Rarely affectionate

For the first time in his life, Yuan Cheng voluntarily walked into the door of the museum without the need to attend any ribbon-cutting, celebrations or formal occasions.

This is not because Yuan Cheng thinks the art museum is such a good date place, but mainly because his deepest impression of his youngest son is that he is holding a plate of paint, holding a paintbrush, sitting sideways in front of a pair of oil paintings , Elegant demeanor and serene expression - that is really the most suitable image for Lang Bai.

Of course, Lang Bai is also very suitable for playing the piano, but sitting quietly in the concert for a few hours will really kill Yuan Cheng.

There are not many tourists in the art gallery, the marble floor is clean and shiny, and you can't see the end at a glance. The white stone pillars carved with exquisite reliefs extend to the high ceiling. As long as you look up, you can see the huge portrait above your head.The legion of angels flapped their plump, snow-white wings, and the statue stood in the middle of their line of sight, looking down at the ground with an undeniable sense of oppression, making people feel the astonishing authority rushing towards them as soon as they looked up.

Yuan Cheng obviously had no interest in these famous paintings and sculptures in the history of modern art, he just looked around casually like a horse on a horse, and then turned to look for Lang Bai - asking him to accompany Lang Bai to see it is also for him Suffering, can Lang Bai be in Hong En?Staring silently in front of Miro's sculpture for half an hour, Yuan Cheng thought he fell asleep standing up at first!

"Abai?" Yuan Cheng was really startled, because he saw his youngest son standing in front of a portrait of a nude woman, facing five nude women with strange shapes in the painting, his eyes were intoxicated and his face was solemn!Let alone guns and shells, even if a desert eagle made of pure gold is placed in front of his eyes, he would never expect to get such pious eyes from him!

"...What's so interesting about this?" Yuan Cheng supported Lang Bai's shoulders, looked at the naked women for a while, and then forced himself to ask a question without shame.

"Look at their eyes, the eyes of those girls... and the unique geometric three-dimensional technique, which makes people feel a strong visual shock immediately!"

It is rare for Lang Bai to praise something in such a warm tone: "Especially the peculiar squatting posture of the last girl! The painter endowed her with a strong African flavor of wildness, and at the same time used complex colors and lines to make her folded posture all-round and comprehensive. The expression of the angle is in the flat canvas! Such an aggressive impact, no wonder it was strongly criticized by all walks of life at that time..."

Yuan Cheng stared at the naked woman with bold posture and legs wide open, his whole body was almost stiff, thinking that this painting would of course be criticized by the society, if he openly painted a few naked women and published it to the public, he would not be criticized Strange!

"It's really the originator of the three-dimensional technique of modern oil painting!"

The corner of Yuan Cheng's mouth twitched: "...Ah Bai, this is just a naked girl."

"Yes, it's a nude!" Lang Bai smiled contemptuously, "But, this is a nude painted by Picasso!"

The expression on his face seemed to be lamenting Yuan Cheng's ignorance, full of sympathy, pity and a little irony... Not only was the corner of Yuan Cheng's mouth twitching, even the veins on his forehead began to twitch.

Yes, he could see that Lang Bai would definitely spend all his money to buy this painting!But he would never buy it for his youngest son!Even if the art museum is willing to sell, he will never buy back the five nude statues and hang them on the bedside of his youngest son!

Even if this painting was painted by Picasso-you know, "The Girl of Avignon" was painted by Picasso in a brothel!

Yuan Cheng finally had serious doubts about the so-called "elegant and noble" painting art.

After spending a whole afternoon in the art gallery, Yuan Cheng decided that the next time he went out on a date, he would rather listen to the piano than visit the art gallery.

Lang Bai was rarely in high spirits, and even walked back and forth in the art gallery and stood for hours without feeling tired at all.When he came out, he seemed to be in a very good mood, he turned his head and asked Yuan Cheng: "Father, shall we go have dinner?"

Yuan Cheng was taken aback for a moment, staring at his youngest son for a long time, before saying, "...OK."

In the past few years, this was the first time he heard his younger son take the initiative to invite him to have dinner with him.

The boring torture of this afternoon in the art gallery seems to be extremely worthwhile at this time - even greatly worth the money.

Having learned the lesson from noon, Yuan Cheng seriously chose a high-end French restaurant. You must know that although he doesn't like things like snail salad and cream soup, French restaurants are good places to have candlelight dinners.Under the romantic and tender candlelight, the warm and fragrant nephrite is close at hand... Just thinking about it is enough to make a man excited.

The so-called beauty under the candlelight, Lang Bai itself is quite exquisite in appearance, not to mention the dim and ambiguous light, the eyes are flowing, the laughter is full of laughter, it can make people drown in the dark and ecstasy atmosphere...

