But what love can a gold master buy?

Shen Tinglan talked for a while, only to realize Shen Dahai's strangeness, and then stopped: "Okay, I didn't go into details, so don't worry that it will be bad for us if others monitor. Anyway, I am His house is quite comfortable, my face was damaged by the wind, and they applied the medicine for me, so don't worry."

Shen Haihai heard that the person who beat his son and the one who took him in were not the same person, and the taker could provide some medicine, so he was relieved a little, but the bitterness in his heart still did not fade away: "Hey, it's dad who is useless. You have to do this housekeeping job, you wait a little longer, Dad works hard and strives to get out early."

"It's good to come out early, but don't be too tired, I can make money myself!" Shen Tinglan pretended to be relaxed, "I used to work in hotels and milk tea shops before, and recently I also helped people play games to make money !"

When Shen Dahai heard that this was the way of getting money, he couldn't help worrying—he made so much money a month, before, it was just his game console and a pair of sneakers!

But his son was happy to reassure him, and he didn't want to pour cold water on him, so he said, "How can I ask my son to give up going to college to support himself?"

"Our situation is a bit special, the general rules don't apply...and you went to work without going to college, didn't grandpa care about you?"

Shen Dahai felt that he was full of fallacies: "That's because your grandfather was very ill at the time, and he couldn't control it anymore!"

"Stop, stop, I didn't come to quarrel with you," Shen Tinglan stretched out his hand to signal them to skip this topic, "I know that in order to return to a level where I can live a good life, doing these things is not enough, so I am here today, not just thinking Take your advice."

Shen Tinglan listed several work directions discussed before, and picked up the most important part to tell Shen Dahai, but Shen Dahai shook his head repeatedly: "I don't think it's good, you should get rid of the art museum as soon as possible. It’s best to take the money and hide for a while, don’t trust anyone.”

Shen Tinglan didn't have the confidence to do these things well in the first place, but now Shen Dahai not only didn't give him any support, but also overturned all the possibilities with a stick, and he didn't hide his doubts about Wei Li, so he just Very unconvinced: "Why? Why do you say this? Tell me what's wrong!"

"Because I'm your father, I know you well enough!"

Shen Dahai shook his head, not because he thought his ideas were not good, but because he felt that he couldn't complete those ideas——Shen Tinglan was the most energetic in eating, drinking, and having fun. He usually yawned when he read a book, and played games indoors to earn some money. Forget about the money, standing on the side of the street yelling and selling goods like a little bastard, the parents of this poor and well-off family don't let their children eat, how can Shen Tinglan afford it?

Of course, Shen Dahai also understood that his son couldn't accept it for a while, so he withdrew his temper and voice after a sentence, but his tone was still decisive: "I don't have anything to ask of you, you just wait for my father to come out and that's enough."

"What is enough? I think you just want to sell your mother's art gallery!"

Shen Haihai stopped talking, but Shen Tinglan raised his voice further, "What? Don't we have to hide when you come out? Don't I have to make a detour when I see my deadly enemy? Why can't I do some small business gone?"

He was undecided at first, but this time he seemed to be determined. Hearing this, Shen Dahai felt that his son was being deceived: "You think anyone can do business, don't you? Your father has been in the business world for more than ten years. It's still a scam, you young man who can't hold two taels of sesame oil in his stomach, why don't you lose all your underpants?"

It's rare for Shen Tinglan to talk about himself like this, and he feels that he is unreasonable like never before: "I'm not gambling, why did I lose my pants?"

"Do you think I don't know that someone behind you is giving you advice? Maybe they are after you!"

"That's not true! You haven't seen it before, so don't guess!"

The two argued furiously for a while, and finally Shen Tinglan saw that the visiting time was coming to an end, so he forced himself to calm down, turned a corner and asked what he cared about: "Stop! You said let me wait for you to come out, then What can you do when you come out? Do you still have friends in this city? Do you still have available network resources? How can they help you?"

"Don't try to ask anything from your father." Shen Dahai resumed his fatherly tone, but his attitude was still firm, "It's life-saving news, I won't tell you."

Shen Tinglan lowered her head and stopped talking.

The silence lasted for a while, Shen Dahai approached him, wanting to say a few words to ease the atmosphere, but saw some teardrops on his son's long eyelashes.

Shen Tinglan was thinking about his way out two days ago, but he didn't sleep well. He sat in this closed room for a long time, wanting to yawn him a dozen times, and this just gave him a little convenience to exert tricks on Shen Haihai—— This is a trick he learned from a certain girlfriend, and he just used it on Wei Li a few days ago, and the effect is outstanding.

Sure enough, Shen Dahai quickly defended himself: "It's not that Dad doesn't trust you, but you're still a child..."

