Zerg Writer

At dinner, Father Ling, who had not been out of the room for a long time, appeared at the dinner table.

His spirit looked much better, his eyes lit up, and he said to Ling Xun and Fang Qingci: "Since I'm here, let's stay a few more days, okay?"

In his tone, he even implored. A pair of old eyes fixedly looked at Ling Xun.

Ling Xun turned his head and looked at Fang Qingci. Fang Qingci faced him and nodded gently.

Seeing this, Ling Xun turned his head to look at Father Ling, and said, "Okay, let's stay a few more days."

"Okay, just right, I have let them clean up your room, it's on the third floor, Xun'er in your former room. The doors and windows have been open for a while, and the air inside is circulated, so you won't feel uncomfortable. The pillows and bedding were all new, and I also asked them to order aromatherapy..." Father Ling said endlessly, rare, showing a spirited look.

Ling Xun didn't speak, but there was movement in his eyes. Fang Qingci waited for Ling's father to silence, then nodded and said: "Thank you, let you worry about us while you are sick."

"No thanks, no thanks, haha, I'm happy to see you here..." Ling's father looked like Le Diandian, and he looked several years younger.

He seemed to be the only worm on the table.

Fang Qing's remarks are more than polite, but lack of affection. Not to mention Ling Xun, he has always been faint.

Father Ling's waitress kept a smile that was not a smile, she didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't take the initiative to talk to Fang Qingci and Ling Xun. Naturally, Fang Qingci and Ling Xun would not even talk to him.

Ling Xiuyun seemed to have something on his mind, she had been in a daze, and almost picked the dishes onto her cheeks several times.

Ling Xiuyun's face was even more stinking, and the eyes that occasionally looked at Ling Xun and Fang Qingci seemed to hide a knife. As for him, Fang Qingci and his wife adopted an attitude of ignorance, which made his face even more ugly.

The long and luxurious dining table is full of rich dishes, and a gorgeous crystal lamp shines brightly on the top. But the insects under the lamp have their own minds, and they are not in the mood to taste the delicious food, wasting the chef's good craftsmanship.

Fang Qingci saw that Ling Xun had no appetite, so he got up and took a bowl of soup and pushed it in front of him, whispering: "Try this soup, it's quite delicious..."

Drink some soup first, and your appetite is ready, and you can eat other things.

Ling Xun smiled at him, put the bowl in front of him, picked up the spoon, and drank slowly.

Father Ling looked at them and was very pleased.

Seeing this scene, the female waiter of Ling's father over there laughed and said: "It's not that I said, Young Master. There has always been the principle of females taking care of males. How come you get to the other side? This is not gentle enough. Considerate, but you can't keep the males!"

Ling Xun raised his head and glanced at him, and said, "My business, don't bother you."

The female waiter curled her lips and said, "I am also concerned about you, the eldest young master. If the female passed away early and could teach you more, you would not—"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Qingci interrupted him. There was no smile on his face. He looked at him quietly, and said, "I think Ling Xun is very good. It is my blessing to be favored by him. His dead father taught him well, and I like it very much. ."

Ling Xun was stunned for a moment before realizing that Fang Qing said that his dead father was referring to his father-in-law. Suddenly, his fingers trembled, and he couldn't help but stretched it over and held his hand tightly. He turned his head to look at him, his eyes full of movement and gratitude.

Fang Qingci held his hand and looked at him, smiling softly.

The waitress waited to speak again, but when she saw Father Ling patted the table vigorously, she said angrily: "Can't you stop your mouth with so much food?"

The waitress dared not say anything, lowered her head, and ate the food in front of her. Father Ling coughed twice and stopped talking. In his eyes, there is a bit of sorrow.

A meal is over.

Without intending to talk to other insects, Fang Qingci and Ling Xun went up to the third floor after they had dinner, and went to the room prepared for them.

Indeed, as Ling's father said, the room was prepared very comfortably. It's just that the aroma of aromatherapy is too strong and it chokes the nose.

Fang Qingci opened the curtains, opened the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, and extinguished the aroma. As a result, gradually, the air became fresher.

The moonlight is very good, and the mercury is like spilling on the ground, covering the window sill with a touch of silver. With the rose flower climbing up the railing, it is like a dream.

The two sat on the balcony, opened a bottle of red wine, and drank from each other. A little bit of evening breeze, a little bit of drunkenness, which is also very good.

The rose flower gently swayed the vine on one side, and the flower was bright crimson, very beautiful.

