Zerg Writer

At night, the two were getting ready to linger. Suddenly, Ling Xun's light-brain contact number rang. He looked down, hesitated for a moment, and then picked it up. Suddenly, Ling's father sounded on the other end, a little tired and hoarse: "You don't even say take the initiative to come to the door, do I have to take the initiative to find you?"

"What's the matter?" Ling Xun asked.

Father Ling sighed, followed closely, coughed several times, and said: "I am getting older now, and my health is getting worse and worse. When I meet, I will lose one face. Come back and see me more, okay? ?"

The last one is "okay", even with a feeling of pleading.

Ling Xun was silent for a while, and replied, "I will be on holiday the day after tomorrow, and I will see you at that time."

Father Ling immediately became happy and said: "Well, you come back and talk to me, I will let the chef make your favorite butter pastry, you must remember to come!"

"good."

After hanging up the contact number, Ling Xun looked at Void, startled in shock.

Fang Qingci accompanied him silently, reaching out to hold his hand, wanting to give him comfort and strength. After a long while, Ling Xun turned his head to look at him, and said: "I thought I had no feelings for him anymore, but... I still feel a little sad when I hear him say this..."

Fang Qingci nodded and said, "Normal, how can it be your father who has no feelings at all? If that's the case, you are not the Ling Xun I know."

Ling Xun said: "My feelings for him... are very complicated. I hate him for indirectly killing my dad, hate him for having a lot of slaves and children, hate him for neglecting me in the past. But... he said that he is old and dying, and in my heart, it is still uncomfortable..."

Fang Qingci pulled him, let him fall on his knees, and slowly said, "It's okay, since you feel uncomfortable, let's go see him more... Don't embarrass yourself, just do what you want. ..."

After a day, the two went out in the morning, got on the shuttle, and drove towards Ling's father's house.

From a distance, I saw a bug standing at the door, looking eagerly towards this side. Looking intently, it was Ling Xiuyun.

He saw Fang Qingci get off the shuttle and hurriedly ran towards this side. When he came to Fang Qingci, he was out of breath, as if he was about to faint, and said out of breath: "Brother Fang, Brother, you are here..."

He looked at Fang Qingci with a pair of hydrated eyes, treating his brother as nothing, and said:

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Brother Fang, have you eaten? Would you like to try the eggs Benedict made by our chef? This is his specialty and it tastes great..."

While he was talking, he stretched out his hand, trying to hold Qingci's arm above him.

Ling Xun looked at him coldly, saying nothing.

Fang Qingci stretched out his hand, blocking his hand, and said with a smile: "Okay, take us in, it's not a place to talk outside."

Ling Xiuyun retracted her hand casually and said with a smile: "Brother Fang, come with me and sit in the garden. Brother, go find his father. He is a little uncomfortable. He is lying in the bedroom. Go and take a look. Him."

Ling Xun glanced at him intently before saying: "Qingci will go to see his father with me, not to the garden with you."

Ling Xiuyun bit her lower lip with her snow-white teeth, with a look of embarrassment on her face: "Father only said to let brother go to the bedroom to see him when you come, he didn't say he wanted to see Brother Fang!"

Ling Xun said, "I want to take him with him. Do you think my father would be unhappy with him?"

"That's not what I meant..." Ling Xiuyun's sweet smile was already somewhat reluctant. "It's just that my father has been sick for a long time, and the breath of the patient in the bedroom... Brother Fang must be more willing to stroll in the garden, right? Brother Fang, what do you think?"

With **** and white eyes, he looked at Fang Qingci expectantly: "Brother Fang, the hydrangea flower bloomed in three colors last time. I'll take you to see it, okay?"

Ling Xiuyun has a pair of eyes that seem to be able to speak, which are affectionate and moving. Among them, the charm is difficult for ordinary males to resist.

Of course Fang Qingci can resist. In his eyes, apart from Ling Xun, no other females can be seen: "I will go with Ling Xun."

When Ling Xiuyun heard the words, she almost couldn't keep that kind of surplus little white flower posture in an instant, she finally managed to hold on, and tried her best to continue smiling: "That--"

However, Fang Qingci and Ling Xun didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and then walked over his shoulders towards the house. That pair of backs, one tall and straight, the other Junya, how do you look at it right?

Ling Xiuyun stared at the back of them leaving, her smile couldn't hold again, her nose almost crooked.

At this time, Ling Xiuyun walked over while wiping his sweat, and said, "Hey, brother and Fang Qing are resigning? Great, my father has been waiting for them."

