"Come, what have you done today?" Su Zimo looked at Mei Bixue's pretty back and left, then looked down at Su Xi'er, who looked like a good baby in her arms, and asked with interest.

"I ......" Su Xi'er heard this, her little face seemed to be a little embarrassed, and she buried her little head tightly in the other party's arms.

Seeing this, Su Zimo looked down at Yang Leling, who was standing quietly on the side, raised his hand and rubbed the other party's little head, and asked softly, "Xiaole, tell me, is Xiao Xi'er well-behaved today?"

Yang Leling nodded, and said without thinking, "Uncle, Xiao Xi'er is good today."

"Really?" Su Zimo said softly, took the other party's little hand, came to the Eight Immortals table in the living room, and put the reluctant Su Xi'er on the chair.

Yang Leling naturally nodded, sat on another chair at Su Zimo's suggestion, and then looked at the other party suspiciously.

After Su Zimo sat on the chair, he looked at the two little Lori, one big and one small, and gently tapped the table with his fingers, making a rhythmic sound, and then looked at Su Xi'er, who was dressed in pink, and didn't speak.

About half a minute, Su Xi'er said, "Dad, I'm ..... I cried today."

Even if the other party doesn't say it, Su Zimo can guess one or two, without him, the other party's reddish eye circles can easily be guessed, sighing slightly, and feeling distressed in his heart, he said inexplicably, "Why are you crying?"

"Because I'm