Song Chen: "I'll get up on the second day of the New Year."
Lin Lu said politely: "If you go there, you can stay at my house for a few days."
Who would go there for no reason? We just listened.
Song Nan's eyes turned redder and redder. There is no harm without comparison.
Song Qinqin saw her brother's thoughts and asked, "I have to go back to work on the sixth day of the New Year. Xiaonan, do you want to go to Guangcheng with me for two days?"
Song Nan's eyes lit up: "Is it okay?"
Xu Zhaodi glared at him, her voice rising several notches: "You're already in the third year of junior high school. You'll be taking the high school entrance exam after the New Year. Have you finished your winter vacation homework? You just want to play. Do you still want to go to high school?"
Song Nan knew this would happen, and pouted, "But even if I study, I won't be able to pass the exam."
Song Yuan: "How do you know you won't pass the exam if you don't even study?"
Xu Zhaodi: "After the New Year, you can go to my aunt's cram school and study with her. I've let you play around for so long, it's time for you to finally make an effort."
Song Nan's desire to play was extinguished by his parents' two words. He shrank his neck like a turtle and said, "Oh."
Song Xixi remembered something and suddenly said, "Xiao Nan, maybe you don't have to study so hard anymore."
Everyone's eyes were focused on Song Xixi, wanting to hear what she meant.
Song Nan even asked directly: "Why?"
Song Xixi: "I showed your painting to our professor, and he said you have some talent."
Song Nan couldn't help laughing immediately, "Me? Me? Do I have talent?"
Song Xixi nodded: "Yes, if you are willing, he can accept you as his apprentice."
Happiness came too suddenly, and Song Nan's mind was stunned by her two words.
"Is it really possible?"
Song Xixi: "He said we can meet after the New Year."
Song Nan immediately said: "I can!"
Song Xixi: "But if you study painting, you might not have enough energy to study culture. Are you sure you want to go that route?"
A road seldom traveled, where you wonder if you can see the end.
There are many geniuses in this world, and art is an industry that values talent extremely. A little talent may not be enough to support him to complete this journey in life.
You won’t become a great talent by studying culture, but you won’t starve to death. However, if you study art poorly, you might really starve to death.
Song Yuan and his wife were stunned and couldn't make up their minds for a moment.
Both husband and wife felt that it would be better for him to be more cultured and conservative. They only had two children in their lifetime, so they didn't dare let him take too many risks.
"You should just study hard. You have plenty of time to draw. When you get into college, you can draw as much as you want. By then, your sister and brother will be college students. You can't be the only one who can't even get into high school."
These words made Song Qinqin lower her head in embarrassment. She did indeed lower the educational level of her family.
Song Nan's eyes were filled with tears. "But I want to learn. I like painting. I don't like Chinese and math, those boring cultural subjects."
Song Xixi corrected him: "If you want to go to university through the art exam, you still have to take the cultural exam."
Song Nan turned to his uncle and aunt, wanting them to speak for him.
They are indeed the only two people in the family who have the most ideas.
"Fourth Brother, give me some advice." Song Yuan said.
Xu Zhaodi was also looking forward to it.
Song Chen: "If he wants to learn, then let him. After all, he'll be back to help me manage the factory with Zidong. He's not interested in studying, and if you force him to study, his chances of getting into university are slim. If he has a talent for painting, maybe we'll have a great artist in our family in the future."
Song Nan's eyes were filled with tears, his uncle was his real father!
"Uncle~"
Song Chen: "Wife, you should say something too."
Lin Lu glared at him and said, "I think the same as you."
Both of them are brave and take a chance to turn a bicycle into a motorcycle.
Two words from his uncle and aunt were worth a thousand words. Song Nan looked at his parents and said, "I really want to learn painting. I also like painting. I promise you, I will work hard."
Li Xianglian and his wife were the oldest here, but they didn't say a word.
Song Yuan sighed deeply: "Listen to your uncle."
Just like Song Chen said, the worst case scenario is to come back to the factory to work, but many people don’t have this option.
What is he afraid of!
Song Nan was overjoyed and promised once again, "I will definitely study hard and repay everyone when I make a lot of money in the future."
Song Xixi: "Okay, come with me when school starts, and I'll take you to see the teacher."
The track of life has finally changed, and Song Nan is full of hope for the future.
——
On the 29th, the whole family does a thorough cleaning and tears up last year's Spring Festival couplets.
Song Chen planned to write the Spring Festival couplets himself this year. He bought some red paper, ink, and a brush and started working.
He spread the paper flat on the table and called Lin Lu and Lin Jingbei, "Come on, each of you write two pieces."
Song Chen's handwriting is not very good, but he likes writing very much. I don't know where he developed this hobby.
He wrote down two pieces of paper before the mother and son came over reluctantly.
Lin Lu couldn't help but chuckle as he looked at his handwriting, which was as slow as a chicken pecking at rice. Lin Jingbei didn't give his father face either, "Grandpa, Grandma, come and see my dad's handwriting. This year we'll put up his handwriting."
I really don’t know where my dad got the confidence to want to write it himself.
"You kid, you dare to laugh at your father, right? Spring Festival couplets are meant to represent beautiful wishes. What's wrong with me posting the ones I wrote myself?" Song Chen said arrogantly.
This stipulates that the words on the Spring Festival couplets must be beautiful. Can't they be written by him himself?
"Come, write two words for me to see."
Lin Jingbei and his classmates actually had a calligraphy teacher, but after only two classes, the position was taken by another teacher.
Lin Jingbei is quick-witted and has learned from his teacher how to hold a pen and the key points to pay attention to when writing. Although he hasn't practiced much, the words he writes aren't too ugly. It can only be said that he has neither good nor bad luck.
Lin Lu's handwriting is actually not that good, just a little bit better looking than Song Chen's. Even the top student has his own areas of weakness.
Song Chen didn't care whether the writing was good or not, as long as he was happy during the process. Otherwise, why would he have bought so much extra red paper?
Li Xianglian and Lin Changchun, as referees of this match, announced that the final winner was the eldest grandson Lin Jingbei.
He stuck out his tongue at his father in triumph. Song Chen picked up a pen and was about to write two big words on his face. Lin Jingbei hid behind Lin Lu and said, "Mom, save me. Look at my dad."
Lin Lu: "Okay, okay, stop going crazy and stop throwing ink at me. I'm going to get mad."
Of course Song Chen knew his wife's temper, so he put away the brushes and ink, spread the writings of several people on the ground and waited for the ink to drain.
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The 30th day.
After breakfast, the family of three was responsible for pasting the Spring Festival couplets. The ones posted at the gate of the courtyard were written by Lin Jingbei, as he had to have some face. The ones he and Lin Lu wrote were posted on the doors of their rooms, as long as their families could see them.
He thought it was ugly yesterday, but today, maybe he looked at it from a different angle and thought it was still okay.
This year's New Year's Eve dinner will be at Third Brother Song's house, and Li Xianglian plans to cook a few dishes for him.
I bought the ingredients yesterday, so it’s easy to make today.
The whole family went there after hearing the sound of firecrackers in the afternoon.
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