his beautiful singing voice was transmitted through television.

A clear voice with a hint of vicissitudes, with a beautiful melody, wafted throughout the room.

If you don't listen to this song "Daozang" at the concert, you will lose the artistic conception of the Tao.

But this "Daozang", in terms of melody alone, is already superb.

Therefore, after being transmitted to the Internet through the media, it still ushered in a wave of hot listening boom.

The freshly cooked noodles are still steaming.

There was no sound of eating noodles in the room, and all that was left was An Lin's singing.

An Mingchuan's noodles sandwiched in the chopsticks had become cold, but he didn't notice it.

I don't know if I was intoxicated by the singing or the familiar figure.

In the end, An Lin on TV and the beautiful woman who played the guqin held hands.

Bowing slightly to everyone, he slowly left the stage amid a loud applause.

The TV screen pans back to the presenter, and begins to comment on the song and the phenomenon it causes.

An Mingchuan came back to his senses, he excitedly picked up his mobile phone and dialed the familiar number again.

"Sorry, the number you dialed is down ......"

……

He put down his phone with a somewhat lonely expression, picked up the chopsticks again, lowered his head and smoked his nose, rubbed his eyes, and whispered: "Why are these noodles so spicy, they are so spicy to the nose and eyes......"

An Lin looked at the back of the man who continued to bow his head and eat noodles, and also rubbed his eyes, just like he learned from his father to eat noodles and rub his hands, and his movements were as tacit as ever.

Over the past year, he has often complained that his father has pitted him.

If it weren't for this bastard father, he wouldn't have been forced out of school and arrested and tortured.

However, he ignored how his father had taken care of him before.

He couldn't see how his father lowered his voice and even abandoned his respect to borrow money.

He didn't know why his father's hair was half gray in less than a year.

I'm afraid that the only thing An Lin knows is that his father will go to Hongda Construction Investment Co., Ltd. every few days and beg Mr. Zhang to release his son.

Although his father probably knew in his heart that his son was no longer there......

……

yes, Dad's gambling shortcomings are indeed very jerks.

But what did An Lin, as a son, do for his father?

I guess I haven't done anything for him so far.

All the burden, all the pressure, seems to be borne by his father alone......

……

"Knock knock."

An Mingchuan heard the knock on the door, slowly stood up, and opened the door.

When he opened the door, he was greeted by a very familiar face.

He froze, his hand gripping the doorknob tightly, and he trembled a little.

Lin ...... Linzi, are you here? ”

When An Mingchuan spoke, his lips trembled a little, and he looked at the young man in front of him blankly.

An Lin's eyes were a little red, he squeezed out a smile, and smacked the man's chest with his fist: "You gambler, finally let me find you!" Why, blocking the door and not letting me in? ”

"Ah, come in, come in!" An Mingchuan was afraid that An Lin would run away, so he took his hand and moved a chair beside him.

Seeing An Lin sit down, An Mingchuan was also very excited to sit aside.

He looked at An Lin, as if he had seen some big beauty, and he couldn't take his eyes off it.

"Linzi, are you hungry? Why don't you make you a bowl of noodles? An Mingchuan said with some expectation.

"Okay, I just didn't have dinner." An Lin nodded.

An Mingchuan happily ran to the kitchen when he heard this, and got busy on the side.

Looking at the figure who was busy in the kitchen, and the smell of the fragrance, An Lin's heart slowly calmed down.

Soon, a bowl of hot noodles was served.

An Mingchuan also added a lot of noodles to his bowl, and said happily: "I'll eat with you." ”

The two sat at the same table, eating noodles made a "sizzling" sound, and the chili pepper stimulated the eyes of both of them to red.

"Linzi, it's Dad who can't stand you and let you suffer that kind of thing......"

"You...... Let's go back to school! Let Dad find a way to solve other things, and promise that it will not implicate your studies again! An Mingchuan suddenly spoke.

An Lin raised his head and glanced at his father, and a certain string in his heart was touched again.

"Dad, haven't you watched TV, I'm a well-known singer now, and it's okay not to go to school." An Lin replied.

As soon as An Mingchuan heard this, he was anxious: "Lin Zi, you listen to me, finish your studies first, knowledge is the most important thing in these years." ”

"With knowledge, no matter what happens, you can live well."

"Look at me, although the company is gone, it's not the same as making a lot of money with my ability."

"With your dad here, you don't need to sing to make money, let's not worry about having no money to spend, go back to study hard!"

As he spoke, a smile appeared on his sun-tanned face, and there was a bright color in his eyes.

There's Daddy in ......

yes, it's a good feeling to be dependent......

No matter what happens, there is always someone in front of you to shelter you from the elements.

It's been a long time since I've experienced this feeling, after returning from a year of wandering.

Looking at his father's old face saying this, an indescribable warmth filled his heart.

An Lin smiled, and the tears rolling in his eyes couldn't stop falling.

He felt that this was home, this was where he belonged.

……

An Lin was a monk, and he could feel his father's physical condition.

The hard work day and night has already exhausted my father's body.

The old countenance, and the half-white hair, were the result of overwork and mental stress.

If he still lets his dad continue to do this, then he will still be a fart immortal!

An Lin grabbed his father's palm and said with an extremely firm expression:

"Dad, I'll raise you in the future!"