cheongsam boy

Song Rin didn't stay at the Song family's mansion for a long time that night, mainly because of the side effects of the medicine. Before eight o'clock, he was so sleepy that he couldn't hold his eyelids. Finally, he found an excuse of jet lag and called a driver back. apartment.

Apart from other things, the effect of this new drug in aiding sleep is really good, a good night's dream.

However, after waking up the next morning, he was still trembling and palpitating all morning. He finally fumbled for the pill to swallow, but fell asleep under the effect of the medicine, and it was evening when Song Rin woke up again.

The whole day passed so absurdly high.

Song Rin's phone rang several times during the period, and when he woke up, he turned on the screen and found that it was all missed calls from his father.

Only then did Song Rin realize that he had forgotten the agreement with his father.

But fortunately, he can still rush there before the appointed time.

After calling her father back, Song Rin hurriedly washed up, grabbed her hair casually, and then drove to the studio.

The studio is not far from the apartment, but Song Rin happened to hit the evening rush hour when he was driving there. The evening rush hour in Nancheng is no better than that in Gejiangbeicheng.

Therefore, Song Rin was late in the end.

"The road is really congested," Song Rin panted to change his shoes, with an apologetic look on his face, and repeated, "It's really congested."

Dad bent down to put the shoes away, and waved his hands indifferently: "It's okay, the dishes have just been heated up, and it's just in time."

After finishing speaking, Dad held Song Rin's shoulders and looked him up and down.

"Hey, don't say that if you lose weight, eat more," Song Lin stopped in time before Dad spoke, and he hugged Dad's shoulder affectionately and walked in, "Let me go, I'm jet-lagged here."

Song Rin's appetite is poor when he is jet-lagged. As a father, I know it, but as a parent, the child has grown up and out of society, so I can't help much. help.

Listening to Song Rin's words, Dad didn't say anything more, just holding Song Rin's hand, kneading on his thin and protruding knuckles, and after a moment of silence, he spoke in a hoarse voice.

"I stewed your favorite pork belly chicken, can I eat more of this?"

Song Rin was taken aback by his father's hoarse and begging voice. He was silent for a while, then grabbed his father's hand in the dark, and said hello emphatically.

The studio hasn't changed much, and after going up to the second floor, Song Rin didn't need to be greeted by his father. Song Rin dug out a Mazar from a pile of ore paints with ease.

I didn't pay much attention to it, and sat on it after blowing the ashes.

Dad poured the steaming pork belly chicken out of the pressure cooker, and broke open the pork belly without finely chopping it. It was like opening a treasure. The Codonopsis mushroom inside scattered, revealing the fragrant chicken.

There was no need for my father to take the initiative, Song Rin quickly served two bowls of soup.

"How is it? The stew tastes good." Dad rubbed his hands, his eyes were full of tension and anticipation.

Song Rin smacked his lips, gave a thumbs up, and praised: "It's so delicious, it's so delicious that my tongue will fall off."

Dad hehe twice, bowed his head to drink the soup contentedly, he just took a sip and thought of something, he hurriedly raised his head and pushed a few dishes in front of Song Rin.

"This is the bozai cake from Chung Kee. It is your favorite red bean and taro. This is Rong Kee's fried milk. It is still warm, and the puff pastry on the outside is not soft."

There are tens of thousands of bowl cakes and fried fresh milk in Nancheng, but Song Rin only likes Zhongji and Rongji since he was a child.Both are time-honored brands, and it's not easy to buy them. My dad doesn't know how long he has been in line.

Song Rin was moved, nodded with a smile, followed the movement of his father pushing him over, and ate several mouthfuls in succession.

Seeing Song Rin's actions, Dad felt relieved, and he stopped pushing and started eating his own.

At the dinner table, some inquiries were indispensable, but unlike the trip back to Song's house yesterday, Dad was more concerned about Song Rin's health and life.

"I'll start the job at the end of the month, why don't you take a break." Listening to Song Rin's arrangement, Dad disapproved and frowned.

Song Rin smiled wryly and shook his head: "If you're in our line of business, you won't have a job if you rest for a long time."

The situation in the translation industry has not been very good in recent years, not to mention that Song Rin is still doing direct translation. With the rise of artificial intelligence, the situation of hot spots is changing, and if he lags behind, he may be knocked out at any time.

In the past few years, Dad Song’s thangkas have become more and more famous, and he has cooperated more and more with the outside world. When dealing with him, he will also get to know the translation industry. I understand more or less.

Father Song sighed helplessly: "Then... well, anyway, you won't be as busy as you were abroad when you come back. You should pay more attention to your body and don't make me worry about it."

"That's for sure, when did I worry you so much?" Song Rin couldn't laugh or cry, "It's you, what happened to your eyes recently, have you seen a doctor?"

Not to mention [-]% of the thangka painters, nine out of ten have major eye problems, and my father has not escaped. Eye problems have occurred a few years ago, but fortunately, he went to the doctor early and nothing serious happened.

"Look, the doctor said that the recovery is pretty good. I'm still eating the bottles and cans you sent me back from Australia last time." Dad rubbed his knees, with a little pride on his brows, " But Lao Yang and the others are envious."

Seeing Dad's expression, Song Rin was both amused and helpless, and after taking a look, he continued to ask, "Then you haven't licked the pen now, have you?"

Hearing this, the smile on Dad's face froze, and he replied awkwardly: "No, no more. Didn't you let me lick it, I used water."

Hearing this, Song Rin knew that her father's habit of licking the nib of the pen while drawing thangkas hadn't changed.

