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Lu Suihe glanced at Lu Sinian secretly.

Lu Sinian was very nervous and pursed his lips, not knowing what his father was calling him to do.

He looked at the other two brothers.

Lu Suihe had a blank expression on his face, and it was hard to tell what he was talking about. Lu Suihe looked curious, and it was obvious that he knew nothing. Lu Sinian followed him anxiously.

Lu Qingye led him to the backyard.

The backyard of the house is also quite large.

There are flowers and plants inside.

"I heard from your mother that your school teacher asked you to learn painting."

Lu Sinian thought it was something else, so when he heard it was this, he spoke out openly.

"The teachers at school thought I had talent in this area and wanted me to develop it. But I didn't learn it since I was a child, so I gave up after thinking about it."

"You really don't like it?" Lu Qingye looked at the child in front of him who was almost as tall as himself, "I want to hear you tell the truth."

The words that were about to come out of Lu Sinian's mouth were stuck for a moment. He had no way of saying that he didn't like it.

"Si Nian, I know what you are worried about. Your mother has also noticed it. She wanted to tell you before, but she never found a suitable opportunity. It just so happened that I came back these two days, so she asked me to come find you and talk to you."

Lu Qingye looked at the child lowering his head guiltily, frowned slightly, and subconsciously wanted to call on the boy to raise his head.

On second thought, this child is not his soldier.

"Not every child's parents expect their children to get admitted to university and work in a state-owned enterprise. Many parents want their children to pursue their own dreams."

Lu Sinian understood this sentence.

Lu Sinian looked up at Lu Qingye in astonishment: "Dad, other people learn to paint from a young age. I also learned it when I was young, but I am different from those children. I am not sure I will gain anything from this halfway mark, so after thinking about it, I decided to give up. Painting is not an easy path for me. I obviously have other easier paths to choose."

"Do you really not regret it?"

Lu Sinian thought about it and shook his head: "I don't regret it."

……

Meng Wantang was a little angry, but she controlled her temper.

Lu Qingye had finally come back, and he didn't want to get angry with him.

"I feel like your conversation with your child is like your conversation with your subordinates. You are all too rational and not romantic at all. Flowers are a very romantic thing. Every painter is a very romantic person. Although he may not necessarily become a painter, his talent in this area means that he must be such a person."

Lu Qingye: "..."

"Okay, I knew that even if you went to talk, you wouldn't be able to come up with anything. Go call the kid in, and I'll talk to him myself."

Meng Wantang was feeling very energetic after a short nap.

Lu Qingye had no choice but to get up and go out to call for help.

When Lu Sinian saw his father standing in front of him again, he was slightly stunned.

"Your mother is calling you over."

"Oh."

Lu Sinian stood up obediently.

He stood at the door and looked back at Lu Qingye, who waved his hand to let him in.

"Mom, I'm coming in." Lu Sinian said this before pushing the door open.

Lu Qingye: "..."

He now understood a little bit, why Meng Wantang was worried about this kid? If it was Lu Yunhe or Lu Suihe, the two children would definitely not be so polite.

After Lu Sinian went in, Lu Qingye closed the door.

"Come and sit every year."

Meng Wantang waved when she saw Lu Sinian coming in.

Lu Sinian sat next to him.

"mom."

"Your father has already talked to you. I believe you should know why I asked you to come here."

Meng Wantang never speaks in a roundabout way. When there is a problem, she gets straight to the point.

Avoid putting too much pressure on your children.

"Mom, I actually..."

"I know you like drawing, and I know you are very talented. I have seen you drawing before. I have also seen the pictures you drew. Your teacher actually said that you have talent, so we should not waste this talent."

Lu Sinian was slightly stunned. He didn't expect there was such a saying.

"In fact, mom should have discovered that you can draw earlier. That way, I could have cultivated you earlier. It's mom's fault that I didn't discover your talent. It was only when your teacher at school saw it that he realized you had this ability. Mom has delayed you for many years in vain."

Meng Wantang said this and let out a leisurely sigh.

Lu Sinian waved his hands and explained hurriedly: "No, no, Mom, don't think too much. I didn't like painting much before. Besides, I seldom paint."

"I know. That's why I feel so guilty."

After Meng Wantang's series of moves, the little boy Lu Sinian was completely unable to withstand it.

He even began to feel that his mother would be sad if he didn't paint.

As for whether you can make money from painting in the future, whether you can become a painter, or whether you can have a promising future, it doesn’t matter.

