Entertainment: Becoming a superstar from the yearning

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The Rock Treeman took out a key and opened the drawer.

In the drawer, there is only one photo, in color.

The photo is a group photo of three generations of grandparents and grandchildren living in the same house. The old man can tell that it is Yanshuren himself, and his appearance is not much different from his current appearance.

There was also a young man holding a child, just like the rock tree man Ye Chen had seen holding his child on the tea table before, their faces were similar.

"This is a photo we took together when my son came back with his wife and children ten years ago."

Staring at the photo in his hand, Yanshuren recalled: "Ten years, I call him every Chinese New Year, he said I am busy with work, I understand."

"However, I don't know whether he can have enough to eat these years, whether he knows how to wear long johns when it's cold."

"Even, even his current appearance, I can only imagine through photos..."

"Don't blame me for being cold to you, I didn't even think about how to entertain you when I accepted your gifts."

"I really... don't know how to get along with people your age."

"Over the years, my son has actually given me a lot of money, tens of thousands every year."

"He doesn't know that all the money I've received over the years has been used to buy teaching materials for school children, eggs and milk to supplement their nutrition, including the milk you brought. I also collected it for the children."

"That's not what I need. I just want to see him, cook him three meals a day, and take the trouble to make him wear more clothes."

Ye Chen has always felt that his ability to handle affairs is good, at least he thinks he is smart enough.

But when he saw the old man in front of him crying, his raised hands slowly fell down, and he didn't know what words he should use to comfort the rock tree man.

Empty nesters are still a serious and contradictory topic.

Work and family are like fish and bear's paw, human beings never seem to be able to have both.

The money in the big city is spent in the big city, and I go back to my hometown to work, but I am not reconciled. I always feel that I am almost able to succeed, and this is the case year after year.

Ye Chen is also one of them. His parents are in his hometown in the south of the Yangtze River. He went to school in the capital by himself. Have not been back.

Ye Chen could understand the feelings of the rock tree man, and put himself in the shoes of the rock tree man. If he were a rock tree man, he would do the same, and even became more irritable.

But in this world, there is no real empathy.

Don't persuade others to be kind to others without suffering.

"Uncle." Zhang Zifeng handed over a piece of tissue with red eyes.

Hearing these words made her feel even more uncomfortable than Ye Chen. In the past few years, she has been busy working during the day and studying at night, and even the time spent on phone calls with her parents has been shrinking.

The Rock Treeman took the tissue paper to dry his eyes, "I'll show you a joke."

"would not."

Zhang Zifeng cried, "Uncle, just treat us as your children, and we will visit you often."

The rock tree man shook his head, sighed, and locked the photo into the drawer again. What was locked at the same time was the sad memory.

Without seeing the photos, the Yanshuren seemed to be in a much better mood, perhaps because of venting.

He closed the door and brought Ye Chen and Zhang Zifeng back to the living room.

After a long time, Ye Chen took a look at the sky outside, guessed that it was almost noon, and the rock tree people also needed to be quiet, so he got up and said goodbye and went back to the mushroom house.

"If you don't dislike it, you can come to the old man for some simple food in the future if you have nothing to do."

Ye Chen who came to the threshold froze, he turned his head and nodded heavily: "As long as you don't think we bother you!"

"Let's go." The old man lay down on the old man's chair again.

The noon sun shone on his body, and the wrinkles on his face were like trees, full of long history and mystery.

Ye Chen took Zhang Zifeng for a salute, and left the residence of the Yanshu people.

On the way back to the mushroom house, a group of children who had just finished school walked in the opposite direction to Ye Chen.

When they passed by Ye Chen and Zhang Zifeng, perhaps because they hadn't watched variety shows, they didn't recognize them.

He just raised his head for a casual look and quickly looked away, as if he was curious about why their clothes were more glamorous than the people in the village. Then these memories faded away, and they chatted about interesting things among classmates.

"Yesterday, the test results came out, and I got full marks for my composition."

"So what, the total score is still not as high as mine."

"I got perfect marks in math!"

"So what, the total score is still not as high as mine."

"You have a high score, aren't you?"

"If you have the ability, your total score surpasses me!"

"Tch, you can't hit me with glass balls, I earned you two balls this morning."

"You wait in the afternoon, if my mother insisted on forcing me to go to tutoring, I would win it back now!"

"Hey, my dad also forced me to go to tutoring, and asked me to talk to the teacher more."

"My mother told me the same thing. She also said that if the teacher offers eggs, eat eggs and drink milk. Don't refuse. I'm not stupid. I will definitely eat something delicious. Why should she teach me, haha."

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Hearing the chirping from behind, Ye Chen looked back at the child, and then at the stone house not far away, thoughtfully.

It seems that the old man Yanshuren has taught books all his life, but he has forgotten that he still has many "children" to accompany him.

With a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, Ye Chen teased Zifeng's younger sister who was still depressed beside him: "The children don't seem to recognize you as a big star."

"There are few TVs in the village, and they are still focusing on learning, so it's no wonder they recognize me."

Zhang Zifeng shook his head indifferently, and asked with some uncertainty: "Just before I left, I seemed to see him smiling?"

Ye Chen nodded with a smile and said, "I saw it too. Regardless of his age, he is still shy."

"Let's visit him often in the future."

"it is good!"

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