Zhu Yilong--A Warm Smoke

"Mom, Dad's phone is ringing." Song Nuan was writing a script in the study when his son stumbled over with his phone.

Song Nuan smiled, "Hey, go get it to Dad."

"Dad is playing a game, and he is hitting a key point, let mom pick it up." Four-year-old Zhu Yan is very sensible, and he doesn't think there is anything wrong with his father playing games.

Song Nuan took the phone, looked at the caller ID, and pressed the answer button, "Hello, Teacher Yang."

"Hello, Mrs. Zhu, isn't Teacher Zhu here?"

Song Nuan had no choice but to lie, "Well, he's taking a bath, I'll ask him to come back to you later."

"Okay, sorry to trouble you, thank you."

"You're welcome." Song Nuan hung up the phone and handed the phone to her son, "Hey, give the phone to Dad."

"Okay, Mom, will you play with me later?" Zhu Yan opened his eyes and acted cute.

"Okay, can you wait for mom for another half an hour?"

"Thank you, Mom." Zhu Yan left happily holding the phone.

"Good boy." Song Nuan had a bit of a cold recently. After seeing off her son, she was not in the mood to write any more. She drank a glass of water and sat on a chair with her eyes closed.

About 10 minutes later, Song Nuan heard Zhu Yan's footsteps again, "Mom, mom."

Song Nuan opened her eyes, and Zhu Yan ran over sobbing, with two lines of hot tears, she hugged her son in her arms, "What's wrong baby."

Zhu Yan was crying aggrievedly, "Mom, can you promise me one thing."

Song Nuan took out a tissue to wipe her son's tears, "What's the matter?"

Zhu Yan was full of grief and indignation, "When you write a TV series, can you write about your father crying?"

Song Nuan was startled, "Ah, what's wrong with Dad?" It seems that Zhu Yilong made Zhu Yan cry.

Zhu Yan complained while crying, "Dad ignored me, thought I was in the way, and told me to go away. Mom, is playing games really important?"

Song Nuan hugged Zhu Yan closer, and said seriously: "Well, it's very, very important. Dad goes out to work every day, and he has to work overtime when he gets home, playing games desperately to make money. It's very hard. Our classmate Zhu Yan wears flowers The clothes and the biscuits are all bought by my father playing games to earn money. You see, my father stayed up late playing games, and the circles under his eyes are dark."

Zhu Yan opened his eyes wide, he was a little dubious, "But Dad said that the big house and car at home were bought by my mother who wrote scripts, and my mother is the most powerful. Can we ask Dad to stop playing games and let him play with me, It's good for mom to make money."

Song Nuan acted coquettishly to her son, "No, mother is very tired making money alone. Is mother willing to stay up late?"

Zhu Yan liked his mother the most, and immediately kissed her, "I don't want to part with it."

Song Nuan was very helpful, "Hey! But, Dad can't ignore us Zhu Yan because of work. I'll call Dad, let's go to the garden to play together. Hey, why is the phone still in your hand?"

"Woooo, I forgot to return it to my father, he is too fierce."

"I'll give it to Dad, wait for me for a while."

"Okay, I'll wait for you downstairs."

"Then you go and wash your face first, then wipe it clean, and bring your football."

Song Nuan waited for Zhu Yan to go far away before angrily walking to the game room and knocking on the door.

Zhu Yilong was very happy, smiling more childishly than Zhu Yan, he looked up and saw Song Nuan, and said, "Nuan, I just won a game."

Song Nuan sighed, she really stood up for her son, "Could you have some fun, Zhu Yan cried like that, and didn't bother to coax her."

Zhu Yilong took off the earphones and wanted to settle the score with Zhu Yan, "This brat sued me again."

Song Nuan stopped her, "The child is not good enough, I thought you were working overtime to support your family."

Zhu Yilong laughed heartlessly, "Haha, Nuan, do you think our son is a bit stupid." Zhu Yan has a high IQ and good learning ability, but he is very naive in a certain way.

