Lan Ze looked at the picture in the strong light, and finally settled on Lan Ze (suspected to have just taken a bath) + white sunflowers, and was speechless for a long time.

He had just signed the authorization letter and seemed reluctant to go back on it.

I didn't expect that it was just a title sequence, and the way he appeared was so... cool.

The atmosphere at the top of the cumulonimbus clouds has a very low temperature and strong winds. It’s very cold there!

Also, what’s with the giant sunflower behind him?

Didn't the boss just say that the Propaganda Department plans to develop six pairs of wings?

He was dazzled by the large plate of snow-white wings at first sight. Anyway, there were definitely more than twelve of them.

They all arranged their sunflowers toward the sun.

He counted carefully. First, he used his sight to make a pair of vertical auxiliary lines to divide the picture. Then, he counted six wings in each right-angled area.

That plate of sunflowers has a total of twenty-four chicken wings. Who is so talented?

Although it was strange, it had an indescribably majestic and sacred feeling. It made him think of the game characters in Wang Mu's poems and paintings.

One sky and one hell.

One is cool and the other is shabby.

One is neat and the other is downtrodden.

They look the same, but look completely different. Wang Muchi's game character has a rival.

Lan Ze has a bowl of duck blood vermicelli on the left and a bowl of shrimp wontons on the right.

While drinking duck blood and being a fan, the bracelet flashed and then flashed again.

When projected... it's still a freeze-frame picture of white hair orchid + white sunflowers in white light.

He was about to close it when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

[Dad, I’m back. I got a big long-term contract today! ヾ(????)?~] Wang Muchi.

The picture was posted by Wang Mushi!

[Your Xiaomai said he wanted to go to a music conservatory. After listening to his music, I felt very...energetic. Hmm.]

【??】Lan Ze has many questions.

[Yes, it’s the music style of a spirited young man. It’s rare to be artistic in this era and have style so that people can remember you. 】

Lan Ze only knew that Wang Xiaoer's poems back then were written in a dizzy style. Whoever looked at it would get dizzy. When he listened to him reciting it himself, the symptoms became more serious, including vomiting.

Wang Xiaoer persisted for so many years and even studied literature in college.

At this age, the younger brother is embarrassed to say that he has written poetry!

Talent is something that not everyone has.

[Why didn’t I know he wanted to study music? Does he have that talent? 】

Zhang He's musical talent is limited to humming a few lines of pop songs... Lan Ze is limited to listening to music. Where did Xiaomai's musical talent suddenly develop?

[Your...talent or something is not important in the face of hard work. I have never seen a young man who works so hard. Xiaomai has been studying music for a long time. Several children have said that they want to learn from the third brother.]

【??】

[Ning Ning said, ten sketches a day is too easy. I have to push myself harder. I just bought him new brushes and paints, and it happened that the money was paid by you. Ning Ning is very happy.]

[Wait a minute. What does Ningning have to do with me?]

[Forget it! I said yes!...Forget it! I bought it all in the first place!]

【...Which child did you adopt?】

[The one I adopted is Ningning! You have always known it. I am responsible for his growth!]

【What about An An?】

[…] Wang Muchi is stuck.

Lan Ze took the opportunity to disconnect the input and moved his left hand. For gesture input or something, the scanning posture was wrong at the beginning, and he almost cramped.

It’s all the sunflower’s fault!

[I adopted Ning Ning. Ning Ning inherited your mutation. But later I discovered that An An is more like you. I often take her out to play, and everyone is happy. 】

【Like a ghost!】

[An'an is a bit more adventurous. But you were even better than him back then, have you forgotten? 】

[This kid wants me to take him to the beach to look at swimsuits. What a little hooligan! Fortunately, I didn’t take him. 】

[Lan Ze!! An An is only sixteen years old, he is your son! Do you have any grudge against him!!!] This woman is really too smart. She can see the essence of the matter in less than a second. [Don’t take him there.

A place for adults! Let him do what a child should do!]

Lan Ze put down the spoon and rubbed his forehead.

Why was he led by this woman every time? How did he go off topic so far?

As for the children, he can just go home and ask about it himself.

In fact, there is nothing to ask. Teenagers have already made up their minds about their future.

Like Xiaoxiao, if you ask him not to go to college, will he agree?

Xiaomai learns music? What a good thing.

Youth is used to hit the wall.

Older people rashly try new fields and crash. Young people hit a wall and bounce back.

Besides, his son is made of plastic anyway and cannot be broken.

In the same way, swimwear is also a normal part of this world. Only by experiencing some things can you realize the beauty of the world. Probably? Maybe? Maybe, that's the truth? Maybe the little gangster suddenly decided to become a serious person

Woolen cloth?

Lan Ze wanted to ask Wang Muchi about the painting.

【Painting?】Finally asked!

[I drew it! I also created the animation right now!] Wang Muchi is still angry.

【Don’t you explain it?】

[Besides me, who else can you find to draw you? It’s not like I haven’t collaborated with you before. 】

【Why didn't you draw the wings as electric fans? 】

【Sunflowers are like the sun. You idiot!】

[Oh. Is there any symbolic meaning here? 】

【Lanze. Thank you very much for giving me a meal.】

[Hey, let’s discuss your painting again. Why don’t you continue painting games? 】

[The game is over, it’s over! I’ve been drawing a dark game for ten years, can’t I change it to a brighter style? 】

Lan Ze thought for a while and asked: [Did you take your two sons away?]

【I don’t want it anymore. I’ll give it to you!】

[Oh, okay, I’ll just take them to the beach when I get back. They can appreciate the magnificence of their swimsuits.]

【Hey.(▼ヘ▼#)】

[Hey, it’s outrageous enough to put a bunch of wings on my back. Don’t draw a ball of grass on my head again.]

【That's called the crown of thorns. Are you worthy of it? 】

【??】

Forget it. Can't communicate.

Lan Ze finished the duck blood vermicelli and the wontons. He ordered another duck blood vermicelli and drank the soup slowly.

Then I packed a bunch of duck blood vermicelli, added more duck blood and duck offal, and also came with a big stack of duck fat sesame pancakes.

Xiao Xie likes to eat these simple and unpretentious things. It saves money to make her happy.

"Let's go home!"

Get in the car, drive to the plane...and then arrive home in a leisurely way.

Lan Ze held the portion of food for Xiao Xie in his hand and didn't even want to get out of the car. The plane landed and the car slipped into the garage. The vermicelli soup was still hot. Lan Ze went straight to the second floor from the elevator and went straight to his daughter's place.

go.

Xiaoxie was in Mai and Xiaoxiao's room, facing Brother Mai with a grimace. Xiaoxiao was not there.

When Lan Ze saw Mai's back, he suddenly realized that he had not considered it. He put his hands away and hid the food.

"I'm back."

Xiao Xie raised his head and tears immediately came out: "The bad guy dad is finally back."
To be continued...