Everyday heroes

Chapter 425
Early in the morning, the video was uploaded.

It may take another half a day to pass the review.

There is no way to do this, even if it is him, there is no special review channel, so he has to queue up obediently.

He left the room, walked to the balcony for a walk, and put away the clothes hanging out by the way.

Originally, he was scheduled to leave for Shanghai this morning, but a phone call at home last night forced him to change his Golden Week plan.

Guan Lang glanced at the time, it was 9:05 in the morning.

The car should be here soon.

Just as he was thinking, the phone rang, and it was Guan Ma's call he was waiting for.

"Hey, Mom. Where have you been? You're already downstairs. Please wait a moment. I'm going down now."

Guan Lang put on his slippers and went downstairs in a hurry.

"elder brother!"

As soon as he got out of the elevator, he saw the petite figure of Guan Xiaomei.

She is wearing a large black dress today, covering her small body, and a pair of small pink leather shoes on her feet, very cute.

"Xiaoying, come and hug me."

Guan Lang gently picked her up and weighed her in his arms.

"It seems to be a little fatter, haha."

Guan Xiaomei buried her head in his clothes, clenched her small hands into fists and beat lightly.

"Pain! Pain!" Guan Lang squeezed his nose and eyes, pretending to be in pain.

Hearing what he said, Guan Xiaomei immediately stopped her soft fist.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo...

"Haha." Guan Lang chuckled, pinched her chubby cheeks, and looked up at Guan's father and mother in front of him.

"Mom and Dad, your flight should not be that late, why don't you go up and sit for a while."

"It's okay, the plane at [-]:[-] p.m. has some time. It just so happens that you haven't been to the place where you live in Tiannan." Guan Ma nodded, looking at the two brothers and sisters who were close, with smiles in their eyes.

"The original plan was that your mother and I would take your younger sister to Russia and Mao for a few days of travel. I just happened to have a business to discuss, but I didn't expect this girl to be unwilling to go. She insisted on clamoring to come and play with you." Papa Guan sighed With a sigh, he shook his head and said.

Sometimes he also doesn't understand why his little padded jacket is so clingy to his brother, is it because of the generation gap?

"It's okay, it's good to come to my place. I miss my little sister too, and I can take her out to play during the National Day holiday. Dad, you can also focus more when you go out to work." Guan Lang patted Guan Xiaomei's head and smiled.

"That's right." Guan Xiaomei didn't know if she listened carefully to the conversation between the three of them, she just kept nodding her head, like a chicken pecking at rice.

The three of them laughed knowingly in the elevator.

When the elevator reached the floor, Guan Lang hugged Guan Xiaomei and led his parents into the house.

"Son, do you have spare slippers that you can change?"

"It's okay, you don't need to change your shoes, I'll just drag them around later."

into the living room.

The spotless wooden floor is warmed by the morning light coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the bright light-colored sofa is clean and bright.

Snacks and fruit bowls are neatly placed on the small square low table. The shelves on the wall are at different heights, and some greenery and books are dotted here and there.

Next to the TV wall are several oil paintings and watercolors that he had framed before.

The layout looks tidy, warm and cultural.

"Wow! Is this our new home? It's so beautiful." With bare feet, Guan Xiaomei pushed her Minion suitcase and stepped on the floor quickly, her tone full of excitement.

Guan Lang didn't know how to answer, so he nodded with a smile. "You will stay with your brother these days."

"It's so clean, you don't know we're coming and you cleaned it in advance, right?" Mama Guan looked around and asked with a smile.

"No way, it's always like this." Guan Lang felt aggrieved.

What my mother asked was a huge doubt about his personal hygiene, obviously he used to love cleanliness.
"Not bad." Guan Dad sat on the sofa, patted the armrest, and praised.

He didn't expect Guan Lang's apartment to be so well-maintained, and it felt more comfortable and pleasant than the layout of the villa at home, especially the books and paintings hanging on the wall made him very satisfied, adding a little more to the bright and bright furniture arrangement The aroma of books.

"Did you draw the pictures on the wall yourself?" Papa Guan asked curiously. "It looks good."

"Ah, those were drawn by me, but they were all made a year ago." Guan Lang nodded shyly.

In Dad Guan's eyes, these paintings are already very good, but in his current view, they are solid black history.

The technique is childishly naive, and the faint coloring spirituality in the brush and ink will not make the work a worthless piece of paper.

Perhaps it was framed on the wall for too long, so long that he was used to seeing it, but without Dad Guan saying anything, he didn't even notice that something was wrong, and hung the black history in the living room in a grandiose manner for half a year.

No, I have time to draw some eye-catching pictures when I have time, and frame them to replace these previous works.

Dad Guan didn't realize the embarrassed expression on Guan Lang's face, he stood up, walked closer to the picture frame, looked at it carefully, and said in admiration.

"It's really good. Do you have many paintings like this? Next time you bring two paintings home, the wall at home is just missing some decorations."

"Okay, I will draw a few more next week. These are all previous practice works, and my level has improved a lot now."

Dad Guan stared at the watercolor painting of distant mountains on the wall, and then turned his head to look at the familiar yet unfamiliar face standing beside him.

A little bit of his youthful appearance can be vaguely seen in the tough face.

What makes people tremble the most is the nimble, firm and confident light shining in the dark eyes, as if there are countless creative power and vitality surging.

I don't know when, the son who dragged his suitcase and left the house in a daze had faded away and was able to take charge of himself.

For a moment, he had mixed feelings.

Proud and proud, but also a little bit guilty.

It seems that I know too little about my son.

Whether it's the paintings on the walls, or the tens of millions of copyright proceeds that have shocked the family recently.

"In the future, just let go and do the career you want. If you don't have enough money, you can ask me for it. Your father and I have worked hard for so many years, and I still have some savings." Guan Dad patted Guan Lang's face with some relief. Shoulder.

"Hold on, the card is the 300 million you sent to the family a few days ago, and I added another 700 million to make it up. The family does not lack this money. But you, if you have time, you can register and form a company. Now that you are ready to make a living from this, let's do it well." Father Guan stuffed the bank card into Guan Lang's hand, and he couldn't refuse it.

"If you don't understand the process of forming a company, I'll find someone to help you later."

Although Dad Guan's career has nothing to do with animation, as a self-made billionaire in the industry, his network should not be underestimated.

(End of this chapter)