because i'm pretty

Talking too much can easily become a flag, this time Yuan Zhiming broke his promise again.

On Thursday, the nurse called and said that Yuan Songqing had coughed up two mouthfuls of blood. The hemoptysis could be big or small. The problem was that he was so angry.

Li Yikai took him out to talk: "Is it serious? What kind of disease is it? The case and examination report I asked you to ask..."

"No", Yuan Zhiming shook his head: "It's not just a disease, it's a relative in my family... It's quite messy, I can't explain clearly."

Li Yikai has never heard him talk about other relatives, and it seems that he only said that friends and students came to visit during the Chinese New Year.

"My father refused to tell me that the nurse was secretly calling me because he was afraid of accidents, but he couldn't explain clearly." Yuan Zhiming was really confused and anxious. He didn't expect his cousin and aunt to come to him again. , I don't know what it was for this time, and why Yuan Songqing became so angry.

"I'm sorry, these things are my dad's heart knot, I'm worried about him..."

"It should be." Li Yikai looked at his watch: "You can go back in the afternoon and hand over the documents to Sister Dong. Don't worry about the finishing work. I'm still here."

There are still some adjustments left in the finishing work, which are not critical issues. Yuan Zhiming doesn't worry about this. He sits on the train and thinks about his own exhibition.

After Xue Ming heard about it, his tone was not very good: "If it's not an urgent matter, it's better for you to come back in person, and I have to see the lighting layout of the booth."

Yuan Zhiming had no skills at all. After thinking about it, he said: "I have already proofed the ice sculpture once, and you have seen it. The rest is just manual adjustment. Master Song is better than me. I will ask friends to send other accessories. If I can't come back, He will have a video connection with me... yes, I will also go to the exhibition with Master Song."

Xue Ming also couldn't find a problem. The exhibition does not necessarily mean that the artist himself will appear on the stage, but: "This is a charity exhibition of the Orange Foundation, and the opening day is a good opportunity for exposure..."

Not only the exposure, but also the same scene with Zhao Kaisi, Yuan Zhiming was quietly happy for a long time after learning about it, he even thought about how to "encounter" Li Yikai, and then brought him in front of his work, and told him the meaning of this ice sculpture .

But there are always priorities in life.Yuan Zhiming will have many exhibitions in the future, and will spend a lot of time with Li Yikai, and if something happens to Yuan Songqing, there will never be a chance to do it again.

Xue Ming couldn't resist, and finally said: "Remember to change the size."

"Well, I have already modified the model, and I will notify the master immediately," Yuan Zhiming said, "I'm sorry, Teacher Xue."

Before the official contract was signed, Xue Ming was willing to help contact the exhibition. He was very grateful for this favor, but now was not the time to repay the favor.

The network signal on the high-speed rail was poor, so Yuan Zhiming didn't dare to delay, so he directly called.

The young apprentice who picked him up said that the master was busy.

Yuan Zhiming asked: "Can Master Song spare time to pick it up? I'm a little anxious."

"You are, Mu Jia-Yuan Zhiming?" the apprentice asked.

"Yes, it's me."

"Then tell me directly, I am also your assistant," the apprentice said, "The master can't be interrupted when he is cutting. I will tell him when he comes down."

There was a new call in the phone, and Yuan Zhiming was afraid of chaos when there were too many things, so he hung up the new one first, and then he could deal with the next one after finishing this end—"Okay, please tell Master Song, hug that one The ice sculpture still needs to be adjusted in size, and the rest can be done as originally planned.”

"Okay, what size?"

Yuan Zhiming looked for the memo: "Sixty, thirty, 25."

"Okay, big and small?"

What big and small?Yuan Zhiming had a headache and hated that he didn't have Li Yikai's ability to deal with things. He rubbed his temples and remembered that the other party might have confused the two words of Camus, and he would not be able to tell the difference if he only said "hug".

"Small, small," Yuan Zhiming said.

"Okay", the apprentice simply wrote down the number, and added the unit behind: "No problem!"

After hanging up the call, Yuan Zhiming called Sister Dong again.

Sister Dong is also a straightforward person, so she directly asked him: "The files in the hard disk, you marked 1 and 2, what's the difference?"

Yuan Zhiming actually explained it, but she probably forgot when she turned her head around. He re-explained: "No. 1 is the previous version, with a miniature model, and the shape is confirmed. No. 2 is new, and the size of the new sign has been changed The proportion of the iceberg has been improved, but some details have not been adjusted properly, and there are misplacements."

Sister Dong remembered: "Oh, oh, I see, you have changed the size, right?"

"Yes, the size of the outer square remains unchanged, and the size of the iceberg has been changed. These data can be sent directly to the factory, and only the model needs to be adjusted for bugs."

"Well, the iceberg is 6 by 3.1 by 2.3 meters?"

Yuan Zhiming rummaged through the memo again and confirmed it again: "Yeah, that's right, thank you, Sister Dong."

"Why are you being polite? It's all agreed," Sister Dong hung up the phone: "Don't worry!"

Yuan Zhiming never thought in his life that he would become a person in charge of size data and explain everything in detail.It feels a little nervous, but it's not bad, like an adult who can be alone.

But after a while, his affairs went wrong in every detail.

Sister Dong sent a screenshot and asked, "Why is there a 2 here?" - One file on the picture is "Ice Cube Size 2", and the other says "Ice Cube 2".

