"Yes, you also think she's a little weird, maybe it's a bit of a sequelae of the brain, but she's a very good person, and she has never made a mistake at work, and she takes care of her father in life. ”

"It's not just a matter of the brain, I don't know her well, she always likes to hold my hand, stare at me, look at my hair, and touch my face, I don't like other people like that. ”

Seeing that my daughter was unhappy, I had to say, I went back to her and told her to pay attention to it in the future.

"And," the daughter continued, "don't tell her anything about me." ”

"I didn't tell her much about you, did I?"

"Come on, you've forgotten about it. She stared at my forehead for a long time yesterday, and then she reached out and lifted my hair on my forehead and asked me, 'Is this scar still there?' If you hadn't told her, how could she have known about the scar on my forehead!"

When it comes to this, it is inevitable that it will make people a little sad.

At that time, I was "degraded" by the company's airborne boss to work in the field, and my wife was all on my wife inside and out, and I always took my daughter to cram school every weekend like a war.

On the way home from after-school classes that day, the traffic jam was too serious, the delay was too long, and my daughter was suffocating her urine. Finally rubbed to the door of the house, and there was no parking space, the wife had to hurriedly park the car on the side of the road at the entrance of the community and let her daughter get out of the car and go home to the toilet first, and then the wife went to find a parking space.

But no one noticed that there was a telephone pole outside the car, and an iron shelf for placing the junction box was erected on the telephone pole, which was relatively low, and the daughter opened the door, hurriedly got together, and hit her head on the sharp corner of the iron shelf, and the forehead was suddenly bloody, and the blood flowed all over the face, and the clothes were stained red, and the ground was also stained with blood.

At that time, I was thousands of miles away, and I heard my wife's nervous crying on the other end of the phone, because my wife couldn't tell the severity of it at that time, only that the blood was bleeding all over the ground, and I was also very panicked, and I was about to buy a plane ticket to go home, but my wife didn't agree, saying that she would go to the hospital for a check-up first, and then hung up the phone.

Later, his wife took her daughter to a nearby hospital with an elderly woman from the same neighborhood who was there at the time, where she was given a tetanus shot and then seven more stitches. Afterwards, my wife called me and said that my daughter had been pricked in the forehead, and that she should be fine after dealing with it, so I could rest assured and stop worrying.

At that time, I was distressed, I felt sorry for my wife who was facing this sudden situation alone, and I felt sorry for my injured daughter.

Xinya asked her daughter, it should be the scar left this time.

"I really didn't tell her. "Actually, I'm not very sure whether I've talked about it or not.

My daughter punched me in the chest: "Don't talk about the sequelae of other people's car accidents, I think your memory is not much better than hers." ”

Maybe. Maybe I really talked about it but forgot.

"Even so. I won't tell her about you in the future. ”

My daughter paused for a while, then suddenly called me "Dad", looked at me with her eyes, and asked, "What about Aunt Wenwen, how is it now?

My daughter has obviously grown up, and when she was a child, she couldn't understand or didn't pay attention to something, but now she seems to have realized something.

"Aunt Wenwen, she's fine, and she's still working in my company. As for marriage...... Doesn't think so?"

I always feel like there is a secret that my daughter has peeped at, and my heart is a little empty.

"Oh. By the way, Dad, I'm going to see my grandpa and grandma on the weekend, and they told you to go too, do you hear?"

"Let me go?

After my wife died, I would watch my children's grandfather and grandmother every New Year's holiday as I used to, and I was usually on call when I had something. This time, I wanted my daughter to stay alone with her grandparents for two days.

The daughter dragged out the long tail and said, "Yes------"

"What's wrong with it, isn't it?" The daughter's voice was louder, and she happened to be heard by Xinya, who had just entered the door to buy vegetables.

My daughter stuck out her tongue at me and went back to her room, where Xinya said behind her, "Niuniu, I'll make you your favorite food." ”

The daughter and Xinya were not used to it, but she turned around and smiled reluctantly and said "thank you".

Xinya didn't want me to help with cooking, so I was happy to be idle and went into my daughter's room to continue chatting with her.

"That auntie, hey, what is she going to eat?"

My daughter stopped me.

I can't remember how much I told Xinya about my daughter, what hobbies and foods my daughter likes, and I don't remember telling Xinya in particular.

"I don't know. What do you want to eat? Daddy asked her to make it, and Daddy can make it for you. ”

She said that it was delicious, and I was a little curious so I asked casually. Eat whatever you want. But I kind of want to Haidilao. ”

"Okay, Dad will invite you to eat one day. ”

My daughter stretched out her little finger and hooked it with me like she did when she was a child, and when she turned around to look at something in her notebook, I glanced at what looked like their school's official website and asked her casually, "How are the exams this semester?"

I don't usually ask my daughter about the test results just after the exam or as soon as I enter the house, although I don't forget it for a moment.

My daughter snapped on the notebook a few times, probably logged in to the intranet to call up the transcript, and pushed the notebook to me: "It's all here, you can see it yourself." ”

"Are you trying to test my English?" he said, scrolling the screen.

My daughter leaned on my back: "If you don't understand, you can ask me, but I believe you're okay." ”

"Daughter, you are awesome, and you are all A's, if my mother knew that her daughter was so good, how proud she would be!"

As soon as I mentioned my mother, my daughter's face showed a little sadness, and I quickly added: "Your grades are so good, and it is very beneficial to apply for a good school for graduate school next year, which is really great!"

I complimented happily as I got up and shook my daughter's cheeks as I did when I was a child.

This scene made Xinya, who came in quietly, see it, pulled me aside, and said, "You are so annoying, how old is your daughter, and you still pull her face." ”

Xinya often has a confused identity and relationship, I'm used to it, my daughter looked a little embarrassed on the side, and I hurried to solve the siege before Xinya realized it: "Don't you cook?"

Xinya subconsciously rubbed her hand on the apron, said "That's good", turned around and walked out.

"Dad, are you going to marry her?" Xinya walked away, and my daughter asked me.

I didn't understand why my daughter suddenly asked this, so I thought about it and said, "Dad still only has mother and daughter in his heart, and he hasn't thought about it." ”

The daughter let out an "oh" and continued to lie on her computer without saying anything more. At this time, Xinya shouted in the living room: "The meal is ready, it's time to eat!"

Xinya cooks a lot, but I didn't find anything special for a long time, or which one is my daughter's favorite dish.

Xinya sat down on the table, pushed a plate of lotus root clips to her daughter, and said a little flatteringly: "Come, this is Niuniu's favorite food." ”

My daughter looked up at me, and I looked up at her, and the two looked at each other.

Loving to eat lotus root clips is still a matter when my daughter is young. At that time, his wife often made it for her daughter, that is, two pieces of lotus root with some meat filling with good ingredients, then wrapped in batter, and fried in an oil pan until golden brown.

Although I didn't particularly like it later, I couldn't find the place of the lotus root clip in the dishes my daughter loved to eat.

In order to avoid being cold, I preemptively reached in and picked up a piece of chopsticks: "I'll taste it first." ”

The daughter also followed with interest, stretched out her chopsticks and picked up a piece and put it in her mouth.

A familiar taste indeed.

"How's it good, it's delicious, thank you yet... Thank you... Auntie?" I motioned for my daughter to be polite.

The daughter also nodded, and could see that she also recognized the taste, looked at Xinya curiously, and said:

"Thank you!"