So, 10 minutes later, when Yuan Cheng was standing at the noisy and crowded front desk of KFC, he really wanted to call someone to dispatch a fighter plane and bombard this KFC directly.

"A family bucket, a large bottle of Coke, and two extra spicy chicken nuggets. Oh, give us two cups, thank you... Oh, wait a minute."

Lang Bai closed the wallet, turned his head politely and gently, "Dad, can you pay the bill?"

Yuan Cheng was silent for a long time under the earnest gaze of his youngest son, then silently stuffed the credit card back into his pocket, and paid the bill in cash instead of asking for change.

As a giant in the arms industry with close ties to the government, every credit card transfer by Yuan Cheng will be tabulated and appear on the file table of the relevant intelligence department—he doesn’t want those top agents to think that he likes to eat KFC fried chicken .

Too cheap!After all, I can be regarded as a hall-level terrorist!

"Every father has brought his children to KFC." Lang Bai sat on the plastic bench in the fast food restaurant, sucking his Coke with ice, and slowly eating his extremely spicy chicken nuggets, "Although from the name As far as I'm concerned, you're just my—well, adoptive father."

For the first time in Yuan Chengping's life, he didn't get angry at the word adoptive father. Instead, he sat silently by the table, enduring the unscrupulous pushing and screaming of a few ghost children around him.They chased each other, groping around with their oily hands, laughing and rubbing oil on the tabletop, bench, and Yuan Cheng's suit pants...

Lang Bai pushed the glistening chicken wings in front of his father, staring at him with a half-smile: "Eat, Dad. Don't you like to have dinner with me?"

His seemingly tender gesture was actually very good-looking, Yuan Cheng only resisted for a second before surrendering, and then stuffed the chicken wing, including the meat and bones, into his mouth.

"So you had lunch together, went to the art exhibition, and now you've had dinner? What's next? What's next?"

Standing in the bathroom, Yuan Cheng could see through the mirror that the underworld godfather's face was so ferocious that it could scare a three-year-old into tears: "The next event? I don't know, Qiao Qiao. But I guarantee that if you accept If the rest of the activity is going to diners and humiliating, seeing naked women, eating junk food, you'll never see the sun tomorrow morning again!"

Teeth chattering voice came from the phone immediately: "No, no, no, no, I, I, I, I swear, the little boy must have been moved by your affection, otherwise why would he take the initiative to invite you to dinner? , and asked you to pay the bill? What a sweet thing for a father to eat KFC with his children!"

Yuan Cheng's face darkened completely: "Then shall we go to McDonald's next?"

"No, no, how could it be?" Qiao Qiao came up with an idea, "--that's right! Watch a movie! Watch a movie!!"

"……what?"

"Let's go to the movies together!" Qiao Qiao was excited, "In the dark movie theater where you can't reach your fingers, the ancient and loyal love on the screen, the mottled and intertwined time, the fate that makes people cry, and the sad ending... The movie theater is a sacred place to cultivate feelings! The little boy is gentle and gentle, a sad movie will definitely move him, maybe even make him cry! I will call now to book movie tickets for you!"

"Why would I make him cry?" Yuan Cheng was very dissatisfied, "I've been doing my best to make him laugh."

But Qiao Qiao is a woman, especially a woman who was pursued a lot when she was a student—in fact, she is still admired by many men, it’s just that Yuan Cheng doesn’t bother to pay attention to her. How to pursue a lover is much smarter than Yuan Cheng.

In the end, Yuan Cheng failed to refuse the temptation of the dark movie theater, and asked Qiao Qiao to help him book a ticket for the nearest time slot at a nearby movie theater.

Lang Bai obviously disapproved of places like movie theaters, and he was already planning to go home and go to bed with his extremely strict living habits.But Yuan Cheng insisted on not going to sleep directly after dinner, and using his father's power, he ordered his youngest son to accompany him to the cinema, just in time for the opening scene.

After a sad day, Yuan Cheng finally ushered in the first ray of hope. It just so happened that the old classic love movie "Broken Blue Bridge" was shown in the cinema that day.

There is nothing more tear-jerking than this, nothing more tragic than this, and most importantly, nothing more expressive of love than this!

Qiao Qiao, you finally did a good deed!You bought yourself the chance to see the sun tomorrow morning!

Although Yuan Cheng is not very interested in all artistic things, he has heard of such an epic love movie as "Broken Soul", thanks to his former movie star mistress.As for Lang Bai, he is not very interested in movies. He has only heard the name of this movie, and he doesn't know much about the plot.

They were sitting in the back row of the movie theater. There were not many people at this time. Except for the changing light on the screen, the surroundings were so dark that they couldn't see anything.Less than half an hour after the opening, the couple sitting in front of them couldn't help but stick together—the little girl was crying like rain, and her little boyfriend took the opportunity to eat tofu while coaxing her. People kissed like no one else and formed a ball.

