Son of the Bone

Jiang Jue hung up the phone and looked down at the Rilakkuma lock screen on the screen for a while.

He sat next to the pure white piano and didn't make a sound for a long time.

Beside the French windows in the distance, someone was flipping through a magazine with a mask on, humming a short aria indistinctly.

There is no sense of age on her body, her skin is as smooth as the thin satin in medieval oil paintings, and there is a light and comfortable smile in her eyes.

Autumn in Paris is humid and slightly cold, and the air smells of sycamore trees.

Jiang Jue thought about it for a long time, but he still walked up to his mother and sat down very honestly, and refilled the black tea in the cup before she could open her mouth.

"Huh?" Jiang Yanzhi glanced at him, and said slowly, "Tell me, what trouble did you cause?"

Jiang Jue lowered his head, obviously stubborn in his heart, and refused to say such a thing.

The woman was not annoyed, she ironed the mask near her nose with her fingertips, and continued to flip through the magazine, letting him make things difficult for herself.

"The teacher wants to invite the parents." The boy said with difficulty: "My attendance rate is not enough."

Jiang Yanzhi's smile deepened, but he sincerely teased the usually introverted child, and slowly turned a page of the magazine without giving him any emotional information.

Jiang Jue subconsciously looked up at her, and then softly called Mom.

He didn't want to miss the performance in November because of this, but many actors couldn't arrange a good show without him, and it would delay everyone's progress.

Seeing that the yelling of mother was useless, Jiang Jue suddenly began to envy Qi Lin for being shameless when he said that he was acting like a baby, so he got up and refilled her tea.

The tea hadn't been touched at all, but a little was added forcibly, and it was almost overflowing when it was full.

This child, the older he gets, the less cute he was when he was young.

Jiang Yanzhi suppressed a smile, peeled off the mask with his fingertips, and said unhurriedly: "Come with me to see a show, Comrade Xiao Jiang."

"Mom," Jiang Jue's expression changed slightly at this moment: "There are more than 500 shows in Paris this month."

Not to mention joint oil painting exhibitions and individual exhibitions, the Louvre opened the Carrousel Hall and the Tuileries Garden just for fashion darlings to wander back and forth.

In this season, if you throw a baguette casually on Montgil Street, it is estimated that you can hit four or five designers.

"This Saturday night, you don't have to sit in the front row with me." Jiang Yanzhi looked sideways slightly, and his eyes stayed on his plain shirt for a few seconds.

"Can it be changed to something else, how about I make breakfast for you and Dad..." Jiang Jue tried to win the game: "There is also lunch and dinner."

"Your lips are bloodless, go back and pick a lipstick that brightens your complexion." The pale and slender fingers shook, obviously starting to chase away customers: "See you then."

Jiang Jue has been well protected all these years.

He doesn't have to face endless shootings with long guns and short guns, and his student status and ID information are kept strictly confidential. Even if he roams the streets, no one will link him with the names of the other two.

This is obviously the best gift the couple can give their child. They don't take him to show off in variety shows, and don't let him bear the heavy halo that he was born with. They only have to happily find their favorite career and lifestyle.

It's just that they didn't expect that the child ran back to the stage after a circle.

When he doesn't have to work on weekdays, he just likes to read a book and think quietly by himself, and doesn't attend parties or go to any noisy places.

Ms. Jiang once wondered if the child was autistic.

Right now, although I want to take him to see the show and relax, there is no need to make a big noise out of it. Naturally, I will give him the outfit of a small assistant, and sneak in like a tail to observe the various living beings.

After Jiang Jue discovered the good intentions, he cooperated much more readily.

He carefully modified the shape of his eyebrows in front of the mirror, and his skin tone and facial features were also displayed more roughly. When he walked out of the dressing room, even his walking figure naturally hunchbacked.

With a tense expression and looking around, his footsteps are frivolous and unsteady due to the intensity of work, he looks like a little follower who has been tossed a lot.

Jiang Yanzhi let his son enter his own world, took him out of the mansion, and entered the extended LIMO under the gaze of countless flashing lights.

I have to say that there are too many people trying to sneak into the show.

The Louvre has a limited space, but no matter how strict the security is, various teams and brands are trying to squeeze in people far beyond the seats.

From [-]th-line starlets to beauty brand Internet celebrities, some people came in as assistants, but they shamelessly approached various cameras, and even the photographers were dazed, and only took a few pictures subconsciously.

Jiang Jue observed people with different positions and images, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

There is a figure that seems a little too familiar...

He pressed down on the brim of his hat, and once again borrowed the time he had given Ms. Jiang to pass water, and looked sideways.

Qi!Lin!

