Chapter 230 Please stride forward
Cheng Ling wore a medal and held two certificates on his chest, standing in the middle of the raging sea landscape painting.
Jiang Qilan pressed the photo button.
Half body shot, full body shot.
Looking at Cheng Ling in the viewfinder, everything else in this world ceases to exist.
Only her.
Cheng Ling stood quietly in front of the painting, keeping a calm smile on his face.
It was as if he had been thrown into a vacuum.
can not breath.
Can't look away.
Can't even think.
Jiang Zhenguo noticed his son's abnormality and coughed lightly, "Qilan, go save the photo."
Jiang Qilan looked away from the viewfinder.
The whole world just started functioning again.
Jiang Qilan retreated to the wall with the camera, pretending to check the photos, secretly taking a few deep breaths, and finally managed to adjust his heart rate.
The butler stepped forward and handed over the small suitcase he had prepared.
"Ms. Cheng, your certificate and medal box can be put into the box, and I can keep them for you temporarily," the housekeeper said.
Cheng Ling took the box and said, "Thank you."
She put the two certificates in, looked at the medal and hesitated for a moment, but instead of taking it off, she put the empty box into the box.
Jiang's father asked Cheng Ling to sit down again. The formal part was over, and the rest was just family chatter.
[Don’t ask]——Although he didn’t know why his son Qilan made him give up asking Cheng Ling in words, he and his son had a tacit understanding between father and son.
Maybe Qi Lan discovered something, or Cheng Ling noticed something.
Jiang's father believed in his son's judgment.
If he asked at this time, he might not get any answer.
Jiang's father really started to care for his elders and started chatting: "Your parents are usually very busy, right? I heard that your family does a good job in the food department. Many kindergartens and primary schools designate your family's food as recess time. Snacks."
Cheng Ling nodded slightly, "Thank you, Chief, for your affirmation."
"This is not a formal occasion, so just call me uncle." Father Jiang smiled heartily.
"Okay, uncle."
"Dad, Cheng Ling, I'm going to put the camera away and see how the food is being prepared in the kitchen." Jiang Qilan raised the camera in his hand, "You guys have a good chat."
"Okay, let's go." Father Jiang said.
Cheng Ling waited.
Waiting for the temptation from Father Jiang.
For example - why is she so skilled?
——Why was she able to uncover information about drug dealers so quickly?
——Do you really not know Ji Chengyue?
However, Jiang's father didn't ask a word. After asking about the situation of the family business, he asked Cheng Xiaomei how her high school life was, whether she was under a lot of pressure, and whether Cheng Ling was tired from filming and other life-related questions that did not involve privacy.
Cheng Ling prepared a lot of words to deal with, but none of them were useful.
Father Jiang sighed: "You three children from the Cheng family are all very good, unlike the two of my family, none of them are considerate. Especially the kid Qiyun, he is too ignorant. Fortunately, Miss Cheng takes care of him."
Cheng Ling stood up and bowed to Father Jiang.
"I have never formally apologized to you. Jiang Qiyun was injured because of my negligence, which has always made me feel very guilty. I am not taking care of him, I just did something within my ability."
"Miss Cheng, please sit down," Father Jiang said with a slight smile on his majestic face, "You don't have to be so unfamiliar with me."
After Cheng Ling sat down, he said, "My youngest son has chosen a path that I don't quite agree with. It's not that being a star is not good... I raised him as a soldier..."
"He was able to sacrifice his life to save others, which shows that I have not trained him in vain for more than ten years. At least he is still a brave and responsible person deep down. I am very happy."
"I think Miss Cheng should also understand very well. When you save people, do you hope that they will accept your love? So, Miss Cheng, you don't have to mind. It will be good for that silly boy to receive a little beating. of."
Cheng Ling hesitated for a moment and said seriously: "I once told Jiang Qiyun that I will try my best to help him complete anything within my ability that is not illegal and does not violate my personal principles."
Father Jiang smiled: "Miss Cheng, you are a responsible person."
"I heard my son say that you are motivated to become a good star. I think this goal is very good. Your personal awareness has far exceeded that of most people."
"I have always believed that everyone has idols. They serve as benchmarks for love and imitation."
"To put it more advancedly, imitating the behavior of positive idols is itself a kind of positive education."
"What is the essence of education? Use one soul to guide another soul, use one thought to infect another thought, and use one tree to support another tree."
"Ms. Cheng, the world needs people like you who have upright views, strong abilities, and charisma."
"I'm glad I met you, and I'm glad my kids are friends with you."
"Please stride forward, walk straight forward, and mend the world."
"If you need us to do anything, please keep it to yourself and tell us. We will never refuse if we can do it."
Cheng Ling never expected that Father Jiang would give him such high recognition.
He had heard that Jiang Zhenguo was opposed to Jiang Qiyun's entry into the entertainment industry. Coupled with his status, Cheng Ling thought that Jiang Zhenguo was an old man with a fixed mindset who despised celebrities the most. He said that stars were just actors who were too low-level to be on the stage. .
Now it seems that I made a mistake in judgment.
Jiang Zhenguo is wiser than imagined, keeps up with the times, and can uncover the surface of things and see the essence.
No wonder Ji Chengyue, who loves freedom and wandering like a cloud, is willing to stay for Jiang Zhenguo and even get married and have children.
But... why would such a strong-minded and thoughtful person send Jiang Qilan to ask about Ji Chengyue?
Cheng Ling tried to analyze his micro-expressions.
Occasionally, a trace of deep worry flashed across his majestic face.
Especially when Cheng Ling mentioned his family, the worry between his eyebrows could hardly be hidden...
Could it be that something happened to Ji Chengyue?