Song Nuan was annoyed, "It's up to you to be stupid, I'll unplug the network cable if you do this again. The child is already very sensible, you can't discriminate against him just because he is a son."

Zhu Yilong actually loves his son very much. Today he made an appointment with Peng Guanying to play games, so he neglected the baby, "I didn't, he went to his parents to sue me, I really can't bear it."

Song Nuan crossed her hips and continued to scold Zhu Yilong, "You know, my son told me to write about you crying in TV dramas."

"Haha, this silly boy. But honey, can you write another play for me?" Song Nuan is now a famous screenwriter, and has caught up with the best time. The audience's requirements for scripts and acting skills are getting higher and higher , The TV drama and film industry has gradually focused on screenwriting.

"That won't work." Song Nuan resolutely refused.

"why?"

"I'm afraid to write you into tears."

"..."

"Come on, my son is waiting for you to play. Oh, you should call Teacher Yang first." Song Nuan returned the phone to Zhu Yilong.

Song Nuan was sitting in the garden drinking tea, Zhu Yilong was playing football with his son, Zhu Yan was different from his father, he didn't like basketball, he only loved football, and he was only four years old and could run around the yard kicking the ball.

Song Nuan looked at the time and reached out to greet Zhu Yan, "Come and drink some water."

"Here, Mom." Zhu Yan kicked twice before coming over with his father holding the ball.

Song Nuan handed the water to his son, "Are you tired?"

"Not tired, mom, when will you give me a younger brother?"

"Oh, brother?" Zhu Yan's topic was quite off the mark, Song Nuan glanced at Zhu Yilong, "Your father won't agree."

"But I want a brother."

"why?"

"I want to teach him how to play football."

"Can't you play with Dad?"

"It's okay." Zhu Yilong practiced a good football in order to accompany his son, but Zhu Yan was still young and couldn't take advantage of it at all, so he felt it was boring.

"Cough cough. Okay, mom, think about it. Cough cough." Song Nuan couldn't help coughing again as soon as the wind blew her away.

"Drink some water first, and I'll get you medicine." Zhu Yilong ran upstairs to find medicine.

"Mom, are you not feeling well?"

"It's okay, mom has a cold." Song Nuan hugged her son on her lap and wiped his sweat for him.

"Don't bother your mother. Come down." Zhu Yilong came over with the medicine, and hugged his son into his arms.

"Dad, Mom is sick, let's take her to the hospital."

Zhu Yilong handed the medicine to Song Nuan, "Mom is a doctor herself, so there is no need to go to the hospital."

Zhu Yan didn't know that Song Nuan was a doctor, so he tilted his head and asked, "Isn't mom a screenwriter?"

Zhu Yilong hummed, pretending not to hear what his son said.

"Yes, mom is a screenwriter." Song Nuan put the medicine in her mouth and sucked it.

Zhu Yan jumped down from Zhu Yilong's arms, and gave Song Nuan water, "Mom, drink water."

"I don't drink."

"Isn't it bitter to take medicine?"

"Well, it's bitter, but it works best when it melts in your mouth, just like you eat sugar."

Zhu Yan felt that Song Nuan was a strange creature, who even ate medicine as candy, "Mom is so scary."

"Okay, let's play football again." Zhu Yilong started laughing after sending his son away.

Song Nuan glared at Zhu Yilong, "Is it funny?"

"I think Zhu Yan is right."

"Am I scary?"

"No, respectable."

"I don't understand that."

"Look, licorice slices made you want to vomit when you smelled them, but I made a mistake, and you can swallow them with relish. Tofu brains are always walking around when you see them, and now you can eat two bowls. Also, you are so dizzy because I was asked by a boring reporter about the thousand-year problem of saving my mother first or my daughter-in-law first, so you learned to swim. Song Nuan, I admire this kind of self-challenging spirit " Zhu Yilong squeezed Song Nuan's shoulders, "There is a potential for self-mutilation."