Forgot to change the name, Yuan Zhiming slapped his forehead, and dialed back: "Sister Dong, you use the 'Ice Cube Size 2' file, don't worry about the other one."

"Okay, then I will delete it."

"No, no, don't delete it." Yuan Zhiming didn't dare to take risks, for fear that if the other one forgot to back it up, Xue Ming would be unable to find it when he asked: "You can save the other file for me, just don't pass it on by mistake."

"Okay, okay, hang up, Sun Shanshan urged me."

The train drove across the field and crossed the village river. Yuan Zhiming used to like to sit in a daze in the car, but now he can only hang up the phone and check the documents again to confirm that everything is correct.

The two cities are adjacent to each other, but they arrived in less than an hour. Yuan Zhiming took a taxi and went straight home with his backpack on his back.

He didn't notify Yuan Songqing in advance, and he came back this time just to catch him off guard.Because he wanted to know the truth, and if he hadn't faced it with his own eyes, Yuan Songqing would still have kept it from him.

Yuan Songqing is happy and open-minded, but it has not always been like this.Before Yuan Zhiming went to middle school, he only remembered that his father was busy making money all day long. He not only did photography, but also sold calligraphy and paintings, and did casual work for decorative paintings. He even did film and television sets like Zhou Xing...

Yuan Zhiming spent his childhood in the children's calligraphy and painting class next to the Academy of Fine Arts, because his grandfather was ill in bed all year round and his grandmother died young.And his uncle's family—since his grandfather began to rely on medicine, they have almost severed the relationship.

It wasn't until her grandfather died of illness under Anwen's care that Yuan Songqing breathed a sigh of relief.

But within a few years, the uncle who hadn't been in touch for a long time came to the door, and the medical case and brotherhood brought Yuan Songqing back to the original place again...

Yuan Songqing's character is half true, because he understands the shortness of life better than anyone else;

However, now Yuan Zhiming doesn't want to pretend to be stupid any longer. Instead of satisfying Yuan Songqing's desire to protect, he wants his father to be a carefree person at this time. He believes that he has grown up and can face everything.

The car was parked in a low-rise community near the outskirts of the city. His home was one floor, with its own small courtyard, full of flowers and plants, with grapes and loofah vines climbing, which was particularly eye-catching in the community.

What is even more eye-catching is the van parked at the door, which was the same one ten years ago, with the seat removed inside to fit my cousin's wheelchair.

It means that the person has not left yet.

Yuan Zhiming opened the door with the key and pushed open the yard. The woman in the room heard the sound, and her steps were quick, but with gray hair all over her head, he could hardly recognize her aunt.

"Xiao Ming! Xiao Ming?" Zhen Yun asked sharply, "Are you back?"

Yuan Songqing chased after him, and the nurse supported him. When he saw Yuan Zhiming, he was stunned and accompanied by guilt, and he didn't know where the fear came from. He seldom spoke so harshly: "What are you doing here?"

"Auntie, Dad", Yuan Zhiming took off his schoolbag, put it in the shoe cabinet, entered the door and saw the person in the wheelchair: "Cousin."

The cousin, Yuan Weiru, lowered her head and couldn't see her appearance clearly, only her hair was extremely short, yellow and messy, and it was not at all the long hair that fluttered back then.

Yuan Zhiming's heart was not as hard as he had imagined, he felt a little sour, and even had a hint of retreat.If you just want money, if you can afford it...

"I heard that my aunt and cousin are here, so I'll come back and have a look." Yuan Zhiming collected himself and looked at Yuan Songqing: "Dad, are you okay?"

"Your father is fine, it's fine," Zhen Yun rushed to answer, she took Yuan Zhiming's hand, and the rough and sharp skin brought a tingling pain when it touched.

Yuan Zhiming frowned imperceptibly: "Auntie, sit down."

"Don't sit, I won't sit," Zhen Yun stared at him with burning and paranoid eyes: "Xiao Ming, I'm here to beg you."

"Shut up! Don't mention it again!" Yuan Songqing said suddenly.

But Zhen Yun ignored it. In her eyes and mind, only Yuan Zhiming in front of her was in front of her, like a drowning person grabbing the last driftwood: "Xiao Ming, I really beg you, your sister has reached the terminal stage, she can only do it with a kidney transplant." Live, I beg you, she has no other relatives..."

As soon as the buzzing sound of the chainsaw stopped, the apprentice ran in: "Master, someone from Mujia called and said that the data of the ice sculptures used has changed."

Master Song took off the goggles: "Which data, how to change it? Make it clear."

"Oh, I asked about the small one, that is, the data of the inner iceberg. He gave me the number, which is a little smaller than before."

"Okay, I know, they said that the size of the signboard will change, and the iceberg will also change." Master Song waved his hand, without taking his eyes off: "Go, adjust the size of the machine, and start rough cutting."

"Okay", the little apprentice was about to leave, but came back again: "Master, what are you doing? Let me help you."

"Don't, don't, don't touch mine." In front of Master Song, there was a small, almost completely transparent ice cube with sharp corners, but the sides were sunken with gentle arcs. Looking carefully, the ice cube was floating in the middle. With a soft brown animal hair.

"You take care of that big iceberg in Mujia, I'll do it myself." Master Song continued to carve the details with a miniature carving knife, raised his cheeks, and said with a smile: "Those large things are machine-made, which is boring. It's a real work of art."