Bai Ronglin smiled and said, "Do you remember going to grandpa's house today?"

Ling Chen struggled on the bed for a while before getting up.

Today was going back to his grandfather's house, Bai Ronglin took it very seriously and changed his clothes several times because Ling Chen gnawed his neck.

Ling Chen was also a little embarrassed to see the old clothes he was wearing. Human desire is like a devil, it will come out unscrupulously in the dark night, and it can't stop the car.

Ling Chen touched his stomach, he didn't know how to look at it.

The two went to Mr. Ling's house for lunch, took a short rest, and started making violins. Ling Chen came here to learn how to make this from Mr. Ling. Mr. Ling wanted to teach him before, but Ling Chen preferred music more than the instrument itself.

After making sure that his stomach was okay, Mr. Ling took him and Bai Ronglin to the back garden. Mr. Ling's house was mostly flowers and trees, and there were tall trees, two of which were spruces.

There is a sign hanging on the tree. Every time Ling Chen comes here, he can’t help but look at the tree in the back garden. There is nothing special about this tree. The bark is like fish scales, very rough. It is not an ornamental tree, but because of its age, so a medal was awarded.

Mr. Ling also liked these two trees, and built a small seat for drinking tea next to the two trees. He often came here to cool off in spring and summer.

Although a lot of pine needles have fallen under this tree in winter, it is still evergreen, which is quite rare in this season. Bai Ronglin also took a picture of the trunk this time, and looked up: "The tree is 200 years old,Sure enough, he looks like he has entered the Qingyun."

Mr. Ling smiled and said, "When I bought this house, I fell in love with this old tree."

Ling Chen raised his eyebrows. Others choose Fengshui when buying a house, but the old man chooses trees, which is really different.Ling Chen knew why he did this, the scale spruce tree is the best material for making musical instruments.

As big as a piano, as small as a guqin and a violin, the wood used for the better piano is the oldest spruce tree.

The old man has dealt with this kind of tree all his life, and he has feelings for this kind of tree. Sure enough, old man Ling said: "When I was young, I worked in the wood factory in Subei, and I stayed there for five or six years. Subei is our country.The largest forest, and spruce trees account for more than half of it, and it is also the most precious wood in it. Let me tell you, I am a qualified carpenter, and I was valued by my master later, and I followed him to make musical instruments, and then I embarked on the music fieldway."

He talked about his work experience very proudly, but Ling Chen, his grandson, hit him: "Grandpa, you just make musical instruments, and have nothing to do with 'taking the road of music'."

Mr. Ling was taken aback by what he said: "It doesn't matter?"

Bai Ronglin took Ling Chen's shoulders: "Grandpa raised you? Isn't that the same?"

Mr. Ling immediately said: "Exactly! Did the teacher praise you on the show last night? Could it be that I trained you?"

Ling Chen sat on the tea seat and poured him tea: "Thank you, Grandpa, for your training."

Only then did Mr. Ling smile: "That's not too bad. I don't know much about music, but I dare to call myself an expert in making musical instruments for musicians! From the most basic selection of wood to pure hand-made, I have no problem!"

Mr. Ling is definitely not exaggerating, so Bai Ronglin told him: "Grandpa, you are the most powerful musical instrument maker I know. If your craftsmanship goes to the competition, it will definitely rank among the best."

The international rankings of famous musical instruments are all made up of hype, and there are companies behind them. Mr. Ling never participated in this kind of publicity, but his craftsmanship is not inferior to those masters. Just look at Ling Chen's violin.I can feel it.

Mr. Ling's face was full of smiles, and he said modestly: "No, how can I compare with those masters, I just know how to choose materials..."

Seeing him smiling from ear to ear, Ling Chen secretly clicked his tongue, Bai Ronglin is so good at talking, he can coax his grandfather into a smile every time he comes.Bring him here a few more times in the future.

The old man was so happy being coaxed by Bai Ronglin, he talked to them about musical instruments:

"The most important thing for a musical instrument is the selection of wood. If there is a chance, I will take you to get acquainted with it."

Bai Ronglin nodded to him: "Okay grandpa, I also heard from my grandpa that you are very familiar with the environment there, and you almost regard it as your home."

What Bai Ronglin said was a little sentimental, Mr. Ling had to go to the forest many times a day, that's why he was able to find him when he rescued his grandfather that time, and carried him out of the forest.

His grandfather has always remembered the endless old forest, and also remembered the moment when Mr. Ling appeared in front of him, so he mentioned it to him countless times to let him remember this kindness, but Mr. Ling did notHe didn't care too much, he even rarely mentioned that past event, just like now, he only mentioned this matter to introduce materials to Ling Chen.

