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Chapter 332: The Problem of Laissez-faire


As long as there is hope in life, it will be easier to resist suffering.

Hu Aman is already too old to look good.

There wasn't much flesh left on her body, and her skin was shriveled and wrinkled.

In the early years, the thick bones also shrank a lot, and the whole person was shortened.

And her eyes have become cloudy, and it has become difficult to see people.

It's just that her consciousness is still unusually clear.

As if the torment of the years was not suffering.

"Have you found a mistake in your father's rules" She pulled Lin Ping'an and began to ask, her voice still loud.

Fifteen-year-old Lin Ping'an is tall, with a slight abrasion on his face, and a handsome bulge in his hair.

He tried his best to hide the disgust in his eyes, and held the hand like the bark of Hu Aman with his backhand and said: "Back to the ancestors, my father's rules have been proven, and now more and more things have been proven, how can there be mistakes?"

Hu Aman was slightly disappointed, but quickly continued to ask, "Then do you have anything for me?"

Lin Ping'an was a little stunned, and after frowning slightly, he thought that this old lady was so annoying, but knowing that there were many people watching behind him, he still said patiently: "Ancestor, I haven't worked yet, and I don't know how to do it manually."

But my handwriting is still very good.

When I got back, I wrote a pair of words and sent them to the ancestor.

I wish the old ancestor a long life than Nanshan. ” Thinking of writing, he felt a little bored in his heart, and he began to learn to write at the age of three, and it has been twelve years now.

Everyone knows that he writes well, but God knows what kind of torture he has gone through in the past twelve years of copying those dozen books He likes to play football, ride a bicycle, ride a horse, shoot an archery, fight elephants, fly eagles, coil tigers, hunt, play CS, but he doesn't like to write.

Hu Aman smiled, like an old fox: "Then you'd better copy some of your father's legend to me, and I can take it to the ground." ” "Uh-huh."

Lin Ping'an hurriedly agreed.

"Is there a boat coming?"

Hu Aman cast his eyes behind Lin Ping'an.

Lin Ping'an hurriedly let out his younger brother, who was quieter behind him.

The conversation continued.

Coming out of the place where Hu Aman was recuperating, Lin Ping'an and his party soon came to the bustling street.

The current population of Chaolin City is 200,000, which can be described as bustling, but Lin Ping'an only finds it annoying.

He had wanted to go to the pitch with the soccer ball in his arms, but when he found that it was already occupied, he threw the ball to the guards and walked back to the palace in anger.

When he saw Lin Ji's car parked at the back door, he thought about it, then plucked up his courage, smoothed the bulge on his head, and knocked on Lin Ji's office.

"Dad."

With this shout, Lin Ji looked up from behind his desk.

It seems that father and son have met for the first time on this occasion.

After the age of three, some of the rooms in the palace were not accessible to him.

Although Lin Ji raised his head, his attention seemed to be still on the notebook that could never be finished.

"I, I went to see the Aman Ancestor with Youzhou just now."

Lin Ping'an probably felt that such an opening might be better.

Sure enough, Lin Ji closed the notebook and seemed to be ready to meet his son seriously: "Oh, how is her health?"

"She's in good spirits, well, the nurse said she ate half a bowl of mush at noon.

Also, there are also feces," Lin Ping'an struggled to recall the words he heard.

Lin Ji didn't blame him for his stammering, but showed a somewhat relieved smile.

Lin Ping'an seemed to be encouraged and continued: "She also pulled me to chat with Youzhou and asked me if I had anything for her.

I said to send her some words, and she was very happy to ask Youzhou for something, and Youzhou said that he was going to burn a porcelain for her. ” "She's obsessed with this, you can chat with her more in the future.

Well, next time, I'll call a few of Youzhi too, maybe she'll like it a little more.

Lin Ji said with relief.

The two talked a few more words, and Lin Ping'an said, "Dad, I want to go out of the city to play for a few days." ” "Go ahead, take the people with you.

Tell your mom.

Lin Ji agreed very happily.

"I want to go to Kuimen.

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Mom disagreed, saying that unless you give me ten guns.

Can you give me ten guns," Lin Ping'an finally had the courage to speak out.

"You can use a gun" Lin Ji asked rhetorically, and then quickly reacted: "Why do you want to bring a gun when you go to Kuimen?"

"The Chaling people of Jinghu are fighting, don't you know," the young man asked innocently and bluntly.

Lin Ji was a little stunned, only to feel that his head was buzzing.

He guessed that something big was happening or had already happened.

"Things are a little out of control.

In this case, it is not safe for you to use the waterway.

He quietly flipped through the documents at hand, and found that there was no report on this: "If they take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble, they will not be able to bring guns."

It's best not to go to Kuimen in the near future. ” Lin Ping'an instinctively felt that there was something wrong with these words, but he didn't know what the problem was, he only coaxed him like a child when his father was still coaxing him, so he was a little disappointed.

Seeing his son's face full of disappointment, Lin Ji thought for a while and said, "If you want to go out for a walk, you may want to consider going to killer whales."

Your sister has been learning shipbuilding over there for two years.

It's almost time to go home, so I'm going to persuade her to come back.

If you want to build a new ship, Chaolin City has a complete industry, or it is best to experiment here, we can build a new dock for her in Hutong Port.

This can be put on the agenda at any time. ” "Oh."

Lin Ping'an found that his father did not understand his true intentions, and promised a little absent-mindedly.

Lin Ji guessed that the child's mind was on guns and war, which was obviously the result of playing too much of the game, and after thinking about it, he asked: "Your sister is committed to building a new ship, have you ever thought about what you want to do in the future?"

She just wanted to get a sturdy boat to pull the white elephant.

Lin Ping'an said a word in his heart, but he was stunned.

He hasn't really thought about what he's going to do when he grows up.

He knew that he was different.

Whether it is his brocade clothes and jade food since he was a child or his high status, or Hu Aman's inexplicable chat or her mother's all-encompassing pampering, it all shows that he is different, and there will be unusual things waiting for him to do in the future.

But Lin Ji didn't say anything about the throne passing, and there was no such thing as a prince in this era.

And Lin Ji is in the prime of life, and the various miracles he has created make it difficult to think that he will also age.

Therefore, Lin Ping'an does not have any vision for his future.

Lin Ji was rarely angry, and still maintained the appearance of a loving father and said: "It doesn't matter if you don't think about it, you go out for a while first, and take advantage of the holidays."

I will arrange for a teacher to accompany you and answer your questions.

I hope you will come back and think clearly about the direction of your life. ” Lin Ping'an was so stunned that Lin Ji didn't open his notebook, but found Caiyu over, arranged a teacher for Lin Ping'an, and also instructed the direction of counseling.

Then, with a dark face, he instructed his young secretary: "I want to see all the call records and related documents about the Chaling tribe, starting from ten years ago." ”: