Lu Chengyi felt a sudden warmth in his heart. He knew that his wife had the habit of writing a diary every day, but he never expected that she would record such a small thing in her diary.
Before his wife died, she asked him not to throw away her diary, but to leave it to their daughter. He agreed and respected his ex-wife's decision, but he had never read her diary.
Now, when my daughter mentioned it, I suddenly felt an indescribable feeling, "Chengcheng, can I let Dad see your mother's diary?"
"Dad wants to see it?" Lu Chengcheng asked in surprise. Seeing that Lu Chengyi seemed very eager, she said, "Okay, I'll give it to Dad after dinner."
After dinner, Lu Chengcheng cleared the table and took Lu Chengyi to his room to get his mother's diary.
This was the first time Lu Chengyi had entered her room in all these years, and he couldn't help but look around.
There was a single bed on the north side of the room, covered with thin bedding that looked like it had been used for who knows how long and had a faint musty smell.
There were tables and chairs placed under the window, which were also very old. The paint on the table was peeling, and the color of the wood was revealed in many places.
Lu Chengyi suddenly felt sad. Over the years, this child had suffered so much injustice, but he always endured it silently without saying a word and never complained in front of him.
"Chengcheng, these beddings and tables and chairs of yours are all old. I'll ask you to replace them with new ones tomorrow."
Lu Chengcheng was stunned for a moment, then said calmly, "Dad, no need. I'm used to these things, and they're not broken. Just use them."
Lu Chengyi couldn't help but think of the brand new dressing cabinet in Lan Lili's room and the eye-catching desks in Lu Fangfang and Lu Genggeng's rooms. He really didn't expect that there was such a clear class division in this family.
"No, it must be replaced. It's so old and can't be used." Lu Chengyi felt guilty and insisted on replacing it regardless of whether she agreed or not.
"Dad, our leader also said, 'Three years new, three years old, three years patched up, so I'm not wronged by using this.'"
Seeing Lu Chengcheng's nonchalant smile, Lu Chengyi felt even more guilty. This child, whom he never cared about, was the most sensible of the three children. She never got into trouble under her name, and studied hard to be admitted to the provincial university. This made him, as a father, both relieved and emotional.
He stood up and walked to the desk. He saw a few paintings on the desk. He picked them up and looked at them, and couldn't help laughing.
It turns out that the picture shows various interesting things about students reserving seats in the university.
Lu Chengyi, who had also attended university, naturally felt a close affinity for these comics. He flipped through them carefully and couldn't help but ask, "Cheng Cheng, where did you get these drawings?"
Lu Chengcheng was taking a diary from the bookshelf. When he asked, she said without turning her head, "This is the manuscript I drew for our school newspaper column."
Lu Chengyi was shocked. He never knew his daughter had such a talent. The characters in the paintings were vivid and the narratives were lively and interesting, which was completely different from her usually silent personality.
He suddenly realized that he knew very little about his daughter. He knew almost nothing about what she liked, what she was good at, and what she wanted to do. Over the years, he had just raised her like raising a kitten or a puppy.
He is such an incompetent father.
Lu Chengyi placed the painting on the table, stared at his daughter, and asked with a smile, "Chengcheng, do you like painting?"
"Well, I've loved painting since I was a kid. Every time I pick up a paintbrush, I feel like I'm a different person. The things I want, the people I want to meet, the beautiful scenery I want to see, I can all use my brush to make them appear on paper."
When Lu Chengcheng said this, her eyes sparkled and she was completely immersed in her love for painting. Lu Chengyi suddenly discovered that his seemingly ordinary-looking daughter was actually so beautiful, not inferior to Lu Fangfang, who was famous for her beauty.
"I heard you contribute to the school newspaper column. Do you have a school newspaper here? Dad wants to see your paintings."
Lu Chengcheng said a little embarrassedly, "Yes, I do, but my drawing is not good-looking. Dad, please don't make fun of me."
"Dad can't even draw, so why should he make fun of someone who can?" Lu Chengyi was speaking from the heart. He really wanted to see his daughter's paintings.
Lu Chengcheng took three newspapers from the bookshelf. The school newspaper was a weekly, and her cartoons were published in all three of them.
Lu Chengyi looked at it carefully. The content of the painting was very humorous and made him laugh.
After reading, he folded the newspaper carefully and placed it on the desk, saying sincerely, "The drawings are really good, and these three issues are all your work. I haven't seen anyone else's."
Lu Chengcheng said with a hint of pride, "This column in the school newspaper is dedicated to my comics. Although we accept submissions from others, no one else's work has been selected so far."
The school newspaper even opened a comics column just for her daughter!
Lu Chengyi looked at her in surprise and joy. He never knew that his daughter was so outstanding.
"Not bad, not bad, Chengcheng, you performed very well, keep up the good work." Lu Chengyi used the same method that the unit used to praise subordinates on his own daughter.
"Thank you for your encouragement, Dad. I will work hard. Besides, this time my manuscript will not only be supplied to the school newspaper, but the provincial daily newspaper is also planning to reprint my drawings. I must draw well and not let the readers laugh at me."
This was also what Cheng Maixiang and Ruan Peiling taught her. When she achieved something, she didn't have to tell others about it, but she had to share it with her family. By doing so, she could attract Lu Chengyi's attention, and at least he wouldn't ignore her anymore.
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