Chapter 13： Workaholic actor's son 13

Ke Ting was a little confused by Chen Heng's sudden words, and he was stunned where he didn't even come back to his senses, just watching him **** the umbrella back.

"You, Chen Heng, are you going too far?"

Considering that he was recording a program, Ke Ting didn't say too many harsh words even though the veins on his forehead were throbbing from anger, for fear that his personality would collapse after the program was broadcast.

Obviously, it was his son who wanted to lend him the umbrella because of his soft heart, but now this person actually blamed himself. If it wasn't because he was recording a program, Chen Heng would have scolded him directly.

"What the hell? Too much? I haven't started to go too far!"

Ke Ting belongs to the creamy niche in the typical aesthetics nowadays. Even if he becomes a father, he still wants to work harder in his career, and he still trains strictly to maintain the appearance when he was once popular.

Chen Heng is a typical tough guy, with very obvious muscles and a fierce appearance, so that everyone who sees him can't help but feel fear.

After Chen Heng said that, Ke Ting suppressed the anger in his heart, did not continue to say anything, turned around and took his daughter to the shade of the tree.

Xie Ze, who was held in Xie Hui's arms, saw this scene, hugged his father's neck tightly, and asked curiously in a low voice:

"Dad, why didn't that uncle go to hide by the big tree from the beginning?"

Xie Ze's little head still couldn't understand why some adults would blame themselves for not being fully prepared and blame others for being too well prepared.

Hugging Xie Hui with his fleshy arms, his furry head rubbed against the side of his neck.

Although little Xie Ze himself felt that it was not very good, but looking at the father and daughter with very ugly faces next to the big tree, he still couldn't help but think happily that his father is the best in the world!

Xie Hui was wearing a portable mic, but it was obviously inconvenient for him to say some things. So when Xie Ze came to rub her against her, she kissed him on the side of the cheek.

It's rare that he didn't know the answer from his omniscient father, but the kid Xie Ze who was kissed was still very happy.

Chen Xing on the other side looked a little disappointed. He didn't understand why he was rejected. When he looked at his father for help, Chen Heng didn't pay attention to it.

Chen Yue noticed it, but she didn't want to coax this stupid brother.

In the end, Xie Ze broke free from his father's arms, and after getting his father's consent, he exchanged the parasol that his father had prepared for him with brother Chen Xing.

"Brother Xing Xing, I think your umbrella is very beautiful, can we use it for a while?"

These words successfully made Chen Xing's eyes light up, and the embarrassment before was gone, so he nodded vigorously.

When Xie Ze returned to his father with the changed umbrella, he tiptoed to let his father continue to hug him like before.

This time Xie Hui didn't satisfy him, he just stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, reminding him in a low voice:

"Stand by yourself for a while, okay?"

"Well, that's fine."

Xie Hui really felt that Ke Ting was a little clueless. As the father of a child, when his child was a little shy, he wished to see an outgoing and cheerful child with a temper like a little sun leading the way. Play with your own cubs.

Perhaps it is too complicated to look at the relationship between children from the perspective of adults.

But Xie looked back, and he felt that when Chen Yue treated Ke Ting's daughter with a more enthusiastic attitude than she did with the baby, she probably wanted to make up for her being a day late and wanted to help the child integrate into the group as soon as possible.

Before Ke Ting came, the director never thought that the three families would be able to make trouble like this. Before, it was clear that Xie Hui and Chen Heng's family got along quite harmoniously, and the scene of the three children getting together was also very warm.

"Okay, let's go to the village today to visit those old people who make rice paper."

The director tried his best to bring the program group that had been led astray back on track. On the way to take them to the village, he kept explaining the history of rice paper and various manufacturing techniques.

Xie Ze listened very seriously, and didn't let his father hug him along the way, and he didn't feel tired when his two short legs walked so fast.

Xie Hui saw the admiration in this kid's eyes, and slightly curled his lips. The culture passed down in the long river of history is indeed amazing.

Chen Yue and Chen Xing didn't ask any more questions, they just walked forward silently. Although Chen Yue is young, she loves cleanliness very much. When she walks, she is afraid that the splashed mud will stain her clothes, so she walks very carefully.

The atmosphere was quite harmonious, until suddenly the cry of a child broke the tranquility.

"Father, I want you to carry me away. If you don't carry me away, I won't leave!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of crying, which attracted most people's attention to those two people.

With so many people staring at him, Ke Ting already had a layer of sweat on his forehead. He squatted down and tried to reason with his daughter, but her daughter was usually spoiled too much, and when her temper came up, she wouldn't listen to anyone.

Xie Ze silently clenched his father's hand. Seeing Ke Zhen rolling on the ground, he hid behind his father in fear.

"What's wrong?"

After Xie Hui noticed his son's strangeness, he lowered his head and asked.

