Chapter 124 The old days are wasted and the ideal is in your arms

Author: Ciliansheng

The wind makes the winter cold, the rain falls on clothes, and umbrellas are put away when people return to the house. The cold and dampness will inevitably soak into the house.

The sudden influx of such a tiring but refreshing breath made An Ji, who was working on his desk, frown helplessly and subconsciously turned his head to look in the direction of the door.

"What are you doing on this rainy day?" He Yanqing muttered as he handed the steaming tomato and egg soup with pepper to An Jianing, who had not yet changed his shoes.

The latter smiled flatteringly and handed the bag in his hand to He Yanqing.

Glancing at the contents of the bag, He Yanqing's expression softened a bit, and he glanced at An Jianing more or less with a half-smile: "If you catch a cold, you want me and my daughter to take care of you. Such an adult can't

To save people some worries?"

After pricking up his ears and hearing that the atmosphere here had calmed down, An Ji breathed a sigh of relief and continued to devote his energy to the drawing in front of him.

But An Jianing was An Jianing after all, and he was definitely more familiar with his wife's temperament than his own girls. He understood that today's matter was not over yet, so he quickly packed himself up, took the umbrella to the toilet, and flushed it with water.

Sure enough, as soon as An Jia Ningfu came out of the bathroom, he saw He Yanqing sitting cross-legged on the corner of the sofa at home, just waiting to give him a trial.

"You haven't been at home every day lately, what have you been doing?" He Yanqing didn't want An Jianing to mince words, "You haven't been normal in the past two weeks. If you don't talk about your father or your child, I think An Ji will just follow you!"

"

More than two weeks have passed since An Jia Ning left home for the first time without warning. During these two weeks, the former always found various reasons to leave early and come home late. Even if He Yanqing did not doubt her husband's loyalty to the family, he had to be curious about An Jia Ning.

Ning was doing something sneaky.

"I didn't do anything, it's just that my old friend asked me for something."

It has to be said that An Jianing is really feeling guilty now. His wife has connected him with the things that his daughter had done without telling the family in just one sentence. She has indeed seen through him.

Despite the low-brow look on his face, An Jianing's mind was spinning non-stop, and his eyes were still wandering over the bag of food on the coffee table from time to time, thinking about how to "take advantage of others' shortcomings".

Bags of food can give yourself a few chances to 'survive'.

"Nothing done?"

"It's just that if your friends want to hang out with you, there's no need for you not to tell me in advance." He Yanqing was very alert, and he could easily handle An Jianing's little ninety-nine thoughts, "You really should treat us as teachers' educational psychology.

Learn from Bai Xue?”

"Your little thoughts are no more than those of a three-year-old child!"

He Yanqing could sense that something was wrong with her husband recently, and An Jianing had no intention of keeping it a secret forever - but the latter couldn't figure out how the former would react when he told the truth.

Support? Just like they did when they first got married, and finally let the whole family bear the consequences for themselves?

Not wanting to face reality prematurely, An Jianing was still playing catch-up with He Yanqing, wondering how long it would take to fool this matter away.

"This is not to help them do some film and television stuff." After thinking about it, An Jianing decided to test He Yanqing's tolerance by taking a sideways approach. "I haven't had anything to do recently, so I will go and help when I have time. After all, we are all here.

My friend, I’m too embarrassed to discuss money with others.”

There is nothing wrong with friends helping each other. Without the authority of his colleagues to open their own wounds, He Yanqing would not have been able to untie his knot so quickly and let his daughter do what she wanted to do.

"Really?" He Yanqing still meant something, "You went to film with someone else? It's been two weeks."

"Besides, you haven't moved for a long time. Do your friends trust you?"

"If you don't believe me, call Xiao Ning's uncle!" An Jianing suddenly remembered his life-saving straw, "Or ask Xiao Ning, he is on his uncle's set now."

"Why am I asking people? To cause trouble for them?" He Yanqing was doubtful, but for some unknown reason, he was willing to let An Jia Ning go and did not continue to cross-examine, "Don't mention Xiao Ning's child, you are not bringing up other people's children.

Come and lie to me together?"

"Okay, I don't care what you have been doing recently. You have to take care of things at home. Otherwise, I will have to clean up the housework when I come back from work last day..."

[Ning Xu Yifan Zuo Zhou: You guessed it right, your dad and my uncle were together recently]

[Ande Yunkai Yueji: I'm not guessing, I listened to what my dad and my mom said. What have they been doing recently? My dad leaves early and comes home late. Didn't my mom just detain the person in the hall for questioning?

Let the person go]

[Ning Xu Yifan Zuo Zhou: What else can they do? Speaking of which, my uncle has the intention to talk to you. Isn’t he recently making a historical film? It is mainly about three poets from the Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao,

Su Shi, Liu Yong]

[Ande Yunkai Yueji: Doesn’t anyone care about Xin Qiji and Wang Anshi anymore? 】

Subconsciously, An Ji was led astray by Ning Yunfan's topic. When he reacted, he let out a long 'hum' at the screen, and with a little dissatisfaction, he typed much faster.

[Ande Yunkai Yueji: Wait, you lied to me again, what are my dad and your uncle doing? When I asked him about it these two days, he kept it secret.]

[An Deyunkai Yueji: When my mother and I had a huge quarrel because of my learning to weave Hangluo, didn’t I tell both of you the truth, and now I’m an outsider? 】

Seeing the words 'the other party is typing' popping up on the dialog box, An Ji put his phone on the table and stared at the screen, wanting to see what excuse Ning Yunfan could give.

