Du Liangde's face was vicissitudes, and he seemed to have a very thorough understanding of his life. Lin Qingrou didn't quite understand Du Liangde's state of mind at this time, but her kind heart couldn't help but feel some sympathy for this old man who was not so friendly to her.

Du Liangde picked up a cigarette from the bedside table and lit it to his mouth very skillfully.

With a few severe coughs, a puff of smoke wafted from his dark yellow snout. Du Liangde habitually smoked a few puffs in contemplation, the rain and wind in the mall over the years have sharpened his tenacious quality and old-fashioned style, even at this moment, he looks dead and haggard, but the aura exuded by his body can still make people awe-inspired.

Lin Qingrou didn't care what Du Liangde was thinking about at this time, she decisively picked up the pen and wrote something on a sticky note. She held up the sticky note in front of Du Liangde's eyes, and it was written: It's better to quit smoking, it's not good for your body, and many people take advantage of the hospitalization to quit smoking.

Lin Qingrou looked at Du Liangde and sincerely expressed his suggestion. She didn't know why she had to persuade Du Liangde to quit smoking, and she didn't know if Du Liangde would lose his temper with herself because of this. Maybe it's because Du Lin is here now, or maybe she herself is no longer so afraid of Du Liangde in her heart, she just expresses what she thinks in her heart.

Du Liangde showed an incomprehensible smile, but he didn't pay attention to Lin Qingrou's kind suggestion. After finishing his cigarette, Du Liangde walked to the chair next to him and sat down, and he motioned for Lin Qingrou to sit on the chair next to him as well.

"I watched today's morning news." Du Liangde said slowly.

Lin Qingrou thought to herself, is there anything wrong with this morning news? Why did Du Liangde deliberately mention this report?

"It seems that you are no stranger to Du Hongming." Du Liangde bluntly stated the doubts in his heart.

Of course, Lin Qingrou did not deny that she and Du Hongming were friends, and she did not know that there was any need to hide this in front of Du Liangde. So she directly told Du Liangde that she had several contacts with Du Hongming, and she felt that Du Hongming was a good friend.

Du Liangde received Lin Qingrou's answer, and he didn't show any unusual expression, perhaps he had already expected this.

"He is my eldest son, and he should have been the successor who really inherited the Hongming Group."

Du Liangde said with emotion: "You may already know the past between me and Du Hongming, for me he once disappointed me completely, I don't know what my son is thinking in his heart, and he ruthlessly gave up the Du family and the great future that he should have." ”

"At that time, he chose to give everything he had for a relationship, but in fact, human emotions are sometimes just impulsive, feelings cannot bring him any fame, wealth or power, and even cannot guarantee him three meals a day, so stupidly follow a woman to betray his family and relatives."

Du Liangde recounted the eldest son who had long since severed the father-son relationship with him, and his eyes contained helplessness, anger and even a trace of pain. Lin Qingrou could see what kind of expectations and love Du Liangde had for Du Hongming, but the different personalities of father and son eventually caused the fact that they parted ways.

Lin Qingrou does not agree with Du Liangde's opinion, she feels that emotion is the most important need of people, if a person gives up emotion, then this person's life is colorless, numb, and there is no happiness at all.

For people like Lin Qingrou or Du Hongming, money, fame and power cannot replace their emotions, they don't think there is anything wrong with giving up those so-called vanity and fame for the sake of a person they love.

Lin Qingrou didn't want to conflict with Du Liangde, so she didn't plan to express her own views at the moment. She just listens quietly and is a qualified listener.

And Du Liangde seemed to have endless topics to talk about this day, he poured them out one by one, it seemed that he didn't have anything to hide from Lin Qingrou, maybe over the years, he had endured too many secrets and voices in his heart, and he never found a suitable opportunity to vent.

"Even if you are a lonely goose, there will always be a day when you will return home. The next time you see him, I hope you will tell him on your behalf. At this time, before Lin Qingrou got up to leave, Du Liangde asked Lin Qingrou to convey the words to Du Hongming on his behalf. Lin Qingrou nodded and agreed.

Listening to Du Liangde's words, she felt that this old man still had an inseparable family affection for Du Hongming, and her wish to get back together with this son would only be inadvertently confided in front of her, a bystander.

