"Xixi, have you ever complained about your grandfather?"
There are two grandchildren in the room, so you can talk about everything without fear.
"Before complaining", the fingertips outline the old photos, and Yan Xi can’t help but recall some memories that have passed for many years.
I heard my mother say that when she was over one year old, she didn’t know what possessed her, so she loved to dig her father’s face with her fingers. Every time her father was a baby daughter, she wanted to touch him, and then she felt a pain in her face.
"When was it before?" The old lady asked after hearing the flash of eyes.
"That is, when I was still living in Canada with my parents and I was not picked up by my grandmother," said Yan Xi with a slight quiver of thick eyelashes. "Although my father told me that there are relatives in our family, they are all in China, but every year at Christmas, your grandmother will come to see us alone. I really doubted at that time that those relatives in my father’s mouth except your grandmother really existed."
"What about Grandpa? He hasn’t even been here once."
"What, he doesn’t care about my dad?"
"What? I asked my father to take my mother and me back to S, but he said he couldn’t go back."
For three consecutive years, what Yanxi does not belong to the type of emotional exposure, but often the less emotional exposure, the more fierce and ruthless it is. Gentle and courteous Gao Qian
It’s as if the dam burst suddenly, and the emotion of the dam washed away like water.
"Xixi, in fact, your grandfather never ignored your father, whether he was in S city or Canada."
The old lady Yan once raised her hand to Master Yan and promised that she would not tell the secret of the other party.
old fellow
I know you will forgive me for breaking my word this time.
"Your grandfather, the man who speaks plainly, is a knife mouth and a bean curd heart." When he arrived at Master Yan, he had an impulse to gush, but the old lady Yan endured it because she was white. That’s not the theme now.
"He would rather do something thankless behind his back than take credit for himself in front of others."
After a pause, the old lady turned to ask, "Xixi, do you remember what made your father famous in foreign architecture?"
"Of course I remember this." I didn’t need to search for Yanxi in my head for half a second, and immediately blurted out, "It was because a mysterious buyer bought a pair of my father at a small-scale art exhibition."
Before the age of five, Yan Xi’s family lived in Canada, which was not a well-off society but a tight one.
Relying on a talented but unknown father to constantly create design drawings in exchange for low pay, relying on a mother who is half a tutor and half a nanny to take care of children for local people.
Although Mrs. Yan offered to give them financial help more than once, she was extremely strong. Yan Zhiwen would rather draw pictures all night than accept it
At this point, he and master Yan have developed a perfect tacit understanding. Even if the father and father published the so-called severance in person, the genes left by God could not be changed.
"It was such a sensation at that time that even Canadian newspapers reported it."
The success of an architect does not depend entirely on his personal ability, just as Van Gogh’s painter was not noticed by the world when he was alive, but he became a treasure after his death.
You must have strength before you have luck.
but
The former can be achieved by one’s own efforts, but the latter can be met but not sought.
"Since then, many Canadian enterprises and wealthy people have taken the initiative to invite dad to design office buildings or private villas, and dad’s manuscripts have jumped from worthless to luxury."
Yan Xi, who has always regarded his father’s number one idol, is proud.
"Have you ever wondered whether that mysterious buyer with deep pockets is sacred?"
"Curious, but curious? What can foreign galleries do? The most important thing is to keep secrets from customers. Dad wants to know, too, but he can’t get a thing or two after asking questions."
Just as a good horse needs Bole, an architect needs Bole, otherwise he will be depressed with his talent until the day of his death.
Yan Zhiwen is a savior for inspiring to create a personal card.
Without his appreciation, his talent will always be buried, and his wife and baby daughter will continue to suffer the evolution of the soul city.
