Zhao Zijian nodded, neither said that he had eaten, nor was he the slightest restraint, he was very atmospheric, and Shi Shiran sat on Xiao Jian's side.

"Dad. When the father and daughter first met, there was no heart-wrenching touching story, Xiao Ruo just shouted lightly, and pulled Xu Anmo over on the side and introduced: "This is Xu Anmo." She didn't say much superfluous, Xu Anmo thought that Xiao Jian should have said what he should have said a long time ago.

"Well, that's good. Father Xiao smiled all over his face, pointed to the position on his side and said to him, "Young man, come here, let me take a good look." Seeing that he greeted his daughter who he hadn't seen for two years first, he asked himself to sit down next to him, Xu Anmo hesitated, then walked over and sat down.

Xiao Ruo sat down next to him, and Zhao Ziyu sat down closely, his big eyes kept rolling on his face, as if he was wondering about something.

"Xu Anmo, right?" Father Xiao pulled up Xu Anmo's palm, with a friendly expression, patted the back of his hand and said: "I heard Jian'er say that you saved Xiao Ruo's life, as a father, I don't know what to thank you, you can accept this thing, I hope you don't dislike it." As he spoke, he took a string of crystal clear jade beads from his arm and handed it to him.

Xu Anmo looked at the jade string in front of him, which was worth a lot of money, and was a little at a loss, so he had to look at Xiao Ruo and ask what she meant.

Xiao Ruo's eyes wrinkled slightly, and he said loudly: "Dad, what are you doing with such a valuable thing for him." “

Father Xiao raised his head slightly, slanting his eyes to look at her: "No matter how precious it is, your life is important?"

Xiao Ruo snorted, didn't answer and lowered his head again. Xu Anmo didn't accept it at this time, nor did he accept it, as soon as he gritted his teeth, his heart was not just a jade string, what was not good to receive. I took it.

"Thank you, uncle. ”

"Hey, what do you call me?" Father Xiao's face was reproachful, but his eyes revealed a smile.

Xu Anmo's face turned red, calling a strange man his father, how he felt weird, and he couldn't say it for a while.

Xiao Ruo relieved him in time: "Xu Anmo, you just call him uncle, let's call each other." ”

Xu Anmo breathed a sigh of relief and shouted honestly: "Uncle." "He thought to himself that I still have your daughter, what is it to call your father now.

Father Xiao didn't care, seeing that everyone was stunned, he greeted: "It's like in your own home, eat, and there are no outsiders, you're welcome." ”

In addition to Xu Anmo, the guests and hosts enjoyed a meal, and Zhao Zijian's brothers and sisters were very polite and knew that people wanted to catch up with the past, so they said goodbye early after dinner and went home.

Xu Anmo saw that the three of them seemed to have something to say, so he also said hello to the three of them and went up to the third floor.

When passing by the second floor, a slightly weak voice came from the cubicle: "Is it Xiao Ruo?"

Xu Anmo's heart moved, thinking that this should be Xiao Ruo's mother, I don't know why, he suddenly wanted to see her, listening to Xiao Jian's words, it seemed that she was very sick and had few days to live.

Thinking of his mother, he sighed, followed the sound and walked over, the bedroom door was not closed, he stretched out his head to look in, only to see a woman sitting on a luxurious big bed under a warm yellow light, when he saw his face, Xu Anmo was a little dazed, because the woman on the bed was dry and thin, and her face was old like an old lady in her sixties, is this Xiao Ruo's mother?

The woman heard the sound, and slowly moved her head over, as if it took a lot of effort, to look at Xu Anmo, just looked at him in a daze, and seemed to react after a long time, and muttered: "You, you are the Namo that Xiao Ruo said, what?"

Xu Anmo felt sad for no reason, people are born, old, sick and die, but there is no filial son in front of the bed for a long time, their hearts are lonely, who can feel it? Maybe the people who are dying are often the loneliest in the world, because in addition to waiting for death, they also have to endure the torture of great loneliness in their hearts.

He walked in, sat at the head of the bed and said in a softer tone: "Hello Auntie, my name is Xu Anmo." It's your daughter's student. ”

"Hey," Xiao Mu grinned, and was about to pull his arm, Xu Anmo hurriedly handed his hand over, Xiao Mu's lean hand held his palm, he felt like he was being held by a hand skeleton, a little strangulation.

"Xiao Ruo came up to talk about you before. Xiao's mother smiled: "She said that she recognized you as her younger brother, and you will be my child in the future, don't be polite or anything here, just treat it as home, ah?"

Xu Anmo's heart was warm, and he was a little panting when he saw that he didn't say a word, and couldn't help worrying: "Auntie, what disease do you have, how did you lose weight like this?"

Xiao Mu shook her head and chuckled: "The disease of the dead, look at it early." ”

"Auntie, you are such a good person, how can you say such unlucky words, I see that God definitely wants you to stay in the world for another few decades, and now he doesn't want to accept you. Xu Anmo coaxed her.

Xiao's mother laughed, and there was a light gasp, Xu Anmo hurriedly gave her a breath from behind, and patted her lightly twice, Xu Anmo suddenly felt that there seemed to be a bulge behind Xiao's mother, he touched it carefully, fleshy, a little shocked for a while, and rubbed it again, and suddenly felt that Xiao's mother closed her eyes, hummed, and looked drowsy.

Xu Anmo had no choice but to stop, slowly put Xiao's mother down, and let her sleep. Walking out of the room gently, Xu Anmo was still recalling the feeling just now, a thin person like Xiao's mother, it should be easy to feel the backbone in the back, why did he touch a piece of fleshy things, could it be that this is Xiao's mother's illness?

Shaking his head, he was a little confused. walked to the third floor and took a shower in the bathroom outside, before returning to the room that Xiao Ruo had sorted out for him.

The big bed was soft, Xu Anmo slept on it but felt uncomfortable tight, tossing and turning, turning and turning and couldn't sleep, and saw that there was a book on the desk on the side, so he took it and looked at it.

It's just that although others are looking at the books, their minds are full of Xiao Ruo's things.

Thinking of Zhao Zijian, who is like a beautiful son in the turbid world, his personal style, bearing, and knowledge....... In either case, it was the existence that crushed him, and he was very discouraged for no reason. It's like if you and a person pursue the same woman, but this love rival, not only will he not make you feel annoying, but will make you feel jealous.

He sighed, he felt like a little tailor, silently secretly in love with a princess, but one day when he and the princess's fiancé, a courteous prince who was perfect in every way, this gap was fully manifested.