Chapter 424: Chapter 423 My Daughter, My Daughter, My Daughter is Just My Daughter
Lin Nianhe wasn’t wrong, the large package from Head Flower had indeed already been delivered to the Lin Family, but Mr. Lin had been busy with work at the office for the past few days and had not gone ho, and Aunt Lin had recently been out on work for won’s affairs, traveling to Shanghai.
Now, Mr. Lin finally caught a break from work, and the first thing he did upon returning ho was to open the package.
Mr. Lin unwrapped eight layers of oil paper, and couldn’t help saying to Mr. Su, who was also without his wife at ho to cook for him, “Look, how thoughtful my girl is. It’s been raining a lot in Beijing recently. If she hadn’t wrapped it so tightly, it definitely would’ve gotten wet.”
Mr. Su lifted his eyelids slightly: “Ah, right, right, good daughter. When Hehe cos back, I’m gonna coax her away to beco my daughter.”
Mr. Lin stopped unwrapping the package.
He looked at Mr. Su, and suddenly a handgun fell out from his waist accidentally.
Mr. Su: “…”
Back in the day, when he coaxed Lin Huaizhou to call him grandpa, this guy didn’t even draw a gun. Now he just wants Hehe to call him dad once, and he’s ready to turn hostile?
Mr. Lin smiled sinisterly, bent over to pick up the gun, and slapped it on the coffee table: “Ah, look at this, I’m getting old and even my hands are trembling!”
Mr. Su cleared his throat awkwardly, changing the subject: “I heard a few days ago that the Cultural Troupe is going to recruit after the new year. This ti Hehe cos back, why not stop her from leaving again?”
Seeing that his threat was understood, Mr. Lin stopped dwelling on it and said, “Yes, Old Wen ca to today, he plans to send his two girls to the Cultural Troupe as well.”
“The two girls from the Wen Family, they always speak gently and softly, and they seem to sing quite well?”
“Yes, Old Wen’s girls are like younger sisters, gentle in nature. Old Wen just wants to keep them close, within sight, so he won’t have to worry about the kids getting bullied.” Mr. Lin nodded and continued to unwrap another oil paper package, “But the Cultural Troupe won’t recruit until March, Old Wen is considering arranging a dical discharge for them.”
Mr. Su leaned on the sofa, took a sip of tea before saying: “Speaking of dical discharge, Hehe should be the first to get it arranged. The child has been frequently ill since she was young. When she returns for the New Year, don’t let her go back. Let her rest at ho, and when March cos and the Cultural Troupe is recruiting… I rember Hehe plays the violin particularly well. She hasn’t touched a bow for half a year, so once she’s back, you might consider sending her to the Cultural Troupe for so practice first.”
“Mm, I’ve spoken with Old Wen about it, and when the ti cos, I’ll have the Wen Family’s younger sisters bring her into the troupe.” As Mr. Lin spoke, he couldn’t help but sigh with relief, “Honestly, I’m not worried about Huaizhou being out and about, but I start missing my daughter as soon as she gets on the train…”
As he spoke, Mr. Lin’s eyes reddened.
He gestured with his hand, his voice quivering slightly: “The first ti I saw my girl, she was already three months old, just this tiny, not even as big as other babies born full-term… If I hadn’t been seriously injured and frightened Zirui back then, she wouldn’t have been born prematurely, and she and her mother wouldn’t have suffered so much…”
Mr. Su patted Mr. Lin’s shoulder: “Alright, the child is all grown up now, you can’t bla yourself for what happened back then.”
Mr. Lin wiped his eyes and continued: “I owe my girl. I originally planned for her to join the Cultural Troupe after high school graduation, but who knew this year it’d be so coincidental, not a single spot available… Actually, Zirui even found soone for a spot exchange, but I didn’t agree… My girl must have suffered so much this past half a year!”
