First Divorce Forced To Become a Full-time Artist

  Chapter 88 New Year

  Li Ang replied: "I'm afraid you feel uncomfortable."

  Hearing this, Li Dazhu sighed lightly.

  This is true.

  Li Dazhu has supported the whole family alone for twenty or thirty years. In front of his sons and daughters, he is like an omnipotent pillar, working to make money and giving them almost everything they can meet.

   And when suddenly realized that An Zhi Ruo Su is Li Ang, Li Dazhu is actually complicated inside.

  Joy, but a little bit uncomfortable.

  Joy, that’s because the son has become so good that he can hardly imagine it;

But the uncomfortable is because Li Dazhu has been the pillar of the pillar for 20 or 30 years. In his heart, Li Ang has always been a child. Now the company is experiencing economic crisis and survival crisis. He, the father, can’t solve it, but let his son solve it easily. . Li Dazhu's family status... is gone.

  This uncomfortable mood is very complicated.

  There is a kind of uncomfortable feeling that the son is out of his protection;

  There is another kind of uncomfortable feeling that his son surpasses him a little bit of jealousy;

  This is entirely due to the subconscious nature of a competitive man.

   "You are Lao Tzu's son, and you will always be Lao Tzu's son. What makes me feel uncomfortable with your dad!"

  Li Dazhu answered Li Ang, and at the same time he was comforting him.

After answering this sentence, Li Dazhu asked Li Ang again: "I will ask you again, where did your three million come from?"

  Li Ang replied, "Have you heard of Doupaqiang and ghost blowing lights?"

"No!"

  Li Dazhu really never heard of it, because these two books are both online literature, and they are completely different from physical literature. And Li Dazhu happened to be ill during that time, and he hardly paid attention to these things.

  Li Ang: "Then you can search on the Internet."

  Li Dazhu opened Du Niang to search, and the information interface that popped up all talked about how popular the fighting is in the sky, creating a stream of advanced martial arts retreats and alchemy; how popular is the ghost blowing of lights, creating a stream of tomb robbers.

  Two books, one is the top-selling book on Reading Novel.com, and one is the second-selling book.

  The most important thing is that the authors of both books point to one person: Ang Lee.

  Li Dazhu does not pay attention to online literature, but it does not mean that he has no understanding.

  Reading Novel Network is the best novel network in online literature. Two books are best-selling first and the second is best-selling. It is really not too difficult to get three million.

  After searching, when Li Dazhu looked up again, the gaze looking at Li Ang was already a little complicated and unbelievable.

   "Xiao'an, when will you write a novel, and you are still writing well!?"

  Li Ang thought for a while, and replied, "It's probably the talent that you gave me, Dad."

   Li Dazhu was happy when he heard this, and he looked directly at Fang Guokun next to him happily: "Did you hear me, Lao Fang, hehe, this kid said his father I gave him a good talent."

  After asking the second question, Li Dazhu asked the third question: "You don't want to participate in the awards ceremony, don't you want to see Su Yuqi?"

"Correct."

  Li Dazhu said: "Su Yuqi is a good star now, but my son is not too bad. This time you won the Mao Dun Literature Award. In terms of literature, you are more accomplished than her!"

   "She leaves you now, then we can't lose the game. You are not only going to accept the prize this time, but also to show her that you are stronger than her!"

  Listening to his father's words, Li An frowned slightly and fell into a little thought.

  In fact, Ang Lee also found out.

  Whether it is a poem conference or reading novel.com, he always avoids Su Yuqi deliberately.

But think about it carefully. Ang Lee has never spent half a cent on her during the years of marriage, and he has been silently supporting her as the man who has never owed Su Yuqi. Now the two have divorced, and Lee Ang also has nothing to do with him. There is no need to continue to avoid her.

  Now after hearing what his father said, he frowned, then nodded, and he agreed to his father.

  Looking at the appearance of Li An frowning, Li Dazhu sighed softly, and his stern words had become a little softer: "You child, blame me, never cared about you, making you the way you are now."

  While he was about to continue talking, the phone in his pocket rang.

  Li Dazhu took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked down. Two big characters were displayed on the display of the mobile phone: Princess.

  Looking at the broadcasted number, Li Dazhu quickly answered the call: "Hey, girl."

   "I'm here with your brother."

  "Don't go to the market, this year I will spend the New Year here with your brother, you can go back to Hezhou, and your Fang Bo is also there."

