Chapter 491 Overflowing Tenderness
After dinner.
Lin Zihuai took out a stack of newspapers from his canvas bag. On the top was the front page of the Liberation Daily. The red headline read "In Memory of Lin Zihuai, the Young Rising Star of the Art Troupe". In the accompanying picture, he was wearing a brand new performance costume, standing in the center of the stage, holding an organ and playing it.
"Sister, look at this!" Lin Zihuai pointed at the reprint logo in the corner of the newspaper, "The provincial TV station made the song "Father" into a radio drama, saying that it will be broadcast on "Weekly Golden Songs" for three consecutive months!"
Lin Anan took the newspaper and saw that the report detailed Lin Zihuai's extraordinary talent and perfect performance, and the words were full of praise.
Du Juan looked at Lin Zihuai proudly and served hot tea to everyone. "Sister, Zihuai also donated all the income from the song "Father", which is nearly 2,300 yuan."
Before Lin Anan could praise him, Lin Zihuai scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "Sister, you can't blame me, right? After all, I still haven't paid you back the money I owe you! The money I have saved now... will also be used for the wedding banquet."
"Puchi~" Lin Anan was amused.
Is this silly boy thinking about the money for building a house at home? Does he really think he owes me?
"Don't worry, there's a long way to go. If you really feel bad, pay me back more later."
After these words came out, Lin Zihuai actually nodded to Du Juan seriously, and the couple replied seriously: "Okay, no problem."
Lin Anan was flipping through the books and came across a few letters.
One of the letters had very childish handwriting, and it was obvious that it was written by a child: Uncle Lin Zihuai, your song reminded me of my father, who was a flood fighting hero and was very great...
"That's right, sis!"
Lin Zihuai suddenly remembered something and took out a badge from his pocket. "This is the 'Art Model' issued by the Provincial Department of Culture. Hehe."
"good."
The shadows of the poplar trees outside the window swayed, and the moonlight shone through the window lattice onto the newspaper.
Lin Anan looked at Lin Zihuai's high spirits and suddenly remembered how stupid and stubborn he was when he first arrived in the northwest...
Really grown up.
very good!
Du Juan also talked about her own situation. She is now the team leader of the formal planning group, but she still has some burdens that she cannot get rid of.
"Sister, after all, I joined the group because of my singing and dancing skills. I was the lead dancer in many programs. Even if I wanted to hand over, it wouldn't be that fast."
"The group recruits new members every year, but new members need to be guided, practiced and adjusted, so..."
"It's still a little difficult for me to completely withdraw from the scenes."
Seeing that she was very troubled, Lin Anan smiled and waved her hand, "Du Juan, you are so honest!"
"Ah?" Dujuan was puzzled.
"What's wrong with having multiple roles? The more capable you are, the more work you should do. Transformation is a gradual process. It's irresponsible to just jump in."
Dujuan paused!
She has been worrying about these things recently. She always feels like she is going to disappoint her sister. Seeing Zihuai getting better and better, everything is going according to plan, but she can't let go of this or that...
But now after hearing what Lin Anan said, Du Juan immediately understood!
"Sister, you mean... I can slowly shift my focus to planning, but I shouldn't give up on the singing and dancing aspect?"
Lin Anan nodded affirmatively, "Yes! As long as you are willing, why do you have to give up immediately? When there is a suitable candidate later, you still have the initiative. When you give up your position to someone, they will owe you a favor..."
"Thank you, sis!"
"You're welcome."
After the family had finished chatting, Chu Minglan and Chu Mingyu went to rest first.
Lin Zihuai also took Dujuan home.
Mother Lin prepared some milk powder for Zhuangzhuang, and after the child fell asleep, she returned to Chu Minglan's room.
Although Lin Anan was reluctant to leave her son, she still looked at Chu Mingzhou with a smile.
With just one glance, Chu Mingzhou immediately picked up the person and went straight into the house as if he had installed radar.
"No...be gentle, mom and the others haven't slept yet!"
"My leg injury has healed long ago."
Answering a question that is not asked...
Chu Mingzhou laid her on the kang, his fingertips brushing the hair on her temples, his Adam's apple rolling, but he didn't say anything for a long time. The thousands of words accumulated during the days of separation now turned into the surging emotions in his eyes.
"You've lost weight." Lin Anan raised her hands and held his face, only to feel that there was not a single bit of flesh under her hands.
Chu Mingzhou lowered his head and gently kissed the tip of her nose. His stubble brushed against her skin, causing a slight tingling sensation.
The poplar trees outside the window rustled, as if whispering, soft and peaceful.
"Did you miss me?" His voice was low, with a barely noticeable hoarseness.
Lin Anan was about to nod when she was interrupted.
All the thoughts and worries turned into lingering affection.
"Mingzhou..."
"Don't be distracted." The tenderness in Chu Mingzhou's eyes almost overflowed.
With a hook of his slender fingers, he untied the red hairband on the end of her braid, and her long hair spread out on the military blanket like a flowing silk.
The moonlight outside the window had become brighter at some point, casting mottled shadows of the trees on the ground through the window paper.
"It's been several months... An An..." He suddenly spoke, his tone tentative.
Lin Anan's cheeks felt hot and she hit him, but he grabbed her wrist and kissed her gently on his lips.
"Are you still asking?" She turned her face away, her voice as thin as a mosquito.
Chu Mingzhou laughed softly, and his whole body pressed down, like a mountain...
"Kissing is not enough." He moved closer and bit her lower lip gently.
Lin Anan raised her hand and turned off the light, and the room fell into darkness.
The moonlight leaked in through the window lattice and flowed over the muscle lines on his shoulders and back. The faint scars, both new and old, were faintly visible, strong and full of wildness.
"Mingzhou!"
"Shh..."
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