At this moment, Mr. Ling thought about it after listening to his words. He looked at the spruce tree with a look of fascination, and after a while he looked away and said regretfully: "Hey, I haven't been there in the past two years. My legs and feet are not good enough.It's neat."

Bai Ronglin looked at him and said slowly: "Grandpa, I can go in the future. I will go once a year. I also visited our factory. The places where the materials are collected are all together. I will leave it to Ling Chen and me in the future."

His grandfather had long wanted him to help old man Ling manage the factory, but the old man never asked for help and never bothered him.But it's different now, he and Ling Chen are married, they are a family, he can't let Ling Chen run the timber factory by himself in the future.

Mr. Ling heard him say that and looked at him and Ling Chen. Ling Chen knew what he meant. He was afraid of troublesome Bai Ronglin. Their musical instrument factory is very small, compared with the Bai family.Too much light on the Bai family.

Ling Chen glanced at Bai Ronglin, and Bai Ronglin just looked at him and smiled, Ling Chen believed him now, so he turned his head and nodded to the old man: "Grandpa, I will go to the factory with him in the future, so you can rest assured."

Old Master Ling said repeatedly: "Okay, okay, I will trouble my nephew, Ling Chen is an amateur now, and he doesn't even know where the timber factory is."

Although the old man said the truth, but he didn't give him any face, Ling Chen couldn't help but said: "Grandpa, don't I want to learn from you?"

Mr. Ling laughed: "Okay, you learn, I think you have great potential, and you will definitely like this line of work. If nothing else, just look at your performance when you were young."

The old man turned his head and patted another spruce tree next to his seat and said to Bai Ronglin, "Rong Lin, did I tell you that Ling Chen liked these two trees when he was a child, and I will give them back to him."Tie a swing frame to the tree, and he can play on it very well."

Ling Chen thought, don't all children like this?But Mr. Ling went on to say: "When he got older, he started to climb trees, and several of his pants were torn. This kind of fish scale pattern will wear out his pants..."

"Grandpa! It's such a trivial matter! Don't talk about it!"

Ling Chen couldn't stop seeing him talking about the embarrassing things about him when he was a child, and hurriedly called him, Mr. Ling and Bai Ronglin laughed together, really, what's so funny about it, which kid didn't climb a tree when he was young?!He still wants to dig out the bird's nest!

As soon as he finished thinking, Mr. Ling said, "He went up the tree to dig out the bird's nest."

Okay, complaining is the happiest thing. Seeing the two of them succeed like this, Ling Chen doesn't care. He first went to see the materials for the violin he was going to make today.

The violin is the simplest of musical instruments and easy to make.

Mr. Ling shouted to him: "Go and choose the materials first, let me see how much I can remember from what I taught you."

Mr. Ling likes to do handicrafts. The musical instruments in Ling Chen's room were all made by Mr. Ling himself, so there is a lot of wood in the back garden.

Ling Chen chose a big one. Although he didn't know how to choose the material, he knew that the thicker the tree, the better, and the sound quality from a complete piece of wood would be better.

After Uncle Zhou helped him saw off the selected materials, the remaining Ling Chen said that he could do it by himself. He could do the first step of shaving the wood, and his stomach was not in the way. He and Uncle Zhou were on the benchOne person sits at one end.

After getting started, found it very familiar, probably because he used to plan often. Sure enough, Uncle Zhou told him that the job he was most willing to do in the past was wood shavings, and he learned this by working for Mr. Ling.

Uncle Zhou said that he was like a hamster when he was sitting in a pile of wood flowers. Ling Chen couldn't refute, and now he planed a lot of wood flowers.

Ling Chen thought about why he wanted to be a hamster, because he liked the smell of this wood.The weather is warm today and there is no wind at all, but because of too much planing, the smell of spruce trees still came out. He took a deep breath, he liked it in the previous world, and he also likes it in this world, probably because the hamster gave birth to it..

Seeing that Uncle Zhou planed out another piece of beautiful curled wood flowers, he thought who wouldn't like this kind of wood flowers?

He smiled to Uncle Zhou: "I'm going to learn something else today and make the piano cover today."

Uncle Zhou also smiled at him: "Okay, the weather is fine today. I'll help you paint the piano cover when it's finished. It can be ventilated and dried overnight. You can make it tomorrow and take it home."

After he planed the wood, Mr. Ling and Bai Ronglin also came over to look at it after they finished talking. Mr. Ling told him, "Sure enough, I chose the biggest piece of wood for me. Don't waste it on me."

