the other side.
"He dared to hang up on me..."
Guo Degang was furious and called again.
But there was a busy signal on the other end of the phone.
No matter how many times I try, the result is the same.
"Why can't you get through?"
"Why!"
Guo Degang was so angry that he smashed his favorite teapot.
Vice President Luan said awkwardly from the side: "Dalinzi has blocked your number."
"This is outrageous!"
"He said that cross talk accomplishes nothing. How much trouble does he really think he can make by running to Hong Kong Island?!"
"Without the status of Guo Degang's son, he would not be able to eat anywhere!"
Guo Degang slapped the table hard.
Wang Hui on the side quickly comforted Lao Guo, but he was actually snickering in his heart.
The relationship between father and son has dropped to freezing point.
It’s good to go to Hong Kong Island.
Better never to come back.
In this way, the Deyun Pavilion family property can fall into the hands of my son.
If you think so in your heart, you can't say it with your mouth.
Wang Hui ordered people to clean up the mess on the ground and said softly: "I watched Dalinzi grow up after all. I know how much he weighs. Lao Guo, don't worry. Even if Dalinzi goes to Hong Kong, What about Dao? He doesn’t do cross talk and can’t even eat. Can he act? Can he sing?”
"He knows nothing but cross talk."
"When he suffers enough, he will naturally call you as a father."
These words can be said to have spoken to Guo Degang's heart.
He said angrily: "Whatever he likes, I can't care if he starves to death outside. I don't have such a rebellious son."
"You can't say that. Dalinzi is still your son after all. Maybe because he has lived outside for a long time, his temper will inevitably be like that of a runaway wild horse. He will come back when he has had enough wandering."
"After all, as a father, you can't be angry with your son. Look at how old you are, and you don't feel ashamed."
Wang Hui rolled her eyes at him and said.
These words made Lao Guo very happy.
Wang Hui said: "If there is anything else you want to say, you can use my phone to call Dalinzi."
"I won't beat him either. I hope he won't come back to beg me when he can't afford to eat!"
"Fenyang, come here, daddy gives me a hug."
Three-year-old Guo Fenyang is fat and fair, wearing a jade bracelet on his hand. He calls him dad every time, which makes old Guo very happy.
The old man had a son, and he felt very sorry for his younger son, Guo Degang.
He kissed his youngest son's cheek. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it, and most of his anger was gone.
"Fen Yang."
"When you grow up, don't imitate your rebellious brother."
"In the future, the Deyun Pavilion's family fortune will still be in your hands."
Obviously they are both his sons, but why is there such a big gap?
Guo Degang shook his head. He pinned all his hopes on his youngest son.
As for Guo Qilin, he no longer has any hope for his eldest son.
Wang Hui on the side was ecstatic.
…
"How could he talk like this."
"You are his son, but his words are too hurtful."
Deng Ziqi slowed down the car. Lao Guo just now had a loud voice, and she could not understand the entire conversation.
I was originally in a happy mood tonight, but after receiving Lao Guo's call, my good mood was completely ruined.
"It's okay, I'm used to it."
Guo Qilin shook his head and said nonchalantly.
Hear this.
Deng Ziqi felt even more distressed.
She looked at this big boy, who was two years younger than herself, with heartache in her eyes.
She originally thought that Guo Degang called and wanted to inquire about Guo Qilin's recent situation.
Unexpectedly,
As soon as the call was connected, Guo Degang became so aggressive.
The tone even made Deng Ziqi, an outsider, feel depressed.
She couldn't imagine how Guo Qilin came here before.
"Teacher Guo is really too much."
"He has the nerve to ask you why you came to Hong Kong Island."
"Obviously he has blocked you in the mainland and left you with no way to go. In this case, where else can you go besides Hong Kong Island?"
"What do you mean you can become famous after you go to Hong Kong Island? How can a father look down on his son so much? Can such a person be considered a father?"
"He has no idea how talented you are in music. He has no way of knowing that the son he despises made two million dollars by writing a song."
Deng Ziqi couldn't help but defend Guo Qilin.
How much she wanted Guo Degang to know how amazingly talented the son you deny blindly is.
"Can't Dalinzi become famous in Hong Kong Island?"
"You should let him know that you made two million not long after you came to Hong Kong Island."
Deng Ziqi was very angry, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became.
She also fantasized about whether there was room for relaxation in the father-son relationship between Guo Qilin and Guo Degang.
But tonight she realized that some people really don't deserve to be called father!
"No need."
"In his eyes, I am this kind of person, a FW who knows nothing without cross talk."
"If you explain to him, he won't listen. Just be yourself."
"There is no need to affect your mood for him."
"Anyway, he is more than just my son."
Guo Qilin smiled.
…
Two days passed in a flash.
Post-production work on "The Love of My Life" has been completed.
In the past two days, Guo Qilin occasionally went to the recording studio to assist with work.
In addition, Teacher Guolun also sent the submission email of Xingye's agent.
"Generally, song solicitations are sent to the star's manager, who then hands them over to the star."
"If "The Love of My Life" doesn't work, then there won't be a single song in the entire Hong Kong music scene that can pass the test."
Teacher Guolun's tone was very determined.
"Da Linzi, I look forward to your good news."
Deng Ziqi sent a voice message and attached a selfie.
In the picture, Deng Ziqi just got off the plane, wearing a pair of sunglasses and pouting.
The whole person is very lively and cheerful.
It is worth mentioning that.
At dawn this morning, Deng Ziqi and Sister Hong packed up their luggage and left Hong Kong Island, flying to Mainland China to participate in the recording of the "King of Singer Contest" program.
Teacher Guolun has also finished the arrangement of "Bubble".
"I'm also looking forward to your performance on the show."
"Await your return."
Guo Qilin first replied to Teacher Guolun, and then sent a message back to Deng Ziqi.
After doing all this.
Guo Qilin brought a laptop and opened it on the table.
Then I entered it according to the email address given by Teacher Guolun.
A ding-dong sound.
Insert the USB flash drive.
After Guo Qilin edited a paragraph, he sent the recording of a small part of "The Love of Life" to Xingye's agent.
"Thank you for your submission, we expect a reply within two working days, please pay attention."
After receiving the prompt.
Guo Qilin shut down the computer, stretched out, and planned to go back and take a nap.
Then just let the bullet fly a little longer.
