Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Chapter 7 Sincerity is the Ultimate Weapon

Doraemon doesn't like talking about others behind their backs, so he kept his head down and didn't reply.

Lin Yi didn't care.

Anyway, people won't learn by being taught, but they'll learn by doing.

As long as you continue to have contact with Lin An, trouble is bound to come sooner or later.

Silence spread between the two.

Before I knew it, I was back at Building 14, Dengshikou.

After climbing the steps to the fourth floor, Lin Yi took out his key and prepared to open the door.

A figure suddenly jumped out from the dark shadows!

"Wow!"

Lin Meng opened her arms and jumped out from the depths of the stairwell, her face flushed red, clearly having waited for this moment for a long time.

Lin Yi looked at her expressionlessly.

The air was silent for two seconds.

Lin Meng was very dissatisfied: "Why aren't you afraid?"

Lin Yi showed no desire to answer, instead asking, "What are you doing here?"

Lin Meng's attention was immediately diverted, and she said in a crisp voice, "Mom said she won't have a daughter like me anymore."

What kind of magical plot is this...? Lin Yi was silent for a few seconds, then asked:

"Did Lin An confront his parents about it?"

What does "showdown" mean?

"It's about the director."

What is a director?

"...It's alright now."

Lin Yi sighed silently, wondering if he had been under too much pressure lately, and that he was actually hoping to get information from the third brother.

He took out his key, inserted it into the lock, and with a click, the security door opened.

Lin Yi pushed open the door and entered, with Lin Meng following behind her like a little tail, muttering to herself:

"Mom is really angry. She said she's going to kick my older brother and me out..."

Lin Yi changed his shoes and said casually, "She's been saying that for years."

boom!

Lin's mother slammed her hand on the table, yelling angrily:

"Second brother, are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me too?!"

In the living room, Lin's parents sat on either side of the dining table, while Lin An moved a chair and huddled in a corner of the room, causing the atmosphere to drop to freezing point.

Lin Yi changed his shoes expressionlessly, glanced at the "standoff" in the living room, and said calmly:

"He's an adult and has the right to decide his own future."

"What adult?! He's only a few years old! What does he know?!"

Lin's mother took a deep breath, as if suppressing a volcano about to erupt:

"You absolutely must go to university properly! Forget about becoming a director, screenwriter, or working in the film industry!"

Lin Yi pulled Lin Meng back to his room, then walked to the dining table, pulled out a chair, sat down, glanced at his father who was trying to make himself as inconspicuous as possible, then at Lin An, and finally fixed his gaze on his mother:

"What's the point of saying that? You know what kind of person he is."

Lin's mother choked, her face turning ashen as she turned her head, her gaze like a knife piercing Lin's father, as if to say:

If you don't stand with me, you're dead!

Lin's father's expression turned bitter; he was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to advance or retreat. His lips moved, but in the end, he sighed.

"Your mother is right, the path of a director... is unstable."

"What's so good about being a stable beast of burden..." Lin An muttered to himself, his tone somber.

"You've seen what prices have been like these past few years. Apart from wages not rising, water bills, electricity bills, gas bills, and tuition fees have all been skyrocketing."

He looked at his father and said, word by word:

"I won't even mention houses and cars. In a few years, when our third child grows up, our house won't even have enough room to live in."

The third child, Lin Meng, received the summons, opened the door, and poked her head out through the crack.

Doraemon's face darkened, and he silently pushed her little head back.

Lin's father witnessed this scene and his expression was somewhat strange.

The second brother said last night that the eldest brother had "adopted" a big eater. He thought it was a joke at the time, but now it seems that he really intends to stay.

No, I have to ask them later. If the police think they're human traffickers, that would be a disaster.

Lin's mother had no time to care about the blue cat at the moment; she was firing off a barrage of criticism at Lin An:

"Mind your own business!"

She grumbled, "If you could go to a proper university and find a job after graduation, I'd be grateful!"

Lin An shrugged. "Are you sure I can finish four years of university without any problems?"

Lin's mother's expression froze. Thinking of her son's demonic nature since childhood, she was speechless for a moment.

Perhaps it would be a good thing to let this brat experience the harsh realities of society? Such a thought flashed through her mind.

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased, Lin's father also began to offer his advice:

"It's still far from certain, there's no need to rush."

He said, "The more you suppress young people, the more they resist. It's better to let nature take its course."

Lin's mother spat, "You heartless bastard! Who do you think I'm in such a hurry for?!"

That's what she said, but after being distracted like that, she did calm down.

"There has to be a reason, right?"

After a moment of silence, Lin's mother said something similar to what Lin Yi had said before:

"You're not a passionate or impulsive person, so why do you insist on going into the film and television industry? What do you hope to gain from it?"

Lin An crossed his arms, his face serious.

"It can't be explained in just a few words."

Lin's mother said, "Let me give a brief overview."

Lin An said, "Money and women."

...Lin's mother's lips twitched slightly, and she felt exhausted for a moment.

My son is still the same son.

Not a single thing has changed.

She looked around, her gaze sweeping over Lin Yuan, who was trying not to laugh; Lin Yi, who was speechless; Lin Meng, who was peeking out; and Lin An, who was serious. Finally, she gave up struggling.

Forget it, whatever.

None of those four men surnamed Lin are any good!

……

……

In a rather awkward atmosphere, the Lin family finished their dinner.

Throughout the entire process, Lin's mother ignored the four men surnamed Lin and kept putting food on Doraemon's plate, making the latter quite uncomfortable.

However, Lin's father inquired about Doraemon's origins during the meal.

When I learned that the other person was from Japan and came to China because of a conflict with their family, I immediately thought that young people these days really know how to have fun.

When they ran away from home as kids, they would at most hide in the neighbor's yard. This guy went all the way abroad, it's just outrageous.

Lin Yi, however, felt that Lin An was treating them like fools.

This isn't how you make up lies.

Lin Meng wasn't thinking about anything; she was just savoring the ribs she had just eaten.

After the event, Lin's father went to the balcony to smoke, Lin Yi started clearing the dishes, Lin Meng sat in front of the TV to watch "Teletubbies", and Doraemon went back to his room to rest.

Just as Lin An was about to slip away, his mother coughed, startling him.

Lin's mother glanced at it and scoffed, "You really want to take this path?"

Lin An was taken aback for a moment, then nodded: "Yes."

Lin's mother closed her eyes briefly, and when she opened them again, her eyes were filled with exhaustion.

"In that case, go ahead and give it a try, but I'll only give you two years."

Lin An straightened his back and asked, "What do you mean?"

Lin's mother's gaze sharpened slightly: "I don't care what you do, you must show me that you have the ability to support yourself."

She said, word by word, "In two years, you either need to make a name for yourself in the film and television industry and show me a future, or earn 5 yuan so you can get a loan to buy a house. If you can't do either, then you'd better come back here obediently, repeat your studies, and take the exams."

Lin An was stunned for a moment.

5 yuan.

In Beijing in 2000, an average worker who worked hard for two years without eating or drinking would earn roughly the same amount.

Without a solid foundation, earning that amount in the film and television industry is virtually impossible.

"OK."

Lin An didn't hesitate, "Two years, fifty thousand, or make a name for myself."

Lin's mother glanced at him, hesitated, and finally just waved her hand: "Get lost."

Lin An happily rolled away.

It rolled around while making a tractor-like laugh.

Lin's mother raised her hand to her forehead, silently mourning for her comrades in the film and television industry.