Late at night, Yunfei got up from the computer desk, stretched, walked to the window and looked out.
Bright yellow street lights outside illuminate the dark streets.
He took a few glances but couldn't find where the comrade responsible for watching was, but he was sure that someone was protecting him near his home.
In the days that followed, no one disturbed them, and the father and son lived like every ordinary person in this city.
On weekends, I go to scenic places for picnics, sketching, and occasionally play in children's playgrounds.
On weekdays, one goes to school and the other stays at home to study.
In order to get to know his children better, Yunfei signed up for an online class to learn how to draw using software.
I study seriously every day, and occasionally go to class with Zhou Mingguang on weekends and become classmates.
Both father and son are very busy, and their time is always fully scheduled.
In addition to studying, there is also exercise to keep children healthy.
He signed up swimming lessons for Zhou Mingguang, and also learned to pulley, play table tennis, badminton, etc.
Other children may find such a self-disciplined life tiring, but Zhou Mingguang does not. He cherishes every opportunity to learn.
Yunfei once asked why, and he said that because of fear, he hoped to control his destiny in his own hands.
There are too many things he is afraid of.
Fear of being abandoned, fear of being useless, fear of not being able to rely on one's own...
His young age does not prevent him from thinking a lot.
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Half a month later, Yunfei went secretly to collect the reward.
Very surprising reward.
Money is secondary, the main thing is a medal.
This is not something like a pennant, but a limited-edition glory.
As we all know, there are only a handful of people who have received this medal, and they are all seniors who have made significant contributions to the motherland.
So Yunfei was both surprised and a little guilty to get this.
But he felt at ease when he thought that although the knowledge was not his, the things were rewards for his efforts in completing the task.
Okay, still empty.
Maybe it was too easy to get. Compared with the hardships of other seniors, I always feel a little unworthy of standing on the same level as them.
But those things do make a great contribution to the motherland.
The scientific researchers are also very capable. I heard that with their intensive work, the finished product should not be too far away.
I heard that it is divided into several departments, each conducting different experiments.
To this end, basically all researchers have invested in it.
Some of the experiments in hand that reached the same goal through different routes were all stopped.
The loss was quite big, after all, we had invested so much in the early stage, but we also made a profit.
Because now you can take shortcuts, which directly reduces the time and money consumption on detours.
Occasionally, the two professors would ask Yunfei for help when they were confused.
Although he doesn't understand some things like program data, he has used it and knows some principles, so occasionally they can bring inspiration to others by discussing it.
That day, after school, Zhou Mingguang typed on his mobile phone with a rosy face: 'Dad, the teacher said there was a children's painting and calligraphy competition, and she recommended me to sign up. '
"This is a good thing. Do you want to sign up? Sign up if you want. Don't be afraid. The important thing is to participate."
'think! '
Yunfei encouraged him, "If you want to, sign up. Dad believes in you."
With his encouragement, the hesitation on the boy's face faded and he gained some confidence.
There was a twinkle in his eye, and he wanted to go.
After eating, I went back to my room and started doing my homework with endless expectations.
The gap between Zhou Mingguang today and half a year ago is really big. The intervals between the occasional condolences and concern for him are getting longer and longer now.
Yunfei knew that it was a sign of confidence in him.
Now that they can rest assured here, the staff naturally focuses on other children.
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Zhou Mingguang was looking forward to and anxious about this competition.
Soon, the day of the competition arrived. After Yunfei sent the children there in the morning, they would take the school bus to the competition venue after breakfast.
I heard that it was held in another school, so parents could not go to watch it live.
At that time, all participating works will be posted on the campus wall.
After returning from school, Zhou Mingguang, who has always been relatively quiet, always had a smile on his face.
Asked about today's competition, he said the topic was landscape painting.
"Landscape painting? We seem to have just learned the basics." Yunfei didn't expect it to be landscape painting.
They haven't learned this yet, they've only learned a rough idea.
There is nothing wrong with drawing in general, but he is not sure about participating in the competition. However, he is still quite optimistic and is not aiming for winning prizes. He just feels that this kind of competition can increase children's self-confidence.
But the next moment Zhou Mingguang said, he got sixth place.
There were a total of twenty children participating in the competition, which was a pretty good result.
mainly. He hasn't started learning yet.
So Yunfei praised him and decided to have a big dinner to celebrate tonight.
'The teachers will put up the pictures tonight so they can be seen tomorrow. '
"Then let's get up early tomorrow. Dad wants to see our Xiaoguang's first entry, okay?"
Zhou Mingguang nodded with satisfaction, still a little shy.
In fact, what he wants is the approval of his father.
The next day, the two of them were in front of the campus wall and saw the works of several participating students.
Zhou Mingguang painted a winter landscape painting, with red plums dotted on the mountains, blooming warmly against the cold wind.
The deserted mountains are even more ethereal because of the red plum blossoms.
The skill of the brush is indeed not as good as the two paintings next to it, but the layout and atmosphere are worse than it.
When paired together, it gives a natural artistic conception.
There is no feeling of deliberately focusing on painting skills. In layman's terms, it just feels aura.
Yunfei has never been a father who relies on suppression to suppress his children's mentality, so he praised without hesitation: "The painting is very good. Keep up the good work."
'Um. Zhou Mingguang's face was slightly red, but he did not lower his head to avoid shyness, but stood up straight with his head raised and chest raised.
He has begun to learn to face his emotions head on.
When he wants to bow his head or feel inferior, he will think of his father's encouragement and then raise his head.
Dad said that children with chests and hunched backs are very temperamental.
Being generous is a plus point for people's first appearance.
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Time flies.
Under Yunfei's careful training, Zhou Shiguang soon reached the age of ten.
The father and son lived together in Beijing and never returned to their original hometown.
Occasionally, he would receive phone calls from his hometown, and he would treat them politely. He would not be stingy with anything, but he could not get close to them.
The plot didn't happen just because he came, but it doesn't mean those injuries never existed.
He could not forgive on behalf of the uninformed Zhou Mingguang.
