Instead of being at the Confucius Institute today, An Shaokang hosted the two in his apartment in the living quarters of the embassy in Paris.

He knew that his daughter was filming in Paris and had always wanted to see him, but first, he was busy with official business and couldn't spare time, and second, he didn't take the initiative to come to see his daughter when he saw his daughter, and it was difficult for his father to take the initiative to meet his daughter because of his father's face.

Fortunately, there was Zhang Yuanjun as an intermediary, so he contacted Zhang Yuanjun and said that he wanted to see him.

How could Zhang Yuanjun not understand, seeing that he was fake, thinking that his daughter was true.

That's why I brought Liu Yifei over today.

An Shaokang's personal apartment in Paris was a small exquisite French-style apartment in the living area of the embassy (the author really couldn't find this information, so he could only make it up), and before the car of the two reached the door, they vaguely saw a person standing on the lawn in front of the apartment.

The man looked not very tall, saw the car coming towards him from a distance, and waved happily at them.

Liu Yifei was very nervous sitting in the co-pilot at this time, she left Jiangcheng with her mother since she was a child, and her relationship with her father was really average, making a few phone calls throughout the year, and seeing them at most.

When I grew up, I gradually understood the hard work and helplessness of my parents, but the shortcomings of my childhood were not so easy to make up, and I didn't know what to do if I wanted to take that step.

Father and daughter just froze.

"Eldest sister, your father, what are you nervous about?" Zhang Yuanjun said with a smile.

"I don't know." Liu Yifei has a hard mouth.

Zhang Yuanjun parked the car at the door and got out of the car with Liu Yifei.

"Hello uncle, I'm Zhang Yuanjun." To be honest, Zhang Yuanjun was also nervous, but Liu Yifei didn't do anything at this time, so she could only go on her own, "I've been in Paris for a few days, and I've been saying that I want to come and see it, and I only have time today." He didn't say that An Shaokang took the initiative to contact him.

"It's okay," An Shaokang had the elegant temperament of a scholar, and spoke softly, "It's good to come." ”

"Dad." The last time Liu Yifei saw his father was when he returned to Beijing last year to report on work.

"Hey." An Shaokang responded, "Come in, come in, don't stand." ”

As he was talking, a colleague from the embassy passed by and greeted: "Shaokang, my daughter is here with my son-in-law?" I'm going to have two more drinks tonight. ”

An Shaokang was very happy and waved his hand: "Envy, envy, ask your daughter to bring a son-in-law back." ”

Three people entered the door.

Zhang Yuanjun hurriedly handed over his gift: "I don't know what you like, I wrote a letter, you can take a look." ”

"You can write?" An Shaokang was pleasantly surprised.

"It's not well written." Zhang Yuanjun said with a smile.

An Shaokang really likes these things, and immediately unfolded the vertical scroll to appreciate it.

It's okay not to look at it, but as soon as I saw An Shaokang's mood came up.

In the poem "With Little Girl", the poet's love for his daughter came out through the paper, and An Shaokang was moved by reason.

But he didn't say anything about his love for his daughter, he only said: "The words are good, and I learned the essence of the two kings." ”

The three of them sat down, Liu Yifei was silent, and Zhang Yuanjun, as the son-in-law who came to the door, sat awkwardly, and he didn't know what topic to find.

An Shaokang, an intellectual, diplomat, and his daughter brought her boyfriend to the door, and he didn't know what to say, but he knew that as the head of the family, as a father, he had to take the initiative at this time.

"Xiao Zhang, do you smoke?" An Shaokang took out a cigarette.

"No." Zhang Yuanjun said, but he was blaming himself in his heart, he should have inquired about An Shaokang who smoked and didn't smoke himself, but at this time, he had to bring a bag with him when he came to the door.

"It's good not to smoke." As he spoke, he ordered one.

"You also smoke less, I coughed when I saw you last year, and said that it was blown by the wind, but I think it was smoking." Liu Yifei said.

When his daughter said this, An Shaokang was quite happy, snuffed out the cigarette he had just lit, and said with a smile: "Then don't smoke." Xiao Zhang, how old are you? ”

"I'm 85 years old, 24 years old."

"85 years, two years older than our Sissi, ......?"

"Oxen."

"The ox is good, the ox is down-to-earth and hard-working, hard-working." An Shaokang began his father-in-law's "routine interrogation" of his son-in-law.

"Are you the only one in the house?"

"Three brothers and sisters, there is a big brother and a sister above."

"Your family is good, the people are thriving."

"What are your brothers and sisters doing now?"

"My brother started a business in the United States, the Internet. My sister is also coincidental, she used to study in Paris. ”

"Oh? In which school? ”

"The École des Fashion Unions in Paris, graduated two years ago, and now works as an assistant designer at Chanel."