Because Ke Zhen's voice was too penetrating when she cried, Xie Hui's voice was not obvious, and only those who were a little closer could hear it.

Xie Ze tugged at the corner of his father's clothes, and after his father bent down, he tiptoed to his father's ear and said:

"Daddy, is it so annoying when the baby cries?"

Xie Hui saw the tension in his eyes, and began to think carefully about what he said.

This little boy is really good, at least after Xie Hui crossed over, the number of times he cried can be counted on one hand, and they were all excusable.

"No, the baby is not annoying."

There are many kinds of crying, like this kid from Ke Ting's family, crying loudly and still rolling on the ground, the sound is so loud that people's brains hurt, even an adult like Xie Hui couldn't help frowning.

Probably because of seeing his own child with a filter, Xie Ze had tears in his eyes a few times before, until his eyes couldn't contain it. In Xie Hui's eyes, he was indeed much cuter than Ke Zhen.

Everyone waited here until finally Ke Ting made many promises, such as increasing her pocket money, buying her several dolls, buying a lot of new clothes, and taking her on a trip abroad. He also held her in his arms and walked forward, so Ke Zhen finally gave up.

When the director saw this scene, he also felt angry. He has filmed so many seasons of stars bringing babies, and he has never encountered such a difficult one.

It's just as difficult as visiting the old man who made rice paper in the simplest way.

After finally arriving at the old man's house, Ke Zhen began to dislike the place again because it looked too dirty and too dark. She was afraid, she didn't want to stay in this crappy place any longer, she wanted to go home.

This sentence made Xiaodouding Xie Ze, who had already stepped into the threshold with one foot, wonder whether he should continue to step.

Xie Hui held his hand and led him into the room.

In fact, it is not considered dark, but there is a courtyard in this old man's house, and there are rooms on both sides after entering the threshold. After turning a corner and entering the courtyard, it becomes brighter.

Chen Heng was not very happy because of the previous incident, and he didn't bother to wait for them, so he walked in directly.

The follow-up photographers and their assistants who were in charge of filming these two groups of families also walked in one after another. Only Ke Ting and his family stayed outside, a few people.

Xie Hui also began to feel that those two people were a bit annoying, and he was too lazy to continue accommodating.

A child's self-willed, coquettish and rude to that extent does not mean that the child's nature is bad, but it definitely shows that there is a problem with the parent's education method.

Vegetables were planted in the open spaces on both sides of the yard, and they were so green that they looked very good. Xie Ze swallowed silently when he saw it.

Following the staff leading the way, they walked to the pavilion where the old man basked in the sun.

The old man was wearing a dark Tang suit, with two walnuts coiled in his hands. He was sitting on a rocking chair basking in the sun, only when he heard the noise, he remembered what he had promised, and sat up hastily.

"Kid, are you curious about the process of making rice paper?"

Xie Ze thought about what he had heard about making paper out of bark, nodded his head vigorously, let go of his father's hand and walked in front of the old man, and said in a childish voice:

"Yes, grandpa, how did the bark turn into paper?"

Chen Xing and Chen Yue also cast curious gazes at the old man at this time. Facing the eyes of the three children seeking knowledge, the old man was not stingy, and patiently explained the whole process of making rice paper to them with his old voice.

The three little boys exclaimed from time to time, wowed together with adoring eyes, and quickly coaxed the old man not only to tell them this, but also took some snacks from the house to share with them.

After the lecture, when the three dolls said that they would make rice paper when they grow up, the old man handed his hand like a dead branch to them, and asked them to take a good look at the marks on it.

Fishing paper is a very delicate job, and the hands are soaked in water all year round. Although the old man no longer does that, the marks left by the years on the hands are still very obvious.

"Little baby, do you still want to do it now?"

Xie Ze was a little frightened by the marks on the old man's hand, his eyes widened.

I didn't know how to answer for a while, but I felt a little respect from the bottom of my heart.

At this moment, a harsh voice sounded, breaking the momentary silence in the pavilion.

"Oh, why is this hand so ugly, Dad, I don't want to stay here, I want to go back."

When the old man heard the voice, the smile on his face disappeared, and he also took his hand back, silently rolling the walnuts.

He is so old that he can't care about a little baby, but it's a bit difficult to say he doesn't care.

The usually good-tempered kid Xie Ze turned red when he was angry with Ke Zhen's words, and the hand beside him also silently clenched into a small fist.

Although he didn't think grandpa's hands were beautiful, he felt that grandpa shouldn't be said that by others.

In addition, Xie Ze also thought of what his father taught him before, to respect the elderly.

Xie Hui looked at his son who was about to smoke from his forehead, squatted down and hugged him, and coaxed him in a low voice:

"not angry."

The three-year-old Xie Ze, who was just angry, was coaxed by his father and didn't know how to express his emotions. His eyes gradually became a little damper. He hugged his father's neck tightly, nodded and said sullenly:

"Um."