In fact, I can’t blame my father. In order to draw and grasp the lines meticulously, this licking of the nib is a problem that almost every thangka painter has. It’s just that the mineral pigment on the nib is too harmful. How much is wrong.

Song Rin clicked his tongue, and was about to speak when his father robbed him of the conversation.

"Oh, look at my memory," Dad pretended to be quiet, patted his forehead exaggeratedly, and hurriedly pulled Song Rin to stand up, "Today, a new batch of turquoise just came into the studio, and the water is coming, I will give it to you." Pick a few, go, go and have a look."

Song Rin couldn't see that this was a deliberate diversion of the topic. He stared helplessly at his father for a while, but in the end he didn't say anything, and let him fool around like this.

Generally, the ore pigments that have been ground or just smashed are placed on the second floor, while the newly imported stones are placed on the first floor to be cut.

This batch of turquoise water is really good. I took a flashlight and shone into the gap, and the light came out like a green river shrouded in moonlight and fog.

Song Rin chose two pieces and wrapped them up, ready to find a skilled worker to make them into skewers.

"That's right, son." Dad found out another stone from nowhere, which had already been cut and drawn, "You can send this to your grandpa."

"What is this?" Song Rin took it, and swept the flashlight upwards, amber stripes wandered among the stones.

Dad snorted and waved his hand: "I don't really understand, I saw your grandpa play it a few years ago, and I bought it a while ago when I saw someone had it. You can send it over for me."

Although my father cut the door backwards, my grandfather didn't look down on him because of this. On the contrary, he gave him a lot of help, even if he had been divorced for so long, as long as Song Rin came over these years, my father would definitely ask him to bring some for my grandfather. thing.

Song Rin nodded, said hello, wrapped the stones without asking any further questions, and put them into the bag together with the previous two.

It’s not too early after the selection of stone materials. It’s the end of the year soon. There are many people asking for paintings to give away. Dad is also busy and can’t hold Song Rin for a drink and talk. After finishing the dishes, he takes Song Rin with him. out of the studio.

The car was parked outside the studio. Song Rin reversed the car after getting in the car, lowered the window and shouted, "Then I'll go first, Dad."

Dad hurriedly responded, walked down the steps, pressed the car window and said: "Be careful on the road, pay attention."

"Okay, I know." Song Rin nodded.

"You still have to pay attention." Dad urged again emphatically.

But after giving instructions, he didn't know what to think of again, his lips tightened suddenly, and his face showed a bit of hesitation.

Seeing his father like this, Song Rin knew that he was pretending to be silent, and according to Song Rin's understanding of his father, it was not clear that he would pretend to stay overnight, maybe what he would think.

In order to avoid troubles, Song Rin knocked on the steering wheel and said with a smile: "Let's talk about anything else. Is there anything we father and son need to hide?"

"Oh, it's nothing... just son, Dad believes that you know everything about your work, but you are not young now, you can see that Qiao Heng is not a few years older than you, and his daughter is as old as..."

Speaking of this, Dad suddenly stopped, and hurriedly corrected as if he had said something wrong: "No, Dad doesn't have any opinions on your sexual orientation, nor does he want you to get married and have children, but you are at this age. Nobody, parents worry. You..."

"Okay Dad," Song Rin's knuckles were turning white while holding the steering wheel, but he still had a flawless smile on his face, "I know it well."

Dad also knew that he shouldn't talk too much about this matter, so he pursed his lips and said something in a low voice.

After saying this, there was an embarrassing dullness between the two of them, but fortunately, Song Rin broke free from his emotions in time, and after explaining a few words to his father with a smile, he started the car and slowly submerged into the traffic from the side.

As the father's figure turned into a black spot in the rearview mirror, Song Rin's persistent smile finally shattered in the flash of light and shadow. He drove the car away from the original track and headed towards the wide and unmanned driveway .

There is no end and no destination, and Song Rin doesn't know where he will drive.He just wanted to escape from the suffocating and oppressive traffic, and enjoy the warmth that the city guarded for them in this season when winter should have come.

Warm air mixed with the aroma of kapok was blown in against the direction of the car, Song Rin took a deep breath, but the sweet aroma could not dispel the bitterness in his heart.

"You see, Qiao Heng is only a few years older than you, and his daughter is as old..."

This sentence kept echoing in Song Lin's mind, and in this sentence, the word Qiao Heng was particularly prominent, like biting Jiayun's lemon candy, which eroded the gums while souring the teeth.

That was a dream when he was young, and it is also the reality when he grows up. Qiao Heng is not a beautiful little skirt, and it is not something that Song Rin can get if he wants it.

Song Rin was a little out of breath again, he parked the car on the side of the road with trembling hands, rushed out of the car like a drowned duckweed, lit a cigarette on the dark side of the road, trying to use nicotine without drugs Wake up dopamine.

The unique aroma of caramel in Nanjing spread out in the smoke. Song Rin bit the cigarette butt, staring at the spark that ignited and dimmed with the ups and downs of her breath until she finished smoking.

The cigarette ash fell into the flower bed by the roadside, and with the nicotine entering his body, Song Rin suppressed the unwillingness and bitterness choked in his chest, gasped and stood up to disperse the smoke in front of him.

The evening wind also came to help at this time, following the traces of the wind, the world in front of Song Lin's eyes gradually became clear.

——The light board shining with light green light on the opposite side also ran into Song Rin's eyes.

cheongsam.

The lines drawn by the back of the thin golden body are like a provocative waistline.

Song Rin looked at the familiar cheongsam shop, and couldn't recover from this coincidence for a while.

He...how did he wander here?

6. Yuzi