At such a close distance, even the sound of slobbering between the young couple could be heard slightly.Lang Bai obviously became extremely unnatural, he sat stiffly on the chair, staring straight at the big screen; Yuan Cheng carefully looked at his face, and found that he was clenching his teeth tightly, apparently trying to restrain himself.

If he had men by his side now, someone would definitely throw this young couple out of the cinema gate.But it was a pity that there was no one around except Yuan Cheng, and he was afraid that if he moved a little, his father would immediately do something that would make him feel ashamed.

Yuan Cheng smiled slightly.

Instead of scaring the already nervous child, he gently covered the back of Lang Bai's hand with his hand.

This simple movement already made Lang Bai's muscles tense, and he jumped up almost immediately.

"Don't be afraid." Yuan Cheng gently pressed his youngest son's ear and said, "If you don't make a sound, no one will pay attention to you."

Lang Bai immediately wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held tightly by Yuan Cheng: "Just speak out, I'm not afraid of being said that Yuan Cheng molested his adopted son in the movie theater, you want to try it ?”

His voice was very deep, with the magnetism unique to mature men, and at the same time, it was terrifyingly evil: "——It's just an adopted son anyway, and you were born so well, how many people outside said that I adopted you with ulterior motives, you don't know about it? "

For a moment, Lang Bai almost stiffened his whole body, and after a long time, he slowly relaxed his body bit by bit, without saying a word.

Yuan Cheng turned his gaze to look at Lang Bai's face through the light on the big screen.Unexpectedly, Lang Bai was trembling slightly, his teeth clenched tightly, as if because of uncontrollable fright, even his long eyelashes were trembling hastily, it looked like water and light, which made people whole My heart sank.

Yuan Cheng stared at him silently for a while, then slowly let go of his hand, and gently stroked the back of Lang Bai's hand as if to comfort him.

This simple and forbearing movement continued for a long time before Lang Bai heaved a sigh of relief, his body was no longer so tense, and his face was no longer so pale.

"Father is not always so scary," Yuan Cheng laughed in a low voice, although Lang Bai immediately turned his head to stare at him vigilantly as soon as he heard his voice.

"Relax. The plot has just begun. It's your first time watching a romance movie."

After a while, Lang Bai finally said "hmm".

"This movie is quite classic. That Mara saw the news of Roy's sacrifice in the newspaper, but he didn't actually die... Of course, what's the point of watching a romantic movie if the leading actor is dead?"

The plot Yuan Cheng mentioned was just let go, but he knew that Lang Bai didn't watch it at all just now, his mind was completely focused on his caught hand, and he probably didn't pay attention to what happened on the big screen .

War broke out.Ma La was expelled from the theater troupe because of her marriage, and lived in poverty.Losing her lover and income, this woman quickly became desperate. Forced to make ends meet, she had to become a prostitute...

Lang Bai's face was slightly ugly, but the expression was so subtle that Yuan Cheng didn't notice it.

Soon the war ended, and the prisoners of war returned home one after another. Unexpectedly, Mara met Roy at the station!It turned out that he did not die, but was released and returned home along with the prisoners of war.Roy was very happy to see his lover again, and took Laura to his country house to marry her, but Ma La was full of worries and worries.Facing the noble and elegant upper class, the humiliation of being a prostitute and the guilt of facing her lover tortured this poor woman into madness...

When he saw this, Lang Bai's face was already ugly.If Yuan Cheng paid more attention, he would find that his hands were trembling slightly, but it was not because of fright, but because of unspeakable anger.

Finally came the classic and tragic moment.Knowing that she would not be accepted by the upper class after all as a prostitute, Ma La left Roy and came to Waterloo Bridge alone.A military vehicle drove up from the darkness, and Mara took the initiative to meet her and ended her life...

Before the camera was finished, all of a sudden there was a loud bang from the seat next to me!Yuan Cheng was taken aback, seeing Lang Bai get up angrily, and walk away without even turning his head.

Yuan Cheng got up and chased after him, and he caught up with his youngest son when he was outside the cinema: "Ah Bai!"

Lang Bai strode forward, ignoring his father.

"What's wrong with you?" Yuan Cheng grabbed him and forcibly turned his face away.Fortunately, there were not many people on the street in the middle of the night, otherwise, looking at Lang Bai's eyes at this moment, he would probably feel shuddering and creepy.

Lang Bai swung Yuan Cheng's hand away, and the movement was unexpectedly violent.His angry expression made Yuan Cheng puzzled - except for the outburst in the Happy Valley apartment two years ago, this forbearable and docile young son had never shown such obvious anger.

No, it wasn't just anger, it was simply hatred.

"Father," Lang Bai stared at Yuan Cheng coldly, and forced out a voice through his teeth: "What do you mean by letting me see this kind of thing?!"