Ling Chen nodded to him: "Don't worry, the other piece can be used to make a guqin for you, and the piece I want can be used as a front and back cover."

"Okay, I'll watch you do it."

"I'll draw the lines, Grandpa, sit down." Bai Ronglin sat opposite Ling Chen and helped him draw the pattern.

"Okay." Mr. Ling sat next to him very reassuringly. Although the Bai family made pianos, these instruments were the basics, and Ronglin knew it too.

Sure enough, with his help, Ling Chen's violin case was ready around four o'clock in the afternoon.

The lacquer that Bai Ronglin put on was natural and didn't have much smell. Ling Chen sat on the side and watched it. Bai Ronglin painted it very carefully. The burgundy color was very beautiful in the setting sun.

The day on Saturday passed quickly, and at night they stayed at Mr. Ling's house, so they washed up and went to bed early, and there was no chance for Mr. Ling to play cards all night.

Going to bed early, Ling Chen was not sleepy, he lay down for a while and then turned sideways to look at Bai Ronglin.

Bai Ronglin was asleep with his eyes closed. He fell asleep yesterday. Today, Bai Ronglin asked him to go to bed early, and he also lay down with him, lying down very honestly.

Ling Chen didn't call him either, but just leaned close to him and smelled it lightly. Bai Ronglin used his shower gel, which was very light and could hardly be smelled, so the woody fragrance that Bai Ronglin carried gradually came out.up.

This smell is very familiar, no, it should be confirmed, the woody scent on Bai Ronglin's body is this kind of spruce tree.

He had a very light smell before, so he never remembered it, but after planing the wood all afternoon today, he finally confirmed it.

His grandfather has a little bit of this smell on his body when he planed wood all the year round. Bai Ronglin doesn't know if it is born with it or what is the matter. The smell is purer and longer than his grandfather's. This is probably why he put Bai RonglinWhen driftwood holds the reason.

I don't know whether to say that Bai Ronglin was unlucky, or this is fate.

Ling Chen watched Bai Ronglin go away for a while, and he didn't think much about going back now, and there was a high probability that he wouldn't be able to go back either.

I don't know what happened to his grandpa?Maybe it was because he knew that his inheritance was being robbed, so he didn't want to open his eyes.

Ling Chen didn't want to go back either, there would be nothing good in that world without Mr. Ling, and his 'father' was gone.

When Bai Ronglin opened his eyes, he stared at him in a daze for a long time. He must not be thinking about himself, because if he thought about it, he would directly attack him.

Bai Ronglin stretched out his hand and shook it in front of his eyes: "What are you thinking about?" Is it appropriate to think about something else to yourself?

Ling Chen came back to his senses: "You haven't fallen asleep yet?"

Bai Ronglin hummed softly: "I want you to develop some sleeping habits, but how can you fall asleep if you keep your eyes open? Do you think you are an owl?"

"You are the owl!" Ling Chen laughed out loud.

"Are you unable to sleep?" Bai Ronglin leaned closer to him, almost touching the tip of his nose, no matter how soft his voice was, the sound of air currents fluctuated, just like water ripples, Ling Chen trembled subconsciously, Bai Ronglin leaned too close to him,His facial features were blurred, Ling Chen simply closed his eyes, put his arms around his shoulders, and kissed him.

The feeling of kissing is so good, the woody smell of Bai Ronglin's body is strong and mellow in his nose, it smells so good.

It didn't take long for Ling Chen to kiss him until he was out of breath.Bai Ronglin hugged him, rubbed his back slowly and relentlessly, and softly said when Ling Chen was breathing, "Go to sleep."

Ling Chen slept until dawn. He found Bai Ronglin and his grandfather in the back garden. Seeing him coming, the old man waved to him: "Come quickly, take a look at the piano you finished yesterday. You can wind it today."

Bai Ronglin helped him take it off and handed it to him: "Very good, I'll help you later."

"it is good!"

Bai Ronglin really helped Ling Chen, moving wood and handing tools, while Mr. Ling was pointing at the side, watching the interaction between the two, he smiled gratifiedly.

The relationship between these two people is very good, and he was relieved that there was no estrangement due to what happened last time.

After dinner in the evening, Mr. Ling asked the two of them to go back.Before leaving, he told Ling Chen to go to bed early at night and not to stay up late like before.

To make Ling Chen look like a night owl, he is the real night owl,

Ling Chen took his hand and said, "Grandpa, you should go to bed early at night, and don't play cards for too long. Uncle Zhou, watch Grandpa."

