Lin Nianhe's calculation was correct. The big package of hair flowers had indeed been delivered to the Lin family. However, Lin's father had been busy in the office for the past two days and had not returned home. Lin's mother recently had a job as a woman and went to Shanghai on a business trip.
No, Father Lin finally finished his work. The first thing he did after returning home was to open the package.
Father Lin took apart eight pieces of oil paper and couldn't help but said to Father Su next to him, who also had no one to cook when his wife was not at home: "Look, my daughter is so careful. There has been a lot of rain in Beijing these two days. If she didn't wrap it up so tightly, , you must get wet."
Father Su raised his eyelids: "Ah, yes, my daughter is good. When He He comes back, I will kidnap her and give her to me as my daughter."
Father Lin stopped unwrapping the package.
He looked at Dad Su and suddenly accidentally dropped a pistol from his waist.
Dad Su: "..."
When he coaxed Lin Huaizhou to call him grandpa, this guy didn't even draw his gun. Now he just wants He He to call him dad and he will fall out?
Father Lin smiled sinisterly, bent down, picked up the gun and slapped it on the coffee table: "Oh, look, your hands are shaking now that you're old!"
Dad Su cleared his throat and changed the topic awkwardly: "I heard two days ago that the cultural troupe will be recruiting people after the new year. When He He comes back this time, won't she be allowed to leave?"
Seeing that his threat had been understood, Father Lin stopped worrying about the matter and said, "Yes, Lao Wen also came to see me today. He plans to send two of his girls to the art troupe."
"Those two girls are always very soft-spoken. They seem to be good at singing, right?"
"Yes, the girls in the Wen family are like younger siblings, with soft tempers. Lao Wen just wants to keep them by his side so that he won't be afraid of his children being bullied." Father Lin nodded and continued to open another oil paper bag, "But what about the art troupe? We won't be recruiting until March, and Lao Wen is thinking about providing them with medical treatment."
Dad Su leaned on the sofa and took a sip of tea before saying: "If you want to cure the illness, He He should do it first. This child has been sick since she was a child. When the child comes back during the Chinese New Year, don't let her go back and raise her at home." As soon as she comes back, I'll go there when the art troupe recruits people in March... I remember that He He plays the violin very well, and I haven't touched the bow for more than half a year. When she comes back, you can think of sending her to the art troupe to practice with her first. "
"Well, I told Lao Wen that when the time comes, let the Wen brothers and sisters take her with them." When Father Lin said this, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, "To be honest, I don't care at all when Huaizhou is outside. Don’t worry, I started to miss my daughter as soon as she got on the train..."
As he spoke, Father Lin's eyes turned red.
He stretched out his hand and gestured, his voice trembling slightly: "When I first saw my daughter, she was three months old. She was just that big, not as big as someone else's newly born child... If it hadn't been for that time My serious injury scared Zirui, she wouldn’t have given birth prematurely, and the two of them wouldn’t have suffered such a big mistake..."
Dad Su reached out and patted Dad Lin on the shoulder: "Okay, my children are now grown, so I can't blame you for what happened back then."
Dad Lin wiped his eyes and continued: "I'm sorry for my daughter. I originally planned to let her join the art troupe after graduating from high school. Who would have thought that this year would just happen and there wouldn't be a single spot... In fact, Zi Rui didn't even have a place at that time... I found someone to change my place, but I didn’t let it go...my daughter must have suffered so much in the past six months!"
Su's father didn't know how to comfort his old friend. He knew that Lin's father was Nianhe, who was the center of his attention and heart. If he didn't have any other choice, how could he be willing to send the child away?
Father Su could only say: "Okay, okay, the child will be back in two months. I won't let her go when she comes back this time. If you have anything difficult to handle, tell me. We brothers have been through life and death for so many years." Yes, your daughter is my daughter."
Father Lin calmed down for a second: "My daughter is my daughter. If you live and die with me for forty years, my daughter will never be yours."
Dad Su: "..."
Dad Lin wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and took apart the last layer of oil paper.
However, this bag contained not flowers, but a bag of plump and plump hazelnuts.
Comrade Lao Lin suddenly became energetic and slapped Dad Su on the shoulder: "Hey! Look, look, look, my daughter mailed me hazelnuts!"
Dad Su: "..."
He shouldn't have come today!
Comrade Lao Lin took a hazelnut, put it in his mouth, bit it open with his back molars, picked up the hazelnut kernel and put it in his mouth. He smiled like Maitreya Buddha: "Oh, my daughter is filial, and the hazelnut fragrance from the Northeast is so fragrant. ...Old Su, what are you doing? Your family is not short of hazelnuts, right? Yun Cheng has been in the Northeast for more than two years, you are going to find your son!"
Father Su gritted his teeth, with a sneer on his lips: "Huaizhou has been in the northwest for several months. Has he mailed you the specialties from the northwest?"
"Ah? You reminded me. I have to ask tomorrow. This kid hasn't called me in months and I don't know if he is still alive."
"You have a very good attitude. All these years, I have been thinking of myself as a bastard."
The two people who were thought to have died outside by their biological father were in different situations at the moment.
Major Su was helping his sweetheart open a can in a warm hut. The cap was too tight. Although the Lin family's aunt could kill someone's arm with a knife, it was normal for her to be unable to open the cap.
Major Lin was also opening cans at the moment, but there was neither a fire pit nor a girl around him——
"It's the last can. If we can't get out, we don't have to wait for them to attack and starve to death first."
He lost a lot of weight, his lips were bloodless, and a long strip of blood on the left side of his face had frozen.
"Here, take out all the dry food. When we're full, we'll go over to the grandsons' nest!"
Father Lin ate more than twenty hazelnuts in a row until his cheeks were sore before he stopped.
My daughter's love, it smells so good, but it's a bit toothsome.
Dad Su glanced at him, got up, went to the door, and took out a hammer from the cabinet.
Father Lin curled his lips in disgust: "At first glance, you are a man without a daughter. How can my daughter's love be knocked away with a cold hammer?"
Dad Su: "..."
Father Lin happily threw the hazelnut shells into the trash can. After wiping his hands, he picked up a paper bag with the word "LAN" in it. He opened it and took a look. He said directly: "As expected of my daughter's hair, it's beautiful... …”
Dad Su rolled his eyes and said, "You let me choose, my wife likes these things."
"Huh? You are robbing me openly!"
"I'm going to steal it. If you have the ability, you can defeat me..."
"Old Su, you're not doing this right... Put that down, Ruidai will definitely look good!"
"There are hundreds of them! Why do you have to steal this from my wife?"
"..."
"Aqiu——Aqiu——"
Lin Nianhe held the canned peach in his hand and his nose was sore from sneezing.
Su Yuncheng originally wanted to leave, but when he heard her sneezing, he came back. He put his hand to her forehead to test her temperature, frowned and asked, "Are you cold?"
"No, maybe my dad misses me."
Lin Nianhe rubbed his nose, held the spoon and muttered in a low voice: "I suddenly felt like I was being arranged... There was a chill on my back."