He probably had just exercised, his face was flushed, and he looked very healthy and energetic.

Ling Xiuyun looked at him coldly, and said, "One elder brother, you are regarded as the elder brother, do people think you are the younger brother?"

Ling Xiuyun smiled freely: "What he thinks is his business, I think he is my elder brother anyway."

Ling Xiuyun stared at him and said, "Don’t forget, when you were dying of illness, who pleaded with your father and saved your life. And who interceded with your father and asked you to stay here, you can read Your favorite university. Have you forgotten all this?"

Ling Xiuyun looked at him and said seriously: "You helped me. I remember it in my heart and never forget it."

Ling Xiuyun snorted coldly, "Just remember it, but don't meet your so-called big brother, and I will turn my heart to him."

Ling Xiuyun sighed and said, "Why are you doing this? My brother hasn't stayed at home for long, so it can't hinder you at all!"

"This is what I hate the most!" Ling Xiuyun said sharply, "I am the son who has always been with my father, but in my father's heart, the most important son is Ling Xun! Why?"

Ling Xiuyun looked inexplicable: "Where did you see it? The son that my father cares most about is obviously you! He will ask about your food, clothing, housing and transportation, and he will worry about your body and celebrate your birthday for you. But, when are you? Ever seen my father do this for my eldest brother? After all, after he left home to live in school, his father hardly ever asked him!"

Ling Xiuyun sneered: "Is it important or not? Don't look at what he said, but look at what he did."

Ling Xiuyun said: "What did father do?"

Ling Xiuyun stopped talking, looking straight in the direction of the main house, her eyes gloomy.

On this side, Ling Xun and Fang Qingci had arrived in the master bedroom and knocked gently on the door.

"Come in." An old, tired voice came from the room.

Ling Xun hesitated, then held the door handle, opened the door and walked in. Fang Qingci followed him closely and followed him in.

As soon as I entered the door, I almost stumbled with the smell inside.

The windows were closed tightly, and the curtains were closed tightly. The room was full of the smell of patients, the smell of old people, and the smell of medicine. It was an unpleasant smell.

Ling Xun frowned slightly, and said, "This is airtight, and it's not good for your body."

Lying on the bed with a sallow face and tightly wrapped in the quilt, Ling's father coughed twice and said: "When I see the light outside, I feel pain in my brain. There is no way, you can bear it."

He coughed two more times, and raised his eyes to look at Fang Qingci: "It's really embarrassing to let you see me like this."

Fang Qingci bowed slightly to him, and then said, "A worm can get sick. It's not your fault. You don't need to mind."

A smile appeared on Father Ling's skinny face: "You are a good boy. It is the luck of my family Ling Xun to meet you."

Fang Qingci said cautiously: "It was my luck to meet him."

The smile on Father Ling's face became stronger, and he looked at him better, "Will you always treat him well in the future? Will you always cherish him?"

"Yes." Fang Qingci said immediately, looking very serious: "I will use my life to love him, and treat him well for the rest of my life, and I will never disappoint him."

"Good, good, really good..." Father Ling couldn't help laughing, smiling, and coughing again.

Ling Xun approached him, looking at his thin face, thin wrist fingers, and his hands could not help but clenched into fists. After a long time, it was slowly released.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked.

Father Ling looked at him with satisfaction and said: "It's nothing more than the diseases that you will get when you get older, and you can't cure them, you can only raise them slowly... It's okay, I don't care. Seeing that your life has been settled, I am very happy in my heart, very happy, haha..."

He looked at Ling Xun and then at Fang Qingci, and said, "Xiao Fang, the father of my child passed away early, and he didn't receive much education to be a female prince. He may not have a good temper. You have to be considerate of him. I can guarantee that his heart is absolutely good, pure, just like his mother and father..."

Having said this, his eyes became melancholy, and he couldn't help but sighed: "His father...I can't help him. At that time, he was too young to know what is most worthy of cherishment. Yes. When I finally understand, he is no longer there..."

As he said, he choked unexpectedly.

Ling Xun's eyes became irritable, he closed his eyes and opened them again, saying in a bad tone, "What is the use of you saying this now?"

"It's useless, it's useless, I know it too, but in this heart, I'm so sad. These days, I dream of him every night. It seems that I can finally see him. , That's okay..." As he said, he wiped his face with his hand and smiled again.

Fang Qingci took La Lingxun's hand, shook it heavily, and said, "I'll go for a walk, and you can talk to your father well."

"Ok……"