  After hanging up, Li Dazhu smiled and looked at Li Ang: "Your sister is coming back for the New Year."

younger sister.

  A naughty girl with a ponytail, an oval face, a small mouth raised slightly, a pair of eyes like crescents, a pinched nose, and a voice like a lark appeared in Li Ang’s head: Li Shanshan.

  She is four years younger than Li An. She is a sophomore this year and is studying vocal music at the Jingzhou Conservatory of Music.

  Li Shanshan is very talented in music. He won the first prize in the city's imitation singing competition when he was in junior high school. After entering the university, he worked hard and motivated. He joined a band and often performed performances.

  Last year, she did not go home for the New Year, but was invited to perform in a big shopping mall.

  Rough calculations, Ang Lee hasn’t seen this sister for about a year.

  Thinking of her, the corners of Li Ang's mouth raised slightly.

  ...

There is no debt pressure this year, "An Zhi Ruo Su Po Poetry Collection" and "Ordinary World" continue to sell well, and the girl is also coming back, so Li Dazhu is in a very good mood, he must call Fang Guokun and Li An to go downstairs to buy overtime. thing.

  Unknowingly.

  Peanut oil, vegetables, dried fruits, pastries, fruits, chicken, duck, fish, ham, etc. I bought a lot.

After    bought it back, the three of them chose to clean up the food together. While tidying up, Li Dazhu told Li Ang like a story:

"In ancient times, transportation was inconvenient and productivity was low, so every Chinese New Year, people would go to the street to buy new year goods, prepare a table of hearty meals, buy new clothes, stick couplets, and greet the New Year with joy. "

   "Although the transportation is convenient now, there is no shortage of food, but this is an ancient custom that has been circulating for thousands of years."

   "This is the New Year's Day, and it will have the flavor of the New Year."

  Listening to his father's crackling mouth, Ang Lee lowered his head to cut the lotus vegetable, but the corner of his mouth was slightly raised with a smile.

Yup.

  This is the New Year.

  This is the new year.

  It seems that when the family was just married the last time during the Chinese New Year, my father took the time to come back from his busy schedule.

  But at that time, the family did not buy new year goods, but ate the New Year’s Eve dinner outside; at the time, although the family was sitting together to eat, but my father was answering phone calls one by one, there was no such endless chatter as today.

  The last time there was a new year, when I was about nine years old, my grandma did not die and my mother did not divorce.

  At that time, grandma told him these stories like Li Dazhu.

  Li Dazhu is still talking.

  While talking, Li Dazhu seemed to think of the past.

  Li Dazhu, who was nearly fifty years old, suddenly choked up in his voice.

   "Xiao An."

"Ok."

   "I'm sorry these years, and your mother who divorced me."

"Ok."

  "Do you know why I have been working so desperately to make money all these years?"

"do not know."

  Li Dazhu's hands cutting potatoes suddenly stopped, and there were memories and worries in his expression.

  He slowly said:

   "At the beginning, your grandma was ill, and the doctor said that he would need 100,000 yuan for the operation. At that time, there was no insurance. 100,000 yuan is equivalent to 300,000 yuan now. Your grandfather can't borrow money everywhere."

   "That afternoon, it was raining outside, and your grandma had an oxygen tube in her nose. She held the hands of your grandpa and me and said, ‘It’s okay, don’t watch.’"

   "Later, your grandma passed away. Six months after the death, your grandfather also left."

   "So from that day on, I vowed that I would definitely not lose what I should have caught because of the money."

  　 On New Year’s Eve, Xiaohai walked on the street alone with a bottle of wine and couldn’t find a restaurant. He took a photo and posted a circle of friends, "There is no place for me in the big city";

  　　 On the night of New Year's Day, Xiaohai sat alone in front of the computer and soaked a bucket of instant noodles. He went to a can of Qingdao and typed out this line of text.

  　　 I felt a little bit sad.

  　　 opened the button music, found a few cheerful songs to play, trying to make myself feel happy.

Hi!

  　　 Look at me, I have put my emotions in the text.

  　　 made everyone laugh.

  　　 But to be honest, Xiaohai hasn't written about the emotional drama before, and it's also difficult to write. If you don't write well, just ignore it, and Quandang didn't see it.

  　　 Finally.

  　　 New Year, dear friends, happy!

  (End of this chapter)