Can a general do whatever he wants?

"Well, you old man really cares about me."

Hanaya is not an unreasonable person, he knows what the old man cares for him.He put down his foot on the side of the bed, landed on the ground, and walked up to the old man, "Just because you love me, doesn't mean I'll sing you a song or something."

"No, no, Yin'er, I don't want you to sing. This, that... I want to say..."

Chen Qinglin concealed that he didn't know how to say that he was his son's matter.Behind her, Hua Si couldn't stand up and stepped forward to explain to Hanaya.

"Last time you told me about the Jiangnan Manufacturing House, but you don't recognize him in a blink of an eye? He is the Prime Minister of the Manufacturing House you've been thinking about, Mr. Chen."

Hanaya looked at the little old man in front of him in shock. He used to hear guests often brag about how powerful the stewards of Jiangnan Weaving Mansion are, but now he is not used to it.

He bowed and apologized, "How rude just now."

Mr. Chen helped up the flower house with a full face of pity, but Hua Si behind him had a look of blame for the flower house

"Hehe, you also know how to be rude. Let me tell you that he is not only the steward of Jiangnan Manufacturing Mansion, he is also your father."

This time Hanaya was even more surprised.

"father?"

"Yes, I'm your father. I'm your father." Elder Chen pulled Huawu's shoulders and embraced him, sobbing, his old voice became hoarse, "Yin'er, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Daddy didn't lose you on purpose."

Hanaya didn't know that he had such an awesome father. He opened his hands and didn't know what to do. The old man in his arms was still choking. He must be very happy to find his son.Anyway, I don't have a father, so I might as well accept him.

What's more, Chen Qinglin is one of the people he respects the most.

Blessings from heaven.

At the same time, Hanaya put her hands on the old man's back, and whispered a word of father in his ear.

Mr. Chen finally got his lost son. Amidst the joy of the whole city, Mr. Chen personally took the Han blood BMW and brought Huawu back home.

Since Huawu left, someone took over his position and room, and Chen Ming's residence was also moved to his brother's room. He used to live in a dilapidated firewood house, but now he can finally share a bed with his brothers.The brothers also told him many stories at night.

Sleeping next to Chen Ming is Hua Yao, Hua Yao is good at playing the flute, and in the dead of night, he would always go to the small courtyard alone to play a song while everyone was asleep.

It happened that Chen Ming drank too much water that night and wanted to go to the night toilet with his pants up.

He looked at the thin man sitting on the stone playing under the cold moon, feeling inexplicably panicked.

"Brother, why are you still up late?"

Hearing Chen Ming's voice, Hua Yao put down the flute in his hand. He turned around and looked at Chen Ming in surprise, "Brother? Why don't you sleep in the middle of the night? Children can't stay up late."

"I didn't stay up late..." Chen Ming raised his baggy pants and muttered, "I'm just going to the toilet."

"puff."

Hanaya pursed her lips and laughed, "Go to the toilet as soon as you go to the toilet. It's so aggrieved. Now that you're done, go to bed quickly."

"Oh."

Drowsy and drowsy, Chen Ming turned his head and was about to sleep, when he turned his head and remembered something, "Aren't you going with brother?"

"I?"

Huayao looked up at the bright full moon in the sky, sighed freely, "I'm worried, how can I sleep well."

"Sorrow? Does it mean worry? Brother Huayao, what is there to worry about?"

"Ming'er. Some things are obviously yours, but it doesn't matter if they are taken away by someone you like?"

"It depends on what it is. If the candied haws are robbed, they must be taken back. Of course, the candied haws are wanted by someone Ming'er likes, and Ming'er will give him one."

"It's my younger brother who thinks through."

Hua Yao smiled lightly, "Does my brother want to learn the flute?"

"Flute?" Chen Ming glanced at the flute in Huayao's hand, "I kind of want to learn it, but I'm stupid, I'm afraid I won't be able to learn it."

"Hahaha, Ming'er is not stupid, it will definitely work. Ming'er is sleeping today, and I will teach you tomorrow."

Chen Ming rubbed his eyes and felt sleepy, and nodded in agreement with him.The next day, Hua Yao really grabbed Chen Ming to teach him how to play the flute, which was a Jiangnan ditty, which was said to have been played to him by Hua Yao's mother when he was a child.

"One, three, two, three... that's right, just press like this, and then blow hard."

The first minor key of the whole song, under the unexpectedly strict Hua Yao, Chen Ming learned quickly and could be considered to play it fluently, but not as well as Hua Yao.

"Hua Yao, what are you doing here, a visitor is looking for you."

Hua Si scolded Hua Yao, who was not doing business properly, with all the clothes, big and small. He did not forget to teach Chen Ming together, "You too, if you don't wash things well, you can rely on your brothers."

Huayao patted the sweet-scented osmanthus petals on her thigh and stood up, apologizing, "It's not my brother's fault, I'll go to work right away."

He patted Chen Ming on the shoulder again, and told him in a low voice, "Remember to practice."

Chen Ming nodded dumbly and watched Huayao leave.

After Hua Yao left, Chen Ming decided among the piles of clothes and flutes whether to wash the clothes for a while.

He rolled up his sleeves, "Wash the clothes or wash the clothes, finish it quickly, finish it quickly."

There were a lot of clothes, and Chen Ming's slender arms were flushed red from washing, but there was nothing he could do, he wanted to eat, so he cried and cried.

"Look at the poor boy, so much laundry?"

After Chen Qinglin returned home, he couldn't forget the eyes of the child he saw in the pity hall. Those eyes were so beautiful and pure that they were incompatible with this filthy world, and they were admirable.Today, he was wearing a black flag dress with silver silk patterns embroidered with landscapes.

"Eh? It's Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen?"

Chen Ming bent his head, not knowing how to address the old man in front of him.

"Hehe. It's not important to call this kind of thing. I used to want to be a teacher of foreign books when the factory closed down, so that Chinese people can learn advanced foreign weapon manufacturing. How about Minger, call me teacher."

"teacher……"

"Yes. It's not an exaggeration for the old man to be called a teacher in his old age, hahahaha."

Old Chen smiled and sat down next to Chen Ming. He didn't forget to move a small stone for his buttocks.

He took out the candy he had prepared in his arms and handed it to Chen Ming, "This is a candy wrapped in foreign paper, do you want to eat it?"

"Candy wrapped in foreign paper?"

Chen Ming swallowed his saliva excitedly, stretched out his hand unceremoniously to open the layer of tissue paper, took out the sweet candy and put it in his mouth.

It's sweet and has a scent.

Seeing Chen Ming's joy in eating, Mr. Chen rubbed his rough hands, and smiled wryly: "Yin'er also liked candy very much before, but for some reason he doesn't like to eat those things recently."

Mr. Chen seems sad that brother Huawu no longer likes sweets.He chewed the hard candy and swallowed it, picked up the flute that was on the ground, and played the unprofessional ditty that Brother Huayao taught him.

"I have a love story, sing it for you gentlemen, gentlemen—listen to you..."

The tune is the same, and Mr. Chen can sing its original lyrics along with the tune.