I Might Be A Fake Cultivator

It was only a year or so, but looking at the back, An Lin’s eyes were a little hot.

That half-white hair is going on, he is only fifty years old!

Many white hairs are mixed in the black hair, which is extraordinarily glaring, like a silver needle, stinging An Lin.

This is only a year, what happened in the end, so that the father has changed so much?

After An Mingchuan cooked a bowl of spicy noodles in the room, he turned on the TV and watched the TV while eating noodles.

He likes to eat noodles to watch TV. He feels that eating noodles is a kind of “canada 簦 缡 缡 锏 锏 舸钆湓谝 舸钆湓谝 穑岣 穑岣 穑岣 穑岣 穑岣 穑岣 穑岣 擞惺

Some habitual actions, even now, do not change.

For example, before eating noodles, he would slap a hand and then pick up the chopsticks.

An Lin saw this scene, a familiar feeling came to mind.

When he was a child, he also liked to learn the father’s movements before eating noodles.

And his mother is on the side, some funny looking at the two hands.

It was a very warm feeling, but unfortunately this scene is now impossible to reproduce.

On TV, the beauty host is broadcasting an entertainment news.

“Yesterday, at the scene of the Oriental Tour of Oriental Snow, there was a mysterious singer named An Lin.”

“His song “Dao Zang” caused a huge sensation in the concert.”

“Now this song has quickly become the song that dominates the top of the major music charts.”

“Let’s take a look at this “Dao Zang” together!”

An Mingchuan heard the news, and the hand that picked up the noodles shivered slightly.

He looked up and stared at the TV.

The picture turned to the scene of the concert, and the familiar face appeared in front of him.

An Mingchuan’s eyes widened, his forehead was plagued by his eyes, and his breathing was a little short.

An Lin started out as a cappella, and the beautiful singing voice spread through the TV.

In the clear, there is a hint of vicissitudes of vicissitudes, with beautiful melodies, floating in the room.

If you don’t listen to this “Tao Zang” at the concert, you will lose the artistic conception.

However, this “Tao Zang”, from the melody alone, is already the best.

Therefore, after passing through the media to the network, it is still ushered in a wave of hot listening.

The freshly cooked noodles are still exuding the heat.

There is no “辍钡 嫔 嫔 嫔 碌 碌 擦 擦 擦 擦 擦 擦 擦 擦

An Mingchuan’s face in the chopsticks has cooled, but he did not notice.

I don’t know if I am immersed in the song, or I am fascinated by the familiar silhouette.

Finally, An Lin on TV and the beautiful girl who plays ancient zither hold hands.

Slightly bowed to the crowd, slowly leaving the stage in a round of applause.

The TV screen turned back to the host and began to comment on the song and the phenomenon that triggered it.

An Mingchuan returned to God. He picked up his mobile phone with excitement and dialed the familiar number again.

“Sorry, the number you dialed has been down…”

……

He looked down a bit like a mobile phone, picked up the chopsticks, lowered his head and pulled his nose, rubbed his eyes and whispered: “This noodle is so hot for the scorpion, it is so hot to the nose…”

An Lin looked at the back that continued to bow his head and licked his eyes. Just as he learned how to eat noodles, his movements were as tacit as ever.

Over the years, he has often complained that Father has given him a pit.

If it weren’t because of this, he wouldn’t be forced to drop out of school and be taken to suffer.

However, he ignored how father used to care for him.

He also couldn’t see how the father whispered and even abandoned his dignity to borrow money.

He didn’t even know why Father was half white for less than a year.

I am afraid that the only thing An Lin knows is that his father will go to Hongda Construction Investment Co., Ltd. every few days and ask Zhang to let his son.

Although his father’s heart is likely to be clear, his son has not been there for a long time…

……

Yes, the shortcomings of father’s gambling are really confusing.

But what did An Lin do as his son and what did his father do?

It seems that so far, I have not done one thing for him.

All the burdens, all the pressures, seem to be the responsibility of his father alone…

……

“Hey.”

An Mingchuan heard the knock on the door and slowly stood up and opened the door.

After opening the door, it was a very familiar face that caught his eye.

He dumbfounded, his hand clenched the handle of the door tightly, and some trembled.

“Lin…Linzi, are you here?”

When An Mingchuan spoke, his lips were awkward and he stared at the young man in front of him.

An Lin’s eyes were a little red, and she smiled a little. She hammered the man’s chest with a fist: “You are a gambler, finally let me find you! Why, stop at the door and let me in?”

“Ah, come in, come in!” An Mingchuan was afraid that An Lin ran, took his hand and moved a chair beside him.

When An Lin sat down, An Mingchuan was also very excited to sit aside.

He looked at An Lin, just like seeing a big beauty, he couldn’t keep his eyes on it.

“Lin, don’t you be hungry? Do you want to make a bowl of noodles for you?” An Mingchuan has some hopeful started talking.

“Well, I just didn’t have dinner.” An Lin nodded.

An Mingchuan hearing this happy to run to the kitchen and get busy on the side.

Looking at the busy silhouette of the kitchen, and the smell of fragrance, An Lin’s heart slowly calmed down.

Soon, a bowl of hot noodles came up.

An Mingchuan’s bowl also added a lot of noodles, and hehe said: “I will accompany you to eat.”

The two sat on the same table and ate the noodles and said, “The 辍钡 簦 方 方 鋈 鋈 鋈 鋈 鋈 鋈 鋈 鋈 鋈 劬Γ さ さ さ さ

“Linzi, Dad can’t hold you, let you encounter that kind of thing…”

“You… go back to school! Other things let father find a solution, and promise not to be involved in your studies anymore!” An Mingchuan suddenly started talking.

An Lin looked up and glanced at her father, and a string in her heart was touched again.

“Dad, you didn’t watch TV. I am now a well-known singer. It’s okay not to go to school,” An Lin replied.

When An Mingchuan heard this sentence, he was anxious: “Lin Zi, you listen to me, first finish the study, this year knowledge is the most important.”

“With knowledge, you can live well no matter what happens.”

“Look at me, although the company is gone, it is not the same as the ability to make big money.”

“With your dad, you don’t have to sing to make money, don’t you have money, go back and study!”

Said, his dark face on the sun, a smile, a bright color in his eyes.

There is father in…

Yeah, this feeling of relying is really good…

No matter what happens, there is always someone standing in front of you to shelter you from the wind.

How long did it take to feel this feeling, after a year of wandering outside.

Looking at the old-fashioned father, saying this, an unspeakable warmth is on my mind.

An Lin smiled, and the tears in his eyes were unable to stop falling.

He thinks this is the home, this is his return.

……

An Lin is a cultivator and he feels the physical condition of father.

The desperate work of day and night has already made Father’s body exhausted.

The old face, and the half-white hair, was caused by overwork and mental stress.

If he still let his dad continue to do this, then he also cultivates a fart!

An Lin grabbed his dad’s palm and expression was extremely firmly started:

“father, I will raise you later!”