She Came To My Concert

[Xu Guangliang]: Teacher Zhu, are you busy recently?

[Xu Guangliang]: I've finally finished my work recently, and I didn't entertain everyone well at the wedding before. Do you have time to have a meal on the weekend?

[Xu Guangliang]: Just a few of our high school classmates in Jiangcheng, how about I organize a small class reunion?

Zhu Wenshu and this group of high school classmates are not strictly natives of Jiangcheng. Their hometown is Huiyang, a prefecture-level city under the jurisdiction of Jiangcheng 70 to 80 kilometers away.

Over the past few years, everyone has traveled from place to place, from place to place, some stayed in Huiyang, and some came to Jiangcheng.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Okay, no problem.

[Xu Guangliang]: OK, on ​​Saturday night, I will contact you after the restaurant is booked.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Okay.

After eating two mouthfuls of dumplings, Zhu Wenshu remembered something and picked up his phone again.

Shi Xueer buried her head in eating noodles, didn't look at her, but pursed her lips to hold back a smile.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Xu Guangliang invites everyone to dinner this Saturday, are you going?

After a while.

【c】: I can't make it in time.

[c]: I don’t come back until Sunday.

[Zhu Wenshu]: Alright.

Putting down the phone, Ling Chen stared at the half-baked dumplings in front of him, thought for a while, and decided to make do with it.

Australia is two hours faster than China, and it is already dark at this moment, and the number of customers in the restaurant is gradually increasing.

Ling Xingyan sat opposite him, glanced at Ling Chen while cutting the steak, and said "tsk".

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it. Later, people will think I'm treating you like a nüè, so order another steak."

"No need to."

It happened that the waiter brought the chopsticks. After Ling Chen took them, he buried his head in eating, "làng what's the cost?"

Ling Xing was speechless.

When he was a child, the conditions at home were average. Although he didn't starve and freeze, he had just reached the food and clothing line, and he didn't eat anything good. He has made a lot of money over the years, so he is very willing to reward himself, and he has tasted all kinds of precious ingredients in the world.

He thinks this is human nature, and he wants to make up for his childhood regrets when he has the conditions.

However, Ling Chen's conditions were much worse than his family's before, but the phenomenon that things must go against each other did not appear as he imagined.

Now a little famous artist, which one is not being coaxed, the hotel must be five-star, the clothing must be famous, not to mention the food, not long ago, he heard a colleague in the industry complaining about the requirements of an actor when he was filming. The crew had to provide lunch at a Michelin restaurant every day, and the abalone they ate one night was a bit stale, and the next day they turned their faces and stopped filming.

It turned out that Ling Chen was fine, he could eat delicacies from mountains and seas, and he didn't dislike porridge and small dishes, and he was even more casual when he was alone, one or two dishes could be handled with a bowl of white rice.

There is basically nothing left, and if this is said, others may think that Ling Chen is manipulating the character.

At first Ling Xingyan felt that he was used to it, but later he felt a little distressed.

After the disaster, the ruins may not necessarily be rebuilt, and the extremes of things may not necessarily be reversed, and it may become an indelible brand.

But seeing that he himself has no complaints, it is hard for Ling Xingyan to say anything more.

Just at this moment, Ling Siyuan called him a video.

"What about it?"

The child's face appeared in the camera, Ling Xingyan smiled, "Have you eaten yet?"

"have eaten."

Ling Siyuan responded dully, and stopped talking.

Ling Xingyan saw that his son was unhappy, so he asked, "What's wrong? Was he criticized by the teacher?"

"No, the teacher rewarded me with cookies today."

Ling Siyuan pouted, and said aggrievedly, "I just went downstairs to play on the slide, and I haven't waited for a seat."

"If you don't have a place, go play something else."

Ling Xing smiled, "It's worth your displeasure."

"Guoguo has been occupying the slide and won't let me play! I went to find his father, and his father is like a fool—"

The knife and fork in Ling Chen's hand suddenly stopped.

Ling Xingyan, who was originally chatting with his son relaxedly, was subconsciously looking at Ling Chen's reaction when he heard this sentence, and when he saw it, he yelled out almost without thinking.

"Ling Siyuan!"

The child was taken aback by his father's sudden anger, and his little face behind the camera turned red, not knowing what was wrong with him.

Ling Xingyan breathed a sigh of relief, then frowned and stared at the person on the screen.

"How can you say that about other people's father?! Who taught you?"

The child on the phone was too scared to speak, and the nanny behind her was also silent.

Ling Chen looked up at Ling Xingyan, then reached out and took his cell phone away.

"I'm not even angry, what are you doing so fiercely?"

Turning over the screen, he raised his chin towards the child in the picture.

"When uncle's house is finished, I will set up a slide for you. You can play alone, and no one will grab you."

"Go do your homework, or your teacher will be angry again tomorrow."

After hanging up the video, Ling Chen returned the phone to the person opposite.

"Look at what I'm doing, don't you want to eat?"

After a while, Ling Xingyan saw that Ling Chen lowered his head and continued to eat, he seemed to be fine and didn't say anything else.

"Go back upstairs to rest early after eating, you haven't slept since you got off the plane."

"it is good."

He hastily filled his stomach, seeing that there were still salt-baked snails and grilled foie gras in front of Ling Xingyan, so he

Said: "Eat slowly, I will go back to sleep first."