Uncle Zhou agreed with a smile, and after Ling Chen and the others left, Uncle Zhou said to Mr. Ling, "I think Young Master Ling seems to have grown up, and he has become more cheerful, and loves to smile."

Grandpa Ling also smiled: "Yes, I also think he is happier."

It would be great if they can continue to be happy like this. hope they will overcome the hurdle of misunderstanding this time, and they will trust and tolerate each other in the future.

After taking a shower at night, Ling Chen was still not sleepy. Bai Ronglin was cutting his nails and toenails. Ling Chen didn't want to be helped. His stomach wasn't so big that he couldn't bend over.No, but Bai Ronglin won't let him move.

He cut them one by one, very carefully, the feet holding him were very itchy, and when the cuts were finally finished, Ling Chen couldn't help kicking him: "Okay, it's done!"

He kicked off Bai Ronglin's pajamas. The two of them looked at each other for a while. Ling Chen looked away first. Bai Ronglin's abdominal muscles were still there.yes.What are these thoughts!

He heard Bai Ronglin laughing low to him: "Go to bed first, I'll be back in a while."

Ling Chen didn't feel sleepy, he chatted with Lin Dong, Lin Dong said that his song became popular, and the company asked him to find time to record this single.

His popularity has not completely subsided, so some media came to film the art performance the night before yesterday, and it happened that Bai Ronglin was filming him as an accompaniment, so his song was copied and became popular.

This time his trending news didn't contain too much black material, except that he looked like a silly bird, and his black fans didn't find much fault with his music.

Some questioned his composition, and some questioned that he pulled Bai Ronglin to show off, but no one criticized his singing skills. Ling Chen also watched the program forwarded by their school on satellite TV, and he did not sing broken notes throughout the whole process, and performed normally.

So the comments are all good, most of them are: didn't expect Ling Chen to sing very well.

So Ling Chen also agreed to record it for him this week.

He also wants to post it on the Internet to see how many rankings his song can rank.

His strength and self-esteem are still there.

When Bai Ronglin came back from washing, he saw that he was still in high spirits, brushing his phone with inexplicably deep eyes, and Bai Ronglin stepped forward to look at him: "What are you looking at, so dignified?"

He was afraid that Ling Chen would get some bad comments again, but fortunately Ling Chen told him about the company's record.

The company is owned by Bai Ronglin, but the artist has a manager, and Ji Fei's decision cannot be vetoed by Bai Ronglin, so Bai Ronglin thought for a while and asked him: "Then do you want to record?"

Ling Chen looked up at him: "Think."

Bai Ronglin smiled and said, "Then record it."

Ling Chen, as he thought, has a stubborn personality, and he will not give up easily on the things he likes, and he is a person who becomes more courageous as he gets frustrated.

He didn't want Ling Chen to enter the entertainment circle because he was afraid that he would be attacked by black fans, but if Ling Chen liked it, if this was his lifelong hobby, then he would fully support him.

As always, he believed that Ling Chen, like the white bird in his song, had a pair of wings of hope and could soar in the sky one day.

A week later, Ling Chen's single was recorded, and the company promoted it for him. It was promoted in the same way as other artists. After two weeks, his song also entered the top ten of the chart.

On the ninth place, there are all popular film and television hits in front of it, and Ling Chen's single is very good.

Fans commented that with Bai Ronglin's lyrics, it's hard not to make it into the top ten, right?

Ling Chen looked at this comment, turned back and said to Bai Ronglin: "Look, after writing your name, they only talk about you. I sing very well too!"

Bai Ronglin was right behind him, embracing him, and at some point put him on his lap again, oh, maybe Ling Chen climbed up by himself, he sat on Bai Ronglin's lap very smoothly these days,Because Bai Ronglin always hooked his waist, thinking that he would be tired.

So Ling Chen was able to meet Bai Ronglin when he turned around, this time the distance was not too far, Bai Ronglin touched the tip of his nose as soon as he lowered his head slightly, and he kissed the corner of his lips when Ling Chen disliked him and was about to turn back.

Kissing is always addictive, he can't go too far on Ling Chen's body, overweight, so the kiss will be too much.

Ling Chen protested.

"don't want……"

It's a pity that the refusal that escaped from between the lips and teeth was quickly swallowed up, from a shallow kiss to a deep kiss, a deep kiss made people lack of oxygen, Ling Chen thought in a daze, he would definitely not tease Bai Ronglin next time.