"It's all good." Being able to raise all three children into talents, An Shaokang asked Zhang Yuanjun, "What do parents do at home?" ”

"Start a small business and open a restaurant."

An Shaokang nodded, and Liu Yifei on the side added: "It's a small business in Jiangnan?" ”

An Shaokang was slightly surprised: "Yujiangnan was opened by your family?" ”

Zhang Yuanjun nodded: "Yes." ”

An Shaokang smiled: "That really can't be said to be a small business. ”

The two chatted for a long time, and An Shaokang basically asked everything he wanted to know.

Through conversation, An Shaokang was very satisfied with Zhang Yuanjun, his appearance, talent, and family were worthy of his baby daughter.

It's just that he doesn't think it's good at one point, Zhang Yuanjun is the third, and the huge family business of the Zhang family may not be able to fall into his hands, An Shaokang believes that it is no problem for Zhang Yuanjun to be rich and rich, but as a father, he will inevitably want to fight for his daughter to fight for more things.

However, he is not a person who values money, and the most important thing is that his daughter is happy.

An Shaokang values some honors, and after learning that Zhang Yuanjun is an actor, he encouraged him to get some government awards: Huabiao, Five First, May Fourth Medals, and so on.

"Or rate the job title."

Liu Yifei intended to support her boyfriend and said: "He will be a first-class actor next year." ”

Ansho Connahan: "So fast? ”

Zhang Yuanjun nodded: "Well, I didn't expect it either, I thought I would be satisfied if I could evaluate a second-level actor." ”

Liu Yifei praised him: "The 24-year-old Cannes actor is not too much to give a first-class actor." ”

An Shaokang then understood: "In this way, it should be given to a first-class actor." ”

After a while, the babysitter came to say that the meal was ready.

"Let's talk while we eat." An Shaokang beckoned, "Come, come, come." ”

can escape smoking, Zhang Yuanjun definitely can't escape drinking.

Liu Yifei didn't persuade either, she knew that it was useless to persuade her, An Shaokang would not let Zhang Yuanjun wake up and get off the table, and Zhang Yuanjun was also ready to drink to death on the table.

Zhang Yuanjun didn't understand the customs of Jiangcheng, and was bluffed by An Shaokang with the "Jiangcheng Rules", and he had already drunk three glasses of wine before he had eaten two bites.

An Shaokang Ke took a sip, the professional habits of a diplomat are extremely cautious when drinking, even at the family banquet at this time, he will not drink and talk nonsense.

Liu Yifei looked at Zhang Yuanjun and was willing to be "played" by his father, but there was no trick.

Fortunately, Zhang Yuanjun has a good wine, at least he won't hug An Shaokang and call him big brother.

In less than an hour, Zhang Yuanjun's face was flushed with drink, and his mouth was scooping: "When we came, we went to a study shop in Chinatown, uncle, guess what I found." ”

"What?" An Shaokang has not finished the first glass of wine until now.

Zhang Yuanjun patted the table and said, "Chengxintang! I found a half-knife piece of paper! It's a pity that it was imitated by the Qing Dynasty, if only it were from the Song Dynasty. ”

An Shaokang was shocked, even if it was imitated in the Qing Dynasty, it was an unattainable treasure.

"I took it down!" Zhang Yuanjun was very proud.

"Where? You show it to me. ”

"It was in the car, I didn't bring it. Yifei, go get it and show it to your dad. ”

Liu Yifei went to the car and brought the box of half-knife Chengxintang.

An Shaokang couldn't put it down.

The two drank for another hour, An Shaokang didn't finish three glasses of wine, and Zhang Yuanjun was already lying on the table and snoring.

"Alright," An Shaokang smiled and said to his daughter, "I will stay at home at night." ”

"No," Liu Yifei said, "there will be a play early tomorrow morning, and I must go back to the hotel tonight." ”

"Can you go back alone?"

"No problem."

But An Shaokang still called his driver to send the two back.

Zhang Yuanjun felt that he was put in the car, confused, and felt that there was still something he hadn't taken, but he couldn't remember, so he was stuffed into the car by the embassy driver and An Shaokang and sent back to the hotel.

After the driver sent the two to the hotel, he also helped Liu Yifei carry Zhang Yuanjun back to the room.

After the driver left, Liu Yifei set out to wash Zhang Yuanjun, and scolded while washing: "I can't drink it, but I have to fill it up." ”

Zhang Yuanjun couldn't hear it, and muttered: "Sissi, water, thirsty." ”

"I owe you."

But he still fed Zhang Yuanjun water.

The night passed, and it was quiet.

(End of chapter)