"Heh, let me take it as a compliment. Since I have Zhu Yan, I feel fearless. That Mr. Zhu, are we really not going to have another one? After another two years, I may not be able to have one even if I want to .”

Zhu Yilong shook his head, "This matter is not for discussion."

Song Nuan didn't insist anymore, and she was really too lazy to have children, "Hey, you said that your son is four years old, besides football, do you want to start learning piano too?"

"Teach him first, and find a piano teacher after a while." Zhu Yilong felt that Song Nuan played the piano pretty well.

"I can't do it. I have too many bad habits. You should do it." Song Nuan only started learning the piano after she was an adult. She doesn't like to read music. No matter what she plays, she always recites it habitually.

"Ha, I don't want to force my son, otherwise I'll ask my mother to come and see, she is very strict." Zhu Yilong recalled the tragedy of being beaten while learning the piano when he was a child.

Song Nuan disagreed, "I don't think so. Mom is strict with you, but she spoils our son too much. Haha."

"why are you laughing?"

"I think of a fun thing, you can teach your son how to gnaw his nails, this is very important." Song Nuan couldn't straighten up with a smile, and coughed again.

"Make you laugh." Zhu Yilong patted Song Nuan on the back.

"Really, I've always wanted to learn, but I can't learn it anyway. I think you can nibble neatly, which is better than clipping your nails. Do you have any tricks?" Song Nuan has always been open-minded and eager to learn.

Zhu Yilong cleared his throat, "Well, first of all, you have to have good teeth."

"Haha, stop talking, I'm dying of laughter."

Song Nuan lay on the bed in a daze after taking a bath, Zhu Yilong called her but didn't hear her twice.

Zhu Yilong handed the cold medicine to Song Nuan, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm thinking about Sister Li. I didn't expect her to be so ill. I advised her to stop drinking." Li Nan was hospitalized with stomach bleeding a few days ago, and she has not been discharged yet. When Song Nuan went to the hospital to visit her, she was stunned scared.

Seeing that Song Nuan had a headache, Zhu Yilong sat on the bed and pressed her temples, "Ms. Li has been drinking heavily all year round, and often has stomach upsets. It seems that I should listen to the doctor more."

Song Nuan sighed, she felt very uncomfortable.

"Are you worried? Teacher Li is kind to you."

Song Nuan recalled the hardships when changing careers, and couldn't help feeling, "Yes, I'm a layman. Thanks to Sister Li leading me in, otherwise I would still be a jobless vagrant."

"Dr. Song, don't be modest, your learning ability is very strong." Zhu Yilong really admired Song Nuan's courage. At that time, Zhu Yan was still young. After she resigned, she took care of her children while going to school to attend classes. Sometimes she followed the group all night. Nervous about the weak girl who doesn't know how to deal with the world, she just walked out of her own way. Zhang Zhang has been dating him for a long time, and wants to talk about the intention of in-depth cooperation with Song Nuan.

"Don't talk nonsense, son is asleep?" Zhu Yan suddenly had the concept of male and female gender today, and he will never let Song Nuan help him bathe and put him to sleep.

"Well, I fell asleep."

"Are you going to join the group again tomorrow?" Song Nuan was a little bit reluctant, and hugged Zhu Yilong tightly.

Zhu Yilong hugged Song Nuan with his backhand, "You can come to visit the set, the director will definitely welcome you."

"No, my beauty writer's net worth is very high. Wait, there is a phone call." Song Nuan pointed to the bedside table.

Zhu Yilong took the phone over, "It's Song Yang."

Song Nuan was dissatisfied with being disturbed, picked up the phone and said, "What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

"Don't be cruel to Song Yang." Zhu Yilong felt that Song Nuan's attitude towards Song Yang was not kind enough, and he usually beat and scolded Song Yang frequently.

"What? Speak slowly." After listening to a few words, Song Nuan sat up from the bed.

Zhu Yilong saw that Song Nuan's face changed drastically, and expected something serious, so he patted her hand to comfort her, "Don't worry."