A kiss with the smell of red wine is more intoxicating than wine.

The moonlight enveloped the two who seemed to merge into one, glittering in their hair.

At the moment of affection, the door was knocked.

Ling Xun calmed down his breath, and said loudly, "Who?"

The voice of the servant sounded outside the door: "Master, the master wants you to go to his room."

Ling Xun said: "I see, you go first."

Outside the door became quiet again, Fang Qingci got up from Ling Xun's arms, touched his hot cheek, and said, "Go, I'll wait for you to come back."

Ling Xun got up, tidyed up his messy clothes, and then reached out to stroke Ping Qingci's messy hair: "If I go too long, you will go to bed first, don't wait for me."

Fang Qingci nodded and said, "Okay."

Ling Xun walked out of their room and walked along the long curved staircase to the second floor. He heard his footsteps being sucked away by the thick carpet, and felt his palms rubbing against the smooth walnut handrails, his eyes couldn't help but be in a trance. stand up. Many memories rushed to my heart.

He has walked this staircase countless times since he was a child, and now he walks it again, it feels like a world away.

He suddenly remembered one time when he came home from the outside, he heard the voice of his father-in-law from a distance, and couldn't help but ran into the house excitedly, and almost fell at the door.

On the stairs, at that time, the mother and father’s laughing voice sounded: "How old are they, and they are so frizzy, how can I be relieved?"

He raised his head and looked towards the third floor, and saw the father-in-law standing on the top of the stairs, holding the railing with both hands, and looking over with a smile. A ray of sunlight fell on his face through the curtains, making his smile very warm. But the five senses are blurred.

Those memories, it seems, have also begun to blur...

But some memories are still as clear as what just happened yesterday.

He remembered being held in his arms by his father, and the light fragrance from his hair and neck. The cold and hard touch of the epaulettes and collar badges, the toughness of the military uniform and the softness of his palm... everything was deeply in his mind.

When he walked to the door of the master bedroom and blinked vigorously, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Father Ling's voice sounded, hoarse and old, far from the clear voice in his memory.

When he was young, he was very romantic and handsome. But now... I don't have any feelings for him anymore, but thinking of the tragic contrast makes him feel sad... He opened the door and walked in. The breath in the room was still as unpleasant as before.

Without turning on the headlights, only a dim aqua-green table lamp was on, illuminating Father Ling's thin yellow face.

"Sit down," he said after coughing twice.

Ling Xun sat down on a chair far away, lowering his eyebrows, "Is something wrong with me?"

Father Ling looked at him for a long time before saying: "You look so much like your father-in-law. I still remember the first time I saw him, I was fascinated by him. The arrangements at home were affected. I strongly refused, just to marry him and make him my prince... When we were newly married, we went to Shuiyuexing for our honeymoon. The scenery was very good, and he was also very good... That memory is really beautiful. what……"

He sighed at that time, tears in his eyes. "My boy, can't you really forgive me? I, I already know that I was wrong, really..."

"During this time, I think of your father-in-law every day and night. It's him who opens my eyes, and he who closes my eyes. In my dream, it is still him... I regret that I can't wait to beat myself to death, but no matter what I do, It's no help anymore. When he died, he was completely disappointed in me. Even I think he hated me at that time... I can't forget him, I regret it, but, but, what is there? Use it..."

As he spoke, he began to cry, crying very sadly. Ling Xun looked at him quietly, with water gleaming in his eyes, but it never came out.

Finally, after he stopped crying, Ling Xun spoke and said faintly: "What do you miss, is it him or your youth?"

When the voice fell, Father Ling was stunned. After a while, he smiled bitterly: "You kid...have always been so smart, can't you be a little stupid?"

Ling Xun smiled self-deprecatingly: "I hope so too."

The room calmed down. After a long time, Father Ling waved his hand and said: "No matter what, I won't say any more. I just want to tell you, no matter what, your female father is the most important insect in my life. , No other worm can shake his position. Therefore, I will leave all of my property after death to you. It can be regarded as all my thoughts..."

As he said, he sighed long.

Ling Xun said coldly: "You don't have to be like this, I don't--"

Father Ling waved his hand again and said: "I know you are not rare, but don't you want to give your little male a better life? And, as the son of a female monarch, you deserve it."

Upon hearing this, Ling Xun stopped talking.

Outside the door, Ling Xiuyun clings to the door, gritted her teeth as she listened to the sound coming from inside.

"I know, I know..."