Even though they had only been apart for about a year, An Lin's eyes began to well up with tears as he looked at his father's back.
What's with all that white hair? He's only fifty years old!
His white hair was intermingled with his black hair, making him appear particularly eye-catching, like silver needles stabbing into An Lin's heart.
It had only been a year, what could have happened to cause such a drastic change in his father?
An Mingchuan cooked a bowl of spicy noodles in his room before turning on the TV and eating the noodles.
He really enjoyed watching TV while eating noodles. He felt that the sizzling sound of the noodles was more appetizing when paired with the sound of the TV.
Even now, some of his habitual actions didn't seem to have changed at all.
For example, before eating noodles, he would rub his hands together for no apparent reason before picking up his chopsticks.
A familiar feeling welled up in An Lin's heart upon seeing this.
When he was younger, he would also imitate his father's actions before eating noodles and rub his hands together for no apparent reason.
His mother would stand off to the side and watch the two of them rub their hands together in amusement.
It was a very heartwarming feeling, but it was a pity that this scene could never be repeated again.
On the TV, the beautiful host was broadcasting an entertainment news.
"Yesterday, a mysterious singer by the name of An Lin appeared at Dongfang Xue's Asia Tour Concert.
"One of his songs, 'Daoist Scripture', caused a huge stir at the concert.
"Now, this song has quickly become the number one song on all of the major music charts.
"Now, let's enjoy this' Daoist Scripture 'together!"
An Mingchuan's hands trembled slightly upon hearing this news.
He raised his head and stared intently at the TV.
The image changed to the concert venue, and a familiar face appeared before him.
An Mingchuan's eyes were wide open, and wrinkles appeared on his forehead as his breathing quickened.
An Lin started off by singing a cappella, and his beautiful voice was transmitted through the TV.
His clear voice was tinged with a hint of vicissitudes, and the beautiful melody drifted throughout the entire room.
If one didn't listen to the 'Daoist Scripture' at the concert venue, they would miss out on the concept of Dao.
However, this' Daoist Scripture 'was already top-notch just from the melody alone.
Therefore, after it was spread to the internet through the media, it still ushered in a wave of explosive listenership.
The freshly cooked noodles were still emitting hot steam.
The slurping sound of noodles disappeared in the room, leaving only An Lin's singing.
The noodles between An Mingchuan's chopsticks had already turned cold, but he didn't notice.
It was unknown whether he was intoxicated by the song or intoxicated by the familiar figure.
Finally, on the TV, An Lin held hands with the zither-playing beauty.
He bowed slightly to the audience and slowly left the stage amidst the thunderous applause.
The television screen switched back to the host, who began to comment on the song and the phenomenon it caused.
An Mingchuan came to his senses and excitedly picked up his phone before dialing that familiar number again.
"Sorry, the number you have dialed is unavailable …"
…
He put down his phone with a forlorn expression and picked up his chopsticks again. He lowered his head and sniffled as he rubbed his eyes. "Why are these noodles so spicy? It's getting into my nose and eyes …" he murmured.
An Lin also rubbed his eyes as he watched the figure continue to eat his noodles. Just like how his father rubbed his hands while eating noodles, his actions were as coordinated as ever.
Over the past year, he would often complain about how his father had screwed him over.
If it wasn't for this bastard of a father, he wouldn't have been forced to drop out of school and be tortured.
However, he had forgotten how his father had taken care of him in the past.
He didn't see how his father had lowered himself to the point of forsaking his dignity to borrow money.
He also didn't know why half of his father's hair had turned white in less than a year's time.
The only thing that An Lin knew was that his father would go to Hongda Construction and Investment Corporation every few days to beg President Zhang to release his son.
Although his father probably knew in his heart that his son was no longer there long ago …
…
That's right, his father's gambling habit was indeed a bastard.
But what had An Lin done for his father?
It seemed like he hadn't done a single thing for him up until now.
All of the burdens and pressure seemed to have been shouldered by his father alone …
…
"Knock knock knock."
An Mingchuan slowly stood up and opened the door when he heard the sound of knocking.
After opening the door, he was greeted by an extremely familiar face.
He froze as his hands gripped the door handle tightly, his hands trembling slightly.
"Lin … Little Lin, you're here?"
An Mingchuan's lips trembled as he stared blankly at the young man in front of him.
An Lin's eyes were a little red as he squeezed out a smile and lightly hammered the man's chest with his fist. "You gambling addict, I've finally found you! What, you're blocking the door and not letting me in? "
"Ah, come in, come in!" An Mingchuan was afraid that An Lin would run away, so he grabbed his hand and pulled out a chair.
Seeing An Lin sit down, An Mingchuan also sat down excitedly.
He stared at An Lin as if he were looking at some kind of beauty, unable to take his eyes off of him.
"Little Lin, are you hungry? Do you want daddy to make you a bowl of noodles? "An Mingchuan asked expectantly.
"Sure, I haven't had dinner yet." An Lin nodded.
Hearing this, An Mingchuan ran into the kitchen happily and began to busy himself.
An Lin's heart slowly calmed down as he looked at the busy figure in the kitchen and the fragrant aroma wafting through the air.
Soon, a bowl of piping hot noodles was brought over.
An Mingchuan's bowl was also filled with noodles. "I'll eat with you," he said with a smile.
The two of them sat at the same table and slurped down on the noodles. The chili peppers made their eyes turn red.
"Little Lin, I'm so sorry for putting you in that kind of situation …"
"You … go back to school! I'll think of a way to take care of everything else. I promise it won't affect your studies anymore! "An Mingchuan suddenly said.
An Lin raised his head and looked at his father. Something in his heart tugged at his heartstrings again.
"Dad, didn't you watch TV? I'm a famous singer now, it's fine even if I don't go to school," An Lin replied.
An Mingchuan immediately became anxious upon hearing this. "Little Lin, listen to me. Finish your studies first. Knowledge is the most important thing these days.
"With knowledge, you'll be able to live a good life no matter what happens.
"Look at me. Even though I lost my company, I can still earn a lot of money with my own abilities.
"With your dad here, you don't have to sing to earn money. We don't have to worry about not having enough money to spend. Go back and study!"
A smile appeared on his sun-tanned face as he spoke. His eyes shone brightly.
With dad here …
That's right, it feels so good to have someone to rely on …
No matter what happens, there's always someone to stand in front of you and shield you from the wind and rain.
It had been a long time since he had experienced such a feeling. It had been a year since he had come back.
An indescribable sense of warmth welled up in his heart as he looked at his elderly father saying these words.
A smile appeared on An Lin's face, but the tears that were welling up in his eyes continued to flow uncontrollably.
He felt like this was his home. This was where he belonged.
…
An Lin was a cultivator, so he could sense his father's physical condition.
Working day and night had already worn out his father's body.
His elderly features and his half-white hair were the result of overwork and mental stress.
If he allowed his father to continue like this, then what the f * ck was the point of him cultivating?!
An Lin gripped his father's hand tightly and spoke with an extremely determined expression.
"Dad, I'll take care of you from now on!"
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