When I walked out of the hospital, it was already past two o'clock in the afternoon, which was much longer than Lin Qingrou expected. During the conversation with Du Liangde, she had already said goodbye to Du Lin, and the driver Lao Zhao sent Du Lin home as usual.

Lin Qingrou listened to a lot of Du Liangde's heartfelt words, and didn't know why this old man became more and more sentimental, perhaps because his illness made him feel that he was getting older and older, and there were many secrets buried in his heart when he had to confide.

Lin Qingrou realized that she was actually a very perfect listener, because she did not have the ability to interrupt others, so she could only choose to listen many times, and she had also developed the habit of listening carefully to others over the years, perhaps Du Liangde also realized that she was not an advantage.

Coming out of the hospital, Lin Qingrou received a call from Song Miao, and Song Miao's tone on the phone seemed to be a little excited, and she didn't know what was going on. In short, Song Miao's words were to hope that Lin Qingrou could go to her training class, and when she arrived, she said that she would tell Lin Qingrou an important thing.

Lin Qingrou was a little worried about whether something had happened to Xue Ningning or the other students in the training class, so she quickly took a car and rushed directly to Song Miao's side. Lin Qingrou recalled Song Miao's phone call along the way, her mysterious tone sounded very excited, but it didn't seem like she had encountered any particularly troublesome urgency, thinking of this, Lin Qingrou was a little relieved.

Feeling Song Miao's training class, Lin Qingrou saw the empty classroom, and realized that at this point in time, it was not yet time for students to attend the training class. Song Miao saw Lin Qingrou and happily led her into her office.

"Qingrou, there is something I need to report to you." As soon as Song Miao came up, he sold it first.

Lin Qingrou felt that Song Miao must have encountered something good, so she was no longer in a hurry, looked at Song Miao very seriously, and made a very incomprehensible expression.

Song Miao stuck out her tongue, removed an oil painting from the wall, and placed it on her desk.

"Do you know how much this painting is worth?" Song Miao looked at Lin Qingrou very excitedly and said.

Lin Qingrou saw that the painting that Song Miao took down was the oil painting that Cai Lao gave her before. When Lin Qingrou came back from Nanming City, she brought out a lot of luggage there, and although she finally moved into Lin Qinghe's apartment for a while, she gave the painting to Song Miao when she came to Song Miao's training class. Because this painting was really valuable, he was worried that he had nowhere to live, so he temporarily hung this painting in Song Miao's office.

Lin Qingrou felt that it would be more appropriate for such an oil painting to be hung in an educational place like Song Miao. As a result, this painting remained in Song Miao's training class, and it was not until now that Lin Qingrou remembered it.

Seeing Lin Qingrou looking at herself a little blankly, Song Miao couldn't wait to stretch out her finger and compare Lin Qingrou with a number of six.

Lin Qingrou didn't know why, and she didn't know why Song Miao suddenly studied the value of this painting. She casually made a 600,000 lip shape.

Song Miao shook her head disdainfully and said, "You underestimate this painting too much, it's six million!" ”

When Song Miao blurted out six million, Lin Qingrou was taken aback, but she was not because of the number of six million, but because Song Miao's shout was too shocking.

"You know what? Today, a student's parent came in to register his child, and accidentally saw this painting hanging on the wall, and immediately recognized it as a very collectible famous painting, and valued it at 6 million. At first, I didn't believe him, thinking that this person was talking nonsense, but I didn't expect him to take out the work ID of the art museum and tell me that this painting is the work of Master Cai, and six million is the most basic valuation. ”

Lin Qingrou nodded after listening, but she didn't show the same excitement as Song Miao at all.

Song Miao was greatly disappointed by Lin Qingrou's reaction, and asked in confusion, "Hey, Qingrou, aren't you happy?" You have this painting, you can do a lot of things that you didn't have the ability to do before, and why didn't you tell me before, this painting is Cai Lao's work, I feel afraid when I think about it now, if this is seen by some discerning connoisseur, steal this place in the middle of the night, then we will lose a lot, even if I smash the pot and sell iron, I can't afford to lose your six million. ”

Of course, Lin Qingrou knew that Cai Lao's oil paintings were very valuable, but she did not regard them as something with market value, but as a gift from a friend.

In fact, she also thought that the meaning mentioned by Song Miao was very reasonable, but she had no intention of selling this painting in her heart, so she never remembered that she still had a painting stored here with Song Miao, so that something like this happened today.