Lin Rui was speechless.
You mean your son is just a porter? You don't really think he could write something like this?
Listening to Lin Changhe slowly and methodically express his own views, Lin Rui couldn't refute him, so he could only keep his head down and occasionally pick up a grape from the fruit plate on the table and take a bite.
"There are rumors online that your book will be adapted into a TV series. Is that true?"
Lin Changhe said with interest, "Besides fishing and taking walks, I usually stay at home. If I want to play chess, I can't find anyone I know. I can only play against people online. But nowadays there are too many people using cheats. I don't even know if the other person is a real person or a robot. It's not fun."
"Judging from your tone, you're thinking of getting a minor role?"
Lin Rui was somewhat puzzled.
"Extra?"
Lin Changhe stood up directly: "Well, son, you've grown wings, haven't you? Your old man used to be in a cultural troupe when he was young, how come you can only play a minor role? The role of Cao Cao is quite suitable for me. You can play Cao Zhi or something and continue to be my son."
Lin Rui: ...
Listening to Lin Changhe's vivid self-indulgent narration, Lin Rui was so frightened that he didn't dare to express his opinion.
Just then, Dong Juan returned home with fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and soy milk. Seeing Lin Changhe talking so enthusiastically, she didn't disturb him but stood behind him, listening with interest.
Perhaps he was a little tired from talking, Lin Changhe picked up a cup of tea and drank it. At this moment, Dong Juan smiled and said, "At this age, you're still thinking about acting?"
After a pause, Dong Juan looked at Lin Rui and asked, "Son, do you think your dad is good enough to play Cao Cao? By the way, what does Cao Cao do?"
"A military strategist, a hero of his time."
Before Lin Rui could speak, Lin Changhe interrupted, "Courageous and resourceful, just my type."
Looking at Lin Changhe, it's almost as if he perfectly fits his character.
Dong Juan immediately became interested and, as soon as she put down her breakfast, asked, "Anything else?"
"I would rather betray the world than let the world betray me."
Lin Changhe continued to answer quickly: "Listen to that, how domineering!"
Is there anything else?
Dong Juan continued to press for answers.
This time, Lin Changhe didn't rush to answer. Instead, he started to think about whether there were any other highlights about the characters that he could mention.
Seeing this, Dong Juan turned to Lin Rui and said, "Son, you wrote the book, so you should know Cao Cao best. Doesn't he fit your father's character perfectly? If possible, let him give it a try. He's just idling at home anyway."
Upon hearing this, Lin Changhe couldn't help but sigh, "With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?"
"Son, tell me quickly."
"Really?"
Faced with Lin Changhe's urging, Lin Rui hesitated.
"Yes, tell me quickly."
Lin Changhe seemed very worried that Dong Juan would change her mind.
He had many wives and concubines, but he was most fond of widows.
Does this count?
Lin Changhe, who was originally excited and eager, was stunned.
In contrast, Dong Juan's smile became even brighter.
Lin Rui held a soy milk in his left hand and a fried dough stick in his right, chewing with relish, while occasionally glancing towards a certain direction on the second floor.
After having breakfast, Lin Rui patted his thigh, sent a message to Zheng Jing, and then dragged his suitcase out the door.
Before leaving, he shouted downstairs, but there was no response. It is estimated that Lin Changhe and Dong Juan are busy discussing the characteristics of Cao Cao. The two sides are probably at a stalemate and are looking for a strong entry point and argument.
"Xiao Rui, how long do you plan to stay in Italy this time?"
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