Mr. Su didn’t know how to comfort his old friend; he knew Mr. Lin, Nianhe was the apple of his eye, his little treasure. If it wasn’t for lack of options, how could he bear to send his child away?
Mr. Su could only say: “Alright, alright, the child will be back in less than two months, and this ti when she cos back, don’t let her leave again. If there’s anything difficult to handle, just tell . We brothers have been through life and death together for so many years, your daughter is my daughter.”
Mr. Lin imdiately beca calm: “My daughter is my daughter, even if we go through life and death together for another forty years, she couldn’t possibly beco yours.”
Mr. Su: “…”
Mr. Lin wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes and unwrapped the last layer of oil paper.
Inside this package, however, was not Head Flower, but a packet of plump, round hazelnuts.
Comrade Old Lin suddenly got spirited, slapping Mr. Su on the shoulder, “Hey! Look, look, my girl sent hazelnuts!”
Mr. Su: “…”
He definitely shouldn’t have co today!
Comrade Old Lin took a hazelnut, placed it in his mouth to crack it with his molars, picked out the nut at, and popped it into his mouth, smiling like Maitreya Buddha: “Oh, my girl is so filial! It’s got to be the fragrant hazelnuts from the Northeast, so delicious… What are you doing, Old Su? Your ho isn’t lacking hazelnuts, right? Yuncheng has been in the Northeast for over two years now, go ask your son for so!”
Mr. Su clenched his teeth with a sneer at the corner of his mouth: “Huaizhou has been in the Northwest for several months now, hasn’t he? Has he sent you any local specialties from there?”
“Ah? You remind , I’ll have to ask about that tomorrow. That boy hasn’t called for months, not sure if he’s still alive.”
“That’s the right attitude. Over the years, I’ve always treated the rascal as if he’s dead sowhere outside.”
…
The two who are thought to be dead by their dear fathers are currently in quite different circumstances.
Major Su is now inside a warm cabin, helping his darling open a can—the lid was too tight, and although Miss Lin from the Lin Family could disable soone’s arm with a single cut, it’s quite normal for her to struggle with a can lid.
Major Lin is also opening a can, but he has neither a heated brick bed nor a girl by his side—
“This is the last can. If we don’t break through this, we’ll starve to death before they even attack.”
He has lost a lot of weight, his lips are bloodless, and a blood mark about an inch long on his left cheek has already frozen.
“Co on, gather all the dry rations, eat up and we’ll go flip those bastards’ den!”
…
Mr. Lin cracked through more than twenty hazelnuts, his cheeks throbbing with sourness before he stopped.
The love of a daughter, ah, truly fragrant, just a bit hard on the teeth.
Mr. Su glanced at him, stood up, walked to the door, and took a hamr from the cupboard.
Mr. Lin with a look of disdain: “You can tell you don’t have a daughter, how could the love of my daughter be opened with a cold, unfeeling hamr?”
Mr. Su: “…”
Mr. Lin chuckled as he threw the hazelnut shells into the trash can, wiped his hands, then picked up a paper wrapped with the character “蘭” on it. He unwrapped it and exclaid, “It’s really worthy of being a Head Flower made by my daughter, so pretty…”
Mr. Su rolled his eyes and said, “Let choose one, my wife likes these kinds of things.”
“Eh? You’re blatantly robbing !”
“Blatantly then. If you’re capable, blow away…”
“Old Su, that’s not right. Put that down, Zirui will definitely look good with that!”
“There are hundreds of them! Why do you insist on taking the one my wife wants?”
“…”
…
“Aqiu—Aqiu—”
Lin Nianhe, holding a can of peaches, sneezed until her nose felt sour.
Su Yuncheng was about to leave, but when he heard her sneeze, he turned back. He placed his hand on her forehead to check her temperature and frowned, “Caught a cold?”
“No, maybe my dad is missing .”
Lin Nianhe rubbed her nose and muttered softly with a spoon in her hand: “I suddenly feel like I’m being plotted against… there’s a chill down my spine.”
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