Chapter 42 The Angry Old Father
Linzhou went to the kitchen, and was driven out by Jiang's mother as expected.
Jiang Xiyue's father was sitting on the sofa, playing a game on his mobile phone. Linzhou walked over and greeted him with a smile.
"Hello uncle, sorry to bother you and aunt."
"Don't disturb me. Come and sit down." Father Jiang patted the seat next to him and motioned Linzhou to sit over there.
He dared not disobey what his elders said, and walked over quickly and sat down.
Of course, he only sat on the edge of the sofa.
The feeling of oppression was so strong. Although he didn't do anything, he just felt very restrained. He didn't have this feeling the last time they met at Jiang Xiyue's villa.
Is it because my relationship with Jiang Xiyue has improved?
But friendships shouldn't feel this way.
"Can you play chess?" When Linzhou was thinking, Jiang's father's voice suddenly came.
Although he really wanted to say he didn't know, but looking at the mahogany chessboard that had been taken out, Linzhou couldn't say no. Even if he didn't know how to play today, he had to ask you to teach me.
So Linzhou nodded slightly.
"I know a little bit. I have no problem with the basic rules."
"Then can you play a game of chess with your uncle? You play the red chess piece, and as an adult, I will let you go first." Father Jiang's tone was calm, and there was no emotion at all.
Afraid... Linzhou now knew why he was so reserved...
The scene is so classic, and the words are classic too.
Isn’t this the classic meet-the-parents scene?
He's only in high school and is just visiting a classmate's house. Who is he trying to scare to death by making such a fuss?
And more importantly, he thought he was here to fix his computer, so he only brought a set of good screwdrivers...
Can that thing be a first-time gift?
But luckily I bought strawberries because Jiang Xiyue loves them, otherwise I would have gone to my classmate’s house empty-handed.
While placing the chess pieces, Linzhou's mind was turning over and over, thinking about the possible next conversation. This was a sign of respect for Jiang Xiyue.
After the chess pieces were set, Father Jiang finally spoke.
"Let's play some fast chess for a while, and then we won't talk anymore. Uncle will ask you a few questions first."
"Any questions you ask, I will tell you everything I know." Although he wanted to complain casually, Linzhou still held himself back and forced himself to act elegant.
Looking at the reserved big boy in front of him, Father Jiang recalled the scene when he first met his father-in-law.
Although he had some wealth at that time, he was still very reserved.
"It's okay, just relax. I just want to ask what you do at home?"
"There is a small furniture factory in the northeast." Linzhou did not say furniture factory directly, but added a small in front of it.
After all, the factory at home is a family workshop.
The only large-scale machinery is an antique machine tool obtained from the Russians in the last century, and most of the production steps are done manually.
After hearing this answer, Mr. Jiang did not ask any more questions, but moved on to the next question.
"The furniture factory, that's pretty good. What do you think of Yueyue?"
"She is a very serious girl, pretty and cute." For this question, Linzhou could only answer with clichés, evaluating the other person's daughter in front of her father.
To put it nicely, it's called being unromantic, to put it bluntly, it's called courting death...
A long time ago , people would be taken away to light sky lanterns.
And...Father Jiang looks like the big brother of some place, but these days, there should be no big brother.
The big brothers are all in the orange.
Hearing this answer, Father Jiang raised his head, glanced at Linzhou, then stretched out his hand to signal Linzhou that he could play chess.
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Of course, Linzhou gave his all when it came to playing chess.
His father, who taught him how to play chess, once said that in chess, if you don't give your all, you are showing disrespect to your opponent.
Even if the opponent is very weak, you can only give up pieces before the game starts, but not after the game starts.
So... Linzhou's every move is a killing move.
Playing chess does not rely on accumulation, especially in fast chess situations, where the overall view and observation skills become even more important.
Both of them have good skills, but Linzhou is slightly better.
Ten minutes later , Jiang's veteran was forced into a corner by the two cars.
"I lost. You're not bad at chess, young man, but you're the first person who can't let me play chess."
"I treat you as a respected opponent, so I'm going all out. Uncle seems to be doing it with ease." Lin Zhou still maintained his literary attitude and returned the captured chess piece. "Uncle, do you want to continue?"
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But Linzhou had already complained in his heart.
Damn, I thought he was so great, but he is no more than the old guy in the park, just a terrible chess player .
Those who start with a cannon to attack five pawns are all bad chess players...
What he didn't expect was that Father Jiang threw away the chess piece and leaned back on the sofa. "I can't beat you. I don't want to play anymore. How was the mock exam? Do you have a chance to get into our local Jianda University?"
"If you don't sleep during the exam, it's about the same." Linzhou answered honestly about the exam.
After getting this answer, Father Jiang stopped talking and just sipped his tea.
Of course, I also poured a glass for Linzhou.
Without a lethal amount of brown sugar, Linzhou enjoyed drinking this tea very much.
After all, this terrible elder didn't say a word...
But just because the other party doesn't say anything doesn't mean Linzhou can remain silent. He has to take the initiative to find topics to talk about. A dull silence is also a terrible thing.
But it's difficult to find topics.
He couldn’t say anything… Lao Deng, is it safe for my will-o’-the-wisp to be parked downstairs?
He is the one who is unsafe, not to mention that he is not a smart guy and does not have a will-o'-the-wisp. His only means of transportation is the No. 11 bus.
After hesitating for a long time, Linzhou finally found a good topic.
"Uncle, when did Xiaoxi start learning to paint?"
"Huh? She can draw?" Father Jiang looked at the young man in front of him with a dull expression. He was a little confused.
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When Linzhou wanted to explain, Jiang Xiyue came out of the room and said, "Dad, you don't even know when I learned to paint? Then don't blame me for letting the wind out of my little cotton-padded jacket."
"Haven't you been a loner since childhood? When did you learn to paint? Come and tell your dad." Upon seeing his daughter, the father's face immediately broke into a smile.
Jiang Xiyue, standing at the door of her room, glanced at the chessboard on the sofa and began to answer her father.
"I learned it when I was very young. By the way, Dad, please lend us your car this afternoon. I'll take Zhou Zhou to the mall."
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The killing intent surged up...
Linzhou, who was sitting next to his old father, clearly felt the murderous intent and coldness.
How terrible...
Didn’t you just call out “Zhou Zhou”? You’re such a grown-up, why do you still have to be so careful?
But it was only for a moment, and then came the advice from the old father.
"No need to drive, you two can stay here tonight. There is a market here late at night, you can go shopping."