Shen Tinglan turned her face away, and remained silent for a while.

As he had expected, Shen Hai let out a long sigh, and softened his tone: "Hey, you kid, how can you ignore Dad? Dad is doing it for your own good."

Shen Tinglan blinked his eyes vigorously, trying to hang the tears on his eyelashes, and when they were almost there, he turned his head: "For my own good? You are thinking of saving your life inside, and your son is about to die twice when I go outside." Yes! For the first time, the Yan family sent people to set fire to the Art Museum, and I was sleeping in the office at that time!"

Shen Dahai had never heard him report his worries, and he wished he could break the glass and put his head next to his son to understand: "What?"

"It's more than that..." Shen Tinglan added fuel to the fire, "To tell you the truth, the wound on my face was not caused by the wind, it was beaten by Yan Jie a few days ago, if it wasn't for my friend's younger brother passing by To clear the siege, I'm afraid I'll just...just..."

As for what, Shen Tinglan didn't go on, leaving it to Shen Dahai to imagine.

Sure enough, Shen Dahai was so angry that he couldn't control it: "Strictly only this old bastard! When I go out, I will definitely take off his green cloud-covered head and kick it as a ball!"

Because he couldn't go out for the time being, he vented his anger by swearing a few foul words, and then said to Shen Tinglan: "Son, if you are afraid, go and burn incense sticks for your mother and clean up."

Shen Tinglan was just about to say what kind of way to solve the fear, when Shen Dahai clamped the phone receiver between his shoulders and head, stretched out one hand as a drawing board, and made a few gestures for Shen Tinglan with his back to the monitoring position: "See clearly?"

Shen Tinglan nodded and showed him with her mouth.

"I did him a favor back then, and he probably would give you a favor. But he's not in this city, so you can ask yourself." Shen Dahai put down his hand and grabbed the receiver again, "Only two What you need to pay attention to is, don't cause trouble for him, show your own value more, so that you can probably last until I come out."

Shen Tinglan nodded again, this time with a very solemn attitude: "Don't worry, I have my sense of proportion."

"En." Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Shen Dahai finally felt a little relieved in his heart.

"However, what did you say about Yan Jie's father's green cloud?"

Shen Dahai looked up again, and there was a trace of gossip in Shen Tinglan's firm eyes.

"Hey, you kid."

"Tell me, so I can count as a handle on the Yan family."

"Okay, but don't use this trick casually." Although Shen Dahai doubted his motives, but seeing that what he said was reasonable, he still told him, "Strict Wei is not at peace with his wife. , after giving birth to two children, his wife always went to other people's houses to play, and then suddenly became pregnant again, do you think Yan Jie is Yan Yan's only child?"

"Is this just a guess?"

Shen Dahai waved his hand: "You don't understand. You can't deceive people about genes. Like you, your skin is as white as your mother, and as smart as your father and me. You can see that he is the cub of our husband and wife, but Yan Jie is different." , the only thing he looks like is strict, but he looks a lot like a younger brother of his mother's friend, even his head is as stupid, and he hasn't inherited the true qualities of an old fox."

Shen Tinglan listened with gusto, feeling that it was the case, and just about to ask a few more questions, the prison guard mercilessly opened the door and walked in: "The visiting time is over, you can go."

Shen Tinglan took a deep breath, hung up the phone and watched as Shen Dahai was escorted back to his room.

When taking a bath at night, Shen Tinglan rubbed Wei Li's back while chatting with him about Shen Dahai's attitude.

"Although I know he is doing it for my own good, he always asks me to sell that art gallery. I don't know if he cares about my mother, and he doesn't usually go to the memorial hall. But he is completely Don't care, he hasn't found a stepmother for me for so many years, and he still wants me to get a good college diploma in the name of my mother... hey..."

As Shen Tinglan spoke, the movement of wiping his back slowed down.

Listening to his confused and frustrated breathing, Wei Li turned around after thinking for a moment, and grabbed his hand wrapped in a bath towel:

"I don't know your father well, but if it were me, I might let you sell it."

Standing in the foggy shower room, Shen Tinglan stretched out his arms and hugged Wei Li's waist, deeply reflecting him into his eyes: "Why?"

"When you reach my age, you will know that the people around you are the most precious. Be it money or souvenirs, none of them are precious to anyone."

Shen Tinglan blinked his eyes slightly wet, he didn't know if he was sad because he didn't want to leave the art museum, or because he was moved by these words: "Am I precious?"

"Ah."

"Really?"

Wei Li looked at his slightly trembling eyebrows, bowed his head and kissed him, as an answer - in the past two days, under Shen Tinglan's request, he was very used to making him happy like this.

[The author has something to say: Xiao Shen: Happy! ! ! 】