I’m a Director, I’m Not Bad

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  Chapter 44 044. Night Talk Part 2

  Xu Xin doesn't have the idea of ​​"my father will leave me alone and let my brother inherit the family property".

   Not so.

   It's just that he was puzzled... Although Dad sent himself out to study before, in the final analysis, he still wants to return to Shenmu.

  But now these words...

  Seeing that the old Chinese had a serious heart, he looked at him and said:

   "Our family drips coal, sooner or later we finish digging and drip it for a day."

   "..."

  Xu Xin didn't know what to say.

  Just put down the chopsticks, quietly waiting for Dad's next sentence.

   "Sooner or later. Dad used to want Ni to come back, and he seemed worried, afraid that Ni would be bad. But now he is not afraid, it is the first time that Diwa grows up to like something so much...actually like your mother."

   "..."

  Xu Xin's heart trembled.

   At a glance, I saw Dad's eyes that were gradually turning red.

Then…

   is just a sigh.

"well."

   Flicked the cigarette ash, the middle-aged man shook his head:

   "Your mother can paint, and her dream is to become an artist. You are like her, especially like... Huh."

   I drank another cup of wine.

  Actually, Xu Xin rarely listens to his father talking about his mother. Because when I was a child, every time I asked about my mother, my father would always lose his temper. He would either be beaten, or he would not allow him to ask with a cold face. Therefore, he heard many things from Xu Miao.

  But Xu Xin never doubted his father's love for his mother.

  Because he grew up, in some festivals, he has seen more than one scene where his father hugged his mother's photo and cried.

  So, when he heard his father mention his mother on his own initiative today, he didn't know what to say for a while.

  As for Xu Daqiang...

   After drinking this glass of wine, it seems that I don't want to talk anymore.

  So he shook his head:

   "Speaking of which, Dad actually feels that Sanshui is the one he owes the most."

   "..."

  Xu Xin didn't ask about his mother, but just asked:

   "Why?"

   "Because Dad is looking for someone to take over~ Do you know what Sanshui's dream is?"

"Know…"

  Xu Xin nodded:

   "On the railway, to be a train driver... When I was a child, my brother said more than once that he wanted to be a train driver, and when Shenmu built the railway, he would be the first person to drive the train back."

"yes…"

  Xu Daqiang seemed to want to laugh, but he couldn't do it. In the end, he just stubbed out the cigarette:

   "But the family business is inseparable from people. How old were you at that time? Only he can come."

   "My brother is doing very well now..."

   "Of course, very good!"

   Xu Daqiang nodded without his son saying anything:

   "I just... feel that I owe your brother. But who made him a brother."

   "..."

  Xu Xin was speechless.

  Because he knew that it was the sacrifice of his eldest brother that made his father say that he would not let him go back, but to pursue art outside.

  At this time, he heard a sentence:

"Sanjin, Dad doesn't have much ability... That's why Sanshui has to come back to help Dad. Dad feels uncomfortable, feeling that he has destroyed Sanshui's dream... a dream that can't be bought with money. So... Dad can't ruin your dream anymore ... work hard here, be an artist. Your mother down here will be happy if she knows it, you know?"

   "...well, got it, Dad."

   Nothing serious.

  Xu Xin just picked up the bowl again, nodded, and agreed in the most flat tone.

   While cooking rice.

   Seeing him gobbling it up, Xu Daqiang also picked up the bowl and said:

   "Ah, eat fast, eat slowly... Do you like to eat fish with noodles?"

"Um!"

  Xu Xin nodded:

   "Dad's dripping noodles are the best, just like when I was a child."

"…hey-hey."

  What his son said made the smile on Xu Daqiang's face like a blooming flower.

   "Then eat more, eat slowly, if it's not enough, Dad will feed you~"

"Um."

  Following his promise, Xu Daqiang also picked up his chopsticks, took a bite of scrambled eggs, and took another sip of wine with his glass.

  …

  The meal of the father and son ended simply.

   After it was over, Xu Xin didn't go to the gym. Instead, he boiled water, made tea, and continued chatting with his father.

   Take good care of Xu Daqiang.

  The chat between the father and son was varied, no, the conversation was rushing, and suddenly they talked about something that Xu Daqiang came to Yanjing to do this time.

   "Do you still remember the one who was arrested in Hongjiannao, dad's brother who is doing his best?"

"Well…"

  Xu Xin thought for a while, then nodded:

   "Many years."

  Dad had several sworn brothers who were in the arena at that time.

  No way, this kind of brother was needed at that time to be able to hang out on the road and ensure that others would not make trouble.

  As for the person my father mentioned, Xu Xin has forgotten his name, and only remembers that his surname is Chang.

  Because of murder, he was caught in prison and sentenced to life.

   But what exactly happened, Xu Xin really didn't know.

  After all... At that time, from the current point of view, it was really a bit chaotic.

  The so-called troublemakers in the backcountry are really true.

   Don't say mine is not mine.

  There is a lack of water in northern Shaanxi. Sometimes two families clash over a well because of watering the crops. In the end, it can turn into a fight between two villages, or even two local surnames.

   To be more exaggerated, Xu Xin saw with his own eyes two traffickers who came here to traffic women were caught by people from other villages, chopped off their hands, and were taken away by the police with their teeth in the plastic bags containing their hands.

  The **** scene gave him nightmares for several days.

  So, Xu Xin asked:

   "What's wrong?"

   "Dad came this time and went to see him once."

   "...he was imprisoned in Yanjing?"

   "Well, your uncle Liu's nephew, brother-in-law and brother-in-law are here as guards, so you can take care of them inside."

   "Oh~"

  Xu Xin nodded, then asked curiously:

   "Why?"

  Hearing this, Xu Daqiang sneered disdainfully:

   "Money is crazy."

   "Offended someone?"

"No, I drove down the mine and killed a shepherd boy. You said you hit someone, so call the police. When someone comes, they ask for money, and they want to give it to Sarah. Wouldn't it be good to pay compensation? He No, he and his brother-in-law rolled up the child and dragged it up the mountain to bury it... But on the third day of the accident, the mountain had to be cleared, and two forklifts dug it out.

   When a man died, he came over and did some economic investigation, and finally found the car and arrested his brother-in-law. His brother-in-law confessed him directly. Hit and run plus various charges, sentenced to life. He is just too crazy, there is rain when there is madness in the sky, and disaster when people are crazy. Originally, the nearby people who got him because of the mining were holding back their energy to get him, but after this accident, the people in the village worked together to get him an indefinite...

  Two days ago, Dad went to see him... This man is finished. well…"

   "..."

  Xu Xin fell into silence at some point and frowned.

  Killing people...Hit and run...Children...Mine disaster...

   It was just a chat, but seeing his son not answering, Xu Daqiang turned his head and glanced at him...

  Seeing his son frowning, he asked puzzledly:

   "What's the matter?"

  Unexpectedly, just after asking, Xu Xin stood up abruptly:

   "Dad, you should go to bed earlier, here comes the inspiration... I need to make a story!"

   After speaking, he left the glass room and went straight to the study.

"Well…"

  Through the window, I looked at my son who was sitting in front of the computer and lit a cigarette, and then suddenly hit the computer.

  Xu Daqiang was stunned for a while, but immediately showed an extremely gratified smile.

  Puffed out the cigarette, drank the tea, walked to the door of the conservatory and turned off the light.

   Then, with quiet steps, he walked back to his bedroom.

  Baby is making art.

   Lower your voice.

  (end of this chapter)

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