He has been walking a tightrope recently, he always feels that Bai Ronglin is provocative, or he hasn't converted back in time the concept that Bai Ronglin is his father, he is willing to roll in his arms, thinking that Bai Ronglin is the same as beforeCan get used to him.

Oh, Bai Ronglin is still used to him, but there is more doting, yes, it is doting, Ling Chen is almost out of breath from his kisses, he is panting like he is drowning, this adjective is not accurate,Ling Chen was afraid of drowning, but Bai Ronglin kissed him until he suffocated, making him lazy, not afraid at all.

Ling Chen took a breath, and wanted to lie down on his hands and feet, not wanting to be on Bai Ronglin's lap, but Bai Ronglin only helped him up, but didn't let him get off the ground, and hugged him in his arms.

Kissing his hair once and for all, Ling Chen is nestled in his arms, he has freedom of movement, but it is limited to this freedom, Bai Ronglin's doting is getting deeper and deeper, Ling Chen sometimes feels jealous, Bo Ronglin must be because of the child in his stomach.

But Ling Chen didn't think about it, how could this kind of deep doting be just because of the child?When Bai Ronglin lost control of the kiss, he wanted to pin Ling Chen on the bed.

No one can stand the provocation of his wife, no matter how perfect Bai Ronglin is, he also has selfish desires.

Ling Chen didn't quite understand why he lost control, but Bai Ronglin knew that his imprisonment of Ling Chen was due to his own worries.

Ever since Ling Chen fell into the water, he has looked at Ling Chen like an eyeball, he will never let it go if he can hold it, and he will never hold it in his palm if he can hold it in his mouth.

After such a fight, Ling Chen had already forgotten what he was going to fight with Bai Ronglin. He didn't really want to be jealous of Bai Ronglin, but he just acted coquettishly and refused to say directly that he liked Bai Ronglin's writing too much.Just like those fans, he was amazed by the words written by Bai Ronglin.

He mercifully said to Bai Ronglin: "Well, I will forgive you if I ask you to write the next poem for me."

Bai Ronglin smiled: "Okay, it's a great honor."

He pecked the corner of Ling Chen's lips, and said softly, "Let me be popular with you again."

Ling Chen blushed again, don't know if it was from pride or something else, Bai Ronglin's voice was so magical, his ears were itchy, so he had to turn his head to the side, the sun was shining brightly outside the window, as if the sun was shining on his face.

Ling Chen was so hot, he pointed outside and said to Bai Ronglin, "I'll go to the garden to have a look."

Oh, it's okay to go out for a walk properly, Bai Ronglin put him down and said to him: "Okay, I'll accompany you."

Ling Chen snorted softly: "I'll go by myself, I'm in the garden, and I can't lose it!"

Getting rid of Bai Ronglin, Ling Chen finally took a breath and stretched himself in the garden. The breeze was blowing on him, making the smile on his face relaxed. He looked at the garden for a long time, and he wanted to stand by himself for a while.

Spring is here, and the flowers are in full bloom. Almost all the flowers in this rose garden are blooming. Deng Bo will trim them neatly every winter, so the flowers bloom neatly in spring.

Now, there are clusters of flowers, one by one closely next to each other, swaying gently with the breeze, as if they are whispering something.

The protagonist of "The Little Prince" accidentally landed on the earth and met a rose garden. He said that there was also a flower like this on his planet. The flower was delicate and artificial, but he still liked it.Fighting, so would rather go back with the help of Xiao Snake.

In the book "The Little Prince", Ling Chen remembers this episode the most. When he was young, he didn't understand the saying 'death is return', so he didn't understand why the little prince asked the little snake for help, so he deeplyRemember this snippet.

Later, when he grew up, he didn't forget it, and now he remembered it.

Ling Chen thinks he has a rose garden now.

He sat down by the flower bed, picked one of the most beautiful flowers, and said silently: "Grandpa, I won't go back. I live a very good life here, don't worry."I am willing to stay.

Oh yes, I have another baby, your little great-grandson, I am not alone anymore, I want him to be born now, if he is born, you will... like him, and so should DaddyBar.

The sun was a little dazzling, shining on the rose petals, Ling Chen's eyes were a little blurred, the old man said that if a relative passed away, if a newborn was born, it would mean that the dead person was reborn.

Ling Chen believed it too. He thought that even he himself had a parallel space, so could his grandfather come?

This idea was too extravagant, it took Ling Chen a while to suppress this idea.

He rubbed his belly, looking forward to the birth of the guy in his belly.No longer jealous of Bai Ronglin's doting on his stomach.

I don't know if it's a boy or a girl?