100 Conflict: It's all the Flying Costumes
Zhu Chunhe walked into Zhu Sheng's room.
Zhu Sheng looked at his father's no longer strong body and the white hair on his sideburns, he was stunned for a second, moved a chair for his father to sit on, and leaned against the bed, blocking most of his clothes.
"Dad, you came just in time, I still have something to tell you."
Zhu Chunhe put his hands on his thighs and leaned on his back, "Shengsheng, thank you for your hard work." Taking care of your grandma, this should have been what I, as a son, should have done. β
He handed over a passbook. This is the income of his savings for a year.
Zhu Sheng's nose suddenly became sour.
She couldn't stop the passage of time, her father was not yet fifty years old, but he looked so old. She pushed her hands away.
"Dad, I don't want it. I graduated, started my own business, and I was able to support myself with my own hands. β
Zhu Chunhe's hands were so stiff, and he stubbornly insisted, "Although your father and I don't study much, I have often heard people talk about the risks of starting a business in the past few years." Who can guarantee not to lose weight? Besides, if you want to marry someone in the future, you will also have to pay a dowry, and I, who is a father, must not prepare it! β
Zhu Sheng opened the passbook and glanced at it, more than 20,000. She knew that with her father's education and age, it would be difficult to find a job with a monthly salary of 3,000. Even if you include food and housing, it is not easy to save 2,000 a month. She put the passbook back on the table.
"Dad, don't go, stay and I'll raise you. I have decided to stay in Chishui and put down roots in Honghe Town. Isn't it just to be neatly together as a family? β
The sentence "I raise you" directly made Zhu Chunhe break his defense.
His daughter, when she grows up, she is still so filial. Tears filled his eyes, and he tilted his head slightly. "Shengsheng, if you have this thought, Dad will be content. Your dad is only forty-nine, you can't just sit and eat empty, what is this like? β
Zhu Sheng knew that his father didn't understand his current financial resources, and he saved a good future for his daughter with the most simple ideas. She opened the bank account on her phone and showed it to her father.
Zhu Chunhe rubbed his eyes fiercely, incredulous. There are six digits before the decimal point, more than 200,000. His daughter is so capable!
"Dad, this is what Duzhu Piao brought to his daughter. There are not many people who can stand on bamboo, and even fewer people can dance on bamboo. This is the value of our entrepreneurship. So far, we've succeeded. Zhu Sheng talked eloquently, not the shy little girl who was casual at the beginning.
"But my performance is inevitably running around outside, so that my grandmother will have no one to take care of me. Dad, I didn't tell you the truth, grandma has Alzheimer's disease, which cannot be cured, but can only be delayed. Dad, if you stay, I will have no worries. β
Zhu Chunhe's mouth was closed, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.
He remembered that in July last year, his daughter asked him for money, and he used all his strength to transfer 2,000. Do you know how helpless my daughter was at that time?
He's a waste, he can't do anything, he's made his daughter bear too much that she shouldn't have to.
"Then, Shengsheng, what are you doing to make so much money in your business?"
Zhu Sheng opened his shaking hand and patted Zhu Lisheng's flute, which contained all the content of their live broadcast. "The main part is the performance in the scenic area. We also have a long-term cooperation with Xijiu, who is responsible for shooting for them and providing brand consulting. β
Zhu Chunjiang's trembling fingers brushed the phone screen. Since I was a child, my daughter has practiced and endured countless hardships, and now the hardships are all sweet.
He stood up, walked over to his daughter, and patted her on the shoulder. "Shengsheng, you ......"
The word hard work was stuck in his throat, and Zhu Chunhe's face changed suddenly, like a raging storm.
He saw the clothes on the bed, and he saw the clothes that looked like a belly pocket. "What is this? Well? What the hell is this? I said, how do you make so much money, is it by relying on this kind of clothes that your body can't cover? How can you be so bad about yourself and so unloving? β
Zhu Sheng's brain was buzzing.
She knew that her father had misunderstood, misunderstood that she was engaged in improper things and was immoral. How should she tell her father that this is flying, this is art, and this is a portrayal of thousands of years of culture?
"Dad, this is my dance suit, my fashion suit. And this performance will be held in April this year, at the Silk Road Summit Forum in the Ancient Capital. There will be countless people all over the world watching, and there is no shame in that. β
Zhu Chunhe couldn't listen to a word.
"You're still quibbling! This dress doesn't work. I acquiesced that you could dance, you could go solo and drift, but you got dressed. If this one doesn't work, how can you be worthy of yourself? Shengsheng, the clothes you take off, it's hard to wear them back! β
Moisture flooded his eyes.
Zhu Sheng felt that all the foreshadowing just now was done in vain. How naΓ―ve is it to expect her father to understand her? "Dad, why are you so unreasonable? Stubborn, old-fashioned, and unreasonable. It's art. In the murals of Dunhuang, this is the case, how can I say that you understand? β
Seeing that his daughter refused to repent, Zhu Chunhe's heart was bursting, "Unless I die." You don't want to jump in this. Just like your mother! He picked up the clothes on the bed, and the flowing ribbons and "belly pockets" were torn on the spot.
"Dad! You've always been like this, you've always been like this! Brusque! Dictatorship, never thinking about what others think, I hate you! β
Zhu Sheng's eyes were red, and tears couldn't stop pouring up. She rushed out of the house and ran outside.
"Shengsheng, Shengsheng?"
Grandma Zhu heard the movement and chased out the door. Sheng Sheng was too fast and had already left the hospital.
She didn't wear a coat, and she felt colder and colder. But what about it? The physical pain is far less intense than the mental pain. Freeze her to death. Running out of the 100 meters, she bumped into someone in a trance, "I'm sorry!" β
Before she could continue running, her hand had been grabbed.
It was Li Xiao, and Li Xiao came back with a trolley suitcase.
Li Xiao noticed that she was wrong at a glance, the plateau climate was still quite cold, and Zhu Sheng's lips were purple.
He took off his down and draped it over her, "Shengsheng, what's going on?" β
Zhu Sheng raised his eyes, the pear blossoms brought rain, and his voice whimpered, "Li Xiao......"
The next moment, her whole person was wrapped in Li Xiao's arms. "If there's something, we'll work it out together. Don't be afraid. β
"Li Xiao, it's good that you're back."
"Yes, I'm back, fortunately in time."
**
Zhu Sheng followed Li Xiao to the studio.
The air conditioner was blowing, Hua Ying made tea, and Zhu Sheng held the teacup and told what happened today.
"Shengsheng, it doesn't matter if the clothes are broken, I'll just make another set." The flower is intimately comforted.
"The older generation thought differently than we did. Ideological work should be done, and attention should be paid to the way of communication. On your father's side, I'll try. "To face his father-in-law in advance, Li Xiao also has a headache, and Zhu Chunhe has an opinion about him inexplicably. But what should come is always coming.
And I'll see you again.