"You know foreigners, right? When you go abroad, you must have seen that they always like to hang some artworks in their homes. But there is nothing on the walls of our house. Mom really hopes that one day I can hang your works on the walls of my house. No matter who you are, as long as your paintings are hung there, I will feel very proud."

Lu Sinian smiled bitterly.

"Mom, I can learn painting. But I don't want to study this major."

"Why? Is it because painting doesn't make money?"

“There is one reason for this.”

"I think money shouldn't be a stumbling block for an artist on the road to success." Meng Wantang didn't take out all the bankbooks at home this time. She only took out a contract and placed it in front of Lu Sinian. "This is what your mother prepared for you. No matter what happens in the future, even if you do nothing, you will have no worries about food and clothing in this life. Not only will you have no worries about food and clothing, but your children and your wife will also not have to worry about life problems."

"Mom asked you to learn painting, not because I didn't want you to participate in the family business. Mom knows what kind of child you are better than anyone else. Although you are not my biological child, I raised you from childhood. You are no different from my biological children. But as you grew up, you became more and more distant from me. You became more and more polite."

"Niannian, what are you worried about?"

"Mom won't be disappointed in you."

"If you really want to disappoint your mother, there is only one possibility. You gave up pursuing your dreams for various reasons."

When Lu Sinian heard what Meng Wantang said, his eyes became hot and he wanted to cry.

How lucky he was to have met such a mother.

"There are many opportunities. You are still young and can try. If you really don't like painting in the future, you can still have other choices. But if you want to learn painting after entering society, you will find that it will become very difficult."

Lu Sinian took Meng Wantang's words to heart.

the next day.

The first thing Lu Sinian did after arriving at school was to go find the art teacher.

He began to learn painting from an art teacher.

Meng Wantang specially asked someone to buy paint from abroad, and provided the child with the best of everything.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Lu Qingye is leaving.

"I'll take you there."

As Meng Wantang was speaking, she stood up and was about to go out, but Lu Qingye suddenly held her down.

"What are you doing? Do you know that you are still in confinement after childbirth?"

Lu Qingye looked quite scary when he was scolding someone with a stern face.

Meng Wantang smiled, hooked her arms around his neck, and leaned over to hug him tightly.

"Of course I know. That's why I can't bear to leave. I really want to go with you."

"It won't take me a year to be back."

Lu Qingye didn't want to leave either. Who would want to leave? Adults don't have so many choices.

He has responsibilities and must leave.

"My child and I will be waiting for you to come back. If you don't come back within six months, we will go to see you."

"it is good."

Lu Qingye didn't have much stuff to begin with.

Meng Wantang had people prepare a lot of things.

"When the time comes, just go check in and you can take all these things with you."

Meng Wantang was experienced and had prepared a lot of things for Lu Qingye to take.

Lu Qingye did not reject his wife's kindness.

He turned back and kissed Meng Wantang fiercely: "Take good care of yourself during the confinement period, don't be willful, and wait for me to come back."

"Don't worry, I will be very obedient when you are not around."

Why does this sound so unbelievable?

"I am leaving."

"Ah."

Meng Wantang originally wanted to go out, but Lu Qingye wouldn't let her come out of the room at all.

Meng Wantang stood by the window and watched him leave.

I felt sad at that moment.

We have been together for so many years, but I don’t know why I feel so sad at this moment.

Lin Jing drove with a few children to personally send Lu Qingye to the airport.

After arriving at the airport, Lu Qingye flew directly south.

He arrived in Hong Kong and changed planes.

Meng Wantang can't watch TV, but can listen to the radio.

She turned on the radio, listened to the songs on the radio, and sometimes listened to other people's emotional hotlines, which she felt was quite refreshing.

Suddenly she heard a piece of news.

"At 10:00 this morning, a plane bound for City M exploded over the Pacific Ocean..."

The thing in Meng Wantang's hand fell with a bang.

"Mom, don't worry, my dad is calling."

Lu Yunhe, who has always been mature and steady, rushed in from outside like a gust of wind.

Meng Wantang was a little stunned for a moment. She stared at her son blankly and asked, "You...what did you just say to me? You said dad called?"

Lu Yunhe was also shocked when he saw the news just now.

Fortunately, the phone at home rang immediately. He answered it immediately. He felt relieved when he heard his father's voice on the phone. After his father finished explaining the whole story, he immediately went to find his mother.

Sure enough, my mother just heard the news.

"My dad just called. He didn't get on that plane."