[Ning Xu Yifan is alone: ​​Uncle An and my uncle want to do a drama]

[Ning Xu Yifan Zuo Guzhou: My uncle said that my uncle and aunt had conflicts over the matter of doing a drama. It was not successful, and my uncle has always felt sorry for his aunt and you]

[Ning Xu Yifan Zuozhou: So their idea is that their ideas back then are just in line with the needs of the times, and they will report to you and your aunt when they have achieved results]

[Ning Xu Yifan Zuozhou: That’s why my uncle and uncle won’t let me talk, including you, for fear that one day my aunt will ask you about it. It’s okay if you don’t know. If you know...it seems like we are together and just hide it.

It’s really inappropriate to stay with my aunt alone】

An Ji now understands why there are always people on the Internet who like to use "Lu Xun Literature" to imitate Mrs. Xianglin and go crazy - now it is really true: I only know that there is something going on between them that they are hiding from me, but I don't know that there is a more profound reason behind it.

story.

An Ji finally got the complete answer to why his mother stopped him from learning Hangluo weaving, and why he was unwilling to understand even a little bit about his passionate pursuit of dreams.

"An Ji, it's time to eat!"

"I said I was drawing a manuscript at home, but I didn't hear you start writing for a long time..." An Ji went to the table. He Yanqing saw that the former was holding a mobile phone in his hand and did not put it down for a moment. He couldn't help but continue to mutter, "I'm in school."

Sometimes I just look at my phone and procrastinate.”

"What you are doing now is what you like. If you are still putting it off like this, what will you accomplish by then?"

After scooping a spoonful of soup into An Ji's bowl, He Yanqing sat down and without saying anything else, he glanced at the father and daughter together and poured some soup for himself.

An Jia Ning believed that no one in the family knew what he was doing, so he felt guilty, so he still stretched out his chopsticks to pick out the right vegetables, but he didn't notice that his daughter beside him was restless and very upset.

He picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp. Fortunately, the temperature of the tomato and egg soup was not too hot and was just palatable. An Ji tried his best to hide himself with the bowl so that his mother would not notice him at the dining table - the one just now

The look in her eyes meant that my mother had discovered something!

"Do you still want to drink?" He Yanqing reached out to take the porcelain bowl from An Ji's hand and found that the latter seemed to be in a somewhat abnormal state, "Doesn't it taste good? Did I put too much pepper?"

'It's raining today, it's very humid, and it's very cold. Don't you know the saying, 'Eat Jiang Sai Dao Bing at night'? If you can't get used to the pepper, I won't serve you any more.'

"No, no, it tastes good." Realizing his unnaturalness, An Ji swallowed his saliva to cover up the spicy taste on his tongue for fear of being exposed, "It's good, I was just thinking of something else."

"Okay, as long as it tastes good."

After being recognized for his cooking skills, He Yanqing stopped thinking about what had just happened. He filled a bowl for his daughter and placed it firmly on the table: "It's a bit full. Take a sip first, otherwise you'll spill it if you pick it up immediately."

."

Enduring the spiciness brought by the pepper and the slight itching from his nostrils, An Ji took a big gulp, raised his head and smiled at his mother He Yanqing, "It's a little bland, maybe not enough salt, but it tastes good."

."

"As long as you like to drink. If you like, mom will make a pot for you and your dad."

"I just asked him and he said it's pretty good... Then next time we'll all make it with pepper."

He Yanqing was talking to himself, with a kind of beauty that ignored the two people opposite him who were clenching their molars and drinking soup. For a moment, the two people who had secrets in their hearts wondered whether they had been exposed, and now the former was here to take revenge.

.

Then I looked up and saw that although it was delicious, there were still more than a dozen packs of unfried bamboo shoots in the refrigerator - maybe the two of them really thought too much, and just saying "delicious" would most likely lead to a dish.

I vomited after eating the food...

"What's wrong? Eat it quickly. Didn't you say these bamboo shoots were delicious the other day?"

"Eat quickly. There's still some in the refrigerator after you finish. We'll make it tomorrow. Don't be reluctant to eat it!" He Yanqing picked up a large amount of chopsticks and put it in his bowl. He Yanqing seemed completely unaware of the rejection of the two people opposite him.

The window is calm and the rain is quiet, the lights are resting, and An Ji is still working on the details on the sketch. After all, Hangluo material is different from other materials. The luster and texture cannot be easily replaced, and the "precious" attribute of Hangluo material itself is destined to An Ji.

Ji can't just start casually, he must finalize the details.

What's more, An Ji uses Chinese-style flat cutting. Before the cut is made, there is basically no room for maneuver, so the data must be calculated...

With what happened at night, it was difficult for An Ji to calm down. He couldn't fall asleep and tossed and turned when he was awake. He didn't dare to finalize the manuscript easily in his state.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Seeing that the lights were still on at her daughter's side, An Jianing walked into the room with a cup of hot tea, gently pulled the chair over, sat on it and took a sip of tea, "If you don't have any ideas, just go first.

Rest, you can't rush these things."

An Ji didn't respond, just put the pencil in his hand gently on the table, turned his head and stared at his father.

A feeling of oppression similar to that of He Yanqing came over. An Jianing was stared at so hard that he could only laugh and joke: "What's wrong? What do you want dad to do for you?"

"Are you hungry? I see your mother always makes these shredded bamboo shoots, and you probably don't like eating them either... Will Dad go out and buy you something to eat?"

An Ji remained silent. Now An Jianing fully realized that something was wrong and whispered: "What's wrong? Why are you and your mother like this today?"

"Dad, what are you and Uncle Ning doing?"
To be continued...