Fortunately, good news finally came. Song Nan was a talented kid and had been accepted as the professor's last disciple.
When the phone call came, Song Yuan and his wife were completely at a loss, and then they encountered another problem.
What should I give as a gift to my teacher?
Although Song Nan only asked them to go and meet the teacher over the phone, they had to buy gifts.
In fact, parents from poor families do not understand the ways of the world. In their opinion, giving teachers something they think is good can prove their intentions, so that others can take care of their children.
But teachers in the city are used to seeing good things, so they probably don’t think so.
After much deliberation and searching through all the things the whole family could afford, I finally chose the watches I would give to Song Qinqin and Song Yuan during this year's Chinese New Year.
Hearing that it was a foreign brand, Song Yuan was worried about losing it, so he kept it well in a drawer.
This is the only presentable thing in the house.
The night before departure, the two of them came to the Lin family to get some scriptures.
Xu Zhaodi felt that she was not very good at speaking and didn't know what to say when she met the teacher.
Lin Lu is not a smart person, and his speaking skills are not very good. He usually just speaks the truth.
Song Chen, who says one thing to one person and another thing to another, can be taught a few tricks.
He dragged Song Chen to him, leaning back in his chair, and said nonchalantly, "Just eat with others openly and give gifts openly. Speak slowly, think it over in your mind before you speak, don't be shy, and don't smile at others after you finish speaking."
He thinks that speaking slowly tends to make people think you're a thoughtful person, and looking people in the eye will also make them like you better. It's okay to smile, but don't smile awkwardly after you finish speaking, as that will make people think you're stingy.
Song Yuan retorted, "Speak slower? Won't others think I'm a stutterer or a fool?"
He deliberately slowed down his speaking speed as Song Chen had instructed.
Like a fool indeed.
Li Xianglian couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Song Chen: "I told you to slow down, not to talk like a snail. Think about how Lin Lu usually talks, and you can learn from him."
This was all observed by Song Chen. Lin Lu spoke at a relatively slow pace, and coupled with her usual calm expression, she looked like a very intelligent person.
Xu Zhaodi understood, "I understand, let me see if I can do it now."
She smiled and met Lin Lu's gaze, imitating her usual tone of voice.
"Teacher, thank you for taking my Xiaonan in. He loves drawing. Whenever he has some free time, he secretly paints in his room. His father and I have never studied art, so we don't know how good he is. This may have delayed him a bit over the years, but he is a very hardworking child. I believe that as long as he is given the opportunity, he will definitely learn well in the future."
There was gratitude and humility in the words, and they contained a mother's affectionate desire for her child.
Lin Lu reassured them, "Third sister-in-law, don't be too nervous. Everyone speaks differently. You might as well do what makes you feel comfortable. Sincerity is the most effective weapon. As long as the teacher likes Xiaonan, he will like you without you having to do anything."
Xu Zhaodi clenched her fists, feeling a little scared when she thought about tomorrow's scene. "I'm afraid I'll say something wrong and embarrass the child."
Lin Lu: "It's okay. You're always so nice to talk to, and it makes people feel comfortable. Adjust your mindset and just treat it as an ordinary dinner."
How can they not be nervous? This is a major matter concerning the child's future. They are worried that they will ruin the teacher's impression of the child.
I've been constipated for two days.
But for many things, you still have to experience them yourself before you know how to adjust.
There is no empathy in the world.
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The car factory is still under construction, and there is a lot of work going on at Song Chen's brick factory, so I have to go and check it out every day.
With economic conditions improving in recent years, many families have saved money to build houses, and brick factories are often in short supply. There's only one brick factory in several towns, and people are lining up to get their hands on it.
During those busy days, another letter arrived from Kyoto.
Feng Heng asked for the specialties made by Li Xianglian and photos just like last time, and this time he asked for Lin Jingbei to be included in the photo as well.
Although we took family photos last time, we sent them all over and specifically sent the ones that didn't include Lin Jingbei.
It's all for the sake of protecting the child. I'm worried that the woman might do something extreme.
Now that she knows everything, there's no need to hide it.
All the photos this time were taken by Song Chen. Since he got this camera, he has become obsessed with one more thing. After finishing work every day, he is eager to improve his photography skills.
Her biggest interest is taking pictures of forest deer, but she doesn't seem to be very interested in taking pictures.
Song Chen often took pictures of her secretly. There were peaceful pictures of her sleeping, and pictures of her laughing happily. She didn't cry much, and even if she did, Song Chen didn't dare to take out his camera and ask her to wait and take a picture, or he would be beaten to death by his wife.
Although he thought his wife was beautiful when she cried.
Is this something that can be said?
hey-hey.
After Song Chen took the photos, he took them to the photo studio and asked them to develop them.
At the same time, he also asked Lin Lu to develop many of his photos. He happily bought a big photo album and put all of Lin Lu's photos in it. This was an album that belonged solely to Lin Lu.
It cost more than ten dollars just to develop Lin Lu's photos, and they already occupy most of the album.
The other book only contained a few photos of him and Lin Jingbei.
…
In the afternoon, after lunch and preparing to take a nap, he took the photo album on his lap and slowly admired it.
He took a picture and asked Lin Lu with great satisfaction: "Don't you think this picture of mine is really good? The light and shadow are captured perfectly. She looks like a goddess."
It was a picture of Lin Lu sitting in the sun with his back to the sun, reading a book. Song Chen thought it was warm and beautiful, so he took the camera and took a picture of it.
Lin Lu felt that this person was possessed by a demon and would not stop filming once he started.
"Next time I go to the bathroom, do you want to take a picture?"
Song Chen pinched her face and said, "What are you talking about? I took pictures of you because I like you. People say it's called a record, you know? When we're old, we can look back and see, hey, this is what we looked like when we were young. And let those kids see how well-matched their grandparents were back then."
Song Chen felt that if he practiced for a few more years, he would also be able to participate in the competition.
Lin Lu: "Thank you so much. Give me the camera tomorrow and I'll take more pictures for you. It's embarrassing that you always take pictures of me. Let me make love to you too."
Song Chen: That’s great.
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