"Are you looking at him?" Jiang Yanzhi was wearing a molten gold mermaid-tail gown, and glanced keenly along his line of sight: "The little boy's song is very nice, and it was playing in the restaurant when I was driving out for dinner yesterday. .”

It turned out to be—Qi Lin.

Moreover, they are still being interviewed by various media, and they have not been found for the time being.

Jiang Jue restrained his body's reaction of wanting to be excited, and refused to let his mother observe more clues, so he only lowered his voice and said, "I'll go talk to Uncle Yu."

"Yu Ren didn't come today." Jiang Yanzhi said slowly, "Did you see him just now?"

In Jiang Jue's mind, the little theater where Qi Lin saw their mother and child had already started playing.

As long as he turned his head around, the next four years of university would be restless—or should he just change dormitories?

"I'm going to take pictures. Use it as material." His tone became faster, and he raised his hand to tighten the strap of his backpack: "I'll be back later."

No, wait and see for yourself, Ma Ma, I will go first as a respect.

"The DSLR is at your Uncle Hu's." Jiang Yanzhi raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Use your mobile phone to take pictures?"

Jiang Jue took a pitiful look at his mother and slipped away with his big and small bags.

After 2 minutes, Qi Lin did not see Jiang Yanzhi who was surrounded by people.

There were so many and noisy people at the scene, and many domestic people came over to say hello, he couldn't handle it at all.

After holding back for a long time, Lao Fan secretly patted his back and pointed in a certain direction.

Ye Gong loves dragons, you stupid boy, haven't you seen her until now?

"Cough cough cough-"

Qi Lin was choked by the champagne, and immediately showed his trademark smile to quickly block the reporters who came up, and without saying hello to Uncle Fan, he subconsciously passed through the crowd of supermodels and stars, nodding and saying hello to various acquaintances along the way , walked quickly like an automatic answering robot, and when he was about to approach the tall and outstanding Jiang Huang, he suddenly couldn't remember what he had thought on the way, and stopped nervously.

Jiang Huang, she has changed people's stereotyped perception of female images for decades, and the classic images she interprets can fill an entire textbook!

she is alive!still laugh!

She she she is really alive!Just five or six meters away!And it doesn't look old at all, and the aura is so full that people dare not go over and talk!

It took Qi Lin a long time to digest the fact that he finally met the real person. He just stood there and drank a whole glass of champagne, then took a new glass and began to pour water nervously.

Jiang Yanzhi caught a glimpse of him standing not far away, smiled and waved.

"I've heard your song."

The emerald lining of her neck is as white as suet jade, and her voice is clear and melodious, as if she is reading a movie dialogue.

Qi Lin only felt that this way of speaking was a bit familiar, thinking that people who could act would like this, so he took a small breath and walked over with a smile.

The exchange was surprisingly smooth.

Although Jiang Huang seemed to be unworldly, he was quite approachable when chatting, and even asked him which school he studied in and how he felt in school.

Qi Lin couldn't tell whether he was like a spring breeze or a thunderbolt, but he managed to complete the conversation with the expression of his idol Taishan.

He even began to appreciate Jiang Jue for correcting him in pronunciation and enunciation, for fear that he might have a little flaw.

As the 10-minute countdown began, people gradually returned to their positions, and the noise began to weaken significantly.

It wasn't until he was about to leave that Qi Lin realized something, and said goodbye with a serious face: "I signed up for the audition of "Mermaid Song", and I will work hard to prepare."

Jiang Yanzhi was a little surprised, raised his hand and squeezed the big boy's face encouragingly.

"I am looking forward."

My idol just now - pinched my face!

Qi Lin felt smoke coming from his head until he finished the whole show.

However, once the long holiday is over, you still have to go back to school when you should go back to school, and you still have to see the head teacher when you should see the class teacher.

Qi Lin endured the fluttering feeling, and was expecting to go with Uncle Fan to apologize, but he didn't expect to see an unexpected person in the car.

"—Dad! Why are you here!"

Mr. Qi put down the financial report, blew on his beard and said, "I can't come?"

"Don't! Once you go there, people will know about our relationship!" Qi Lin panicked in an instant: "It's not like you don't know how many paparazzi are out there. I'll be on the headlines tomorrow!"

Mr. Qi skillfully put on a mask and hat and fake eyebrows: "Is it alright?!"

"No, why bother you to invite a parent," Qi Lin tried to act coquettishly with a flattering face: "Uncle Fan, help me persuade—"

Uncle Fan waved his hands with a strong desire to survive: "I'm not your relative, so I'll just drive the car downstairs, President Ha."

"Okay." Mr. President patted his son on the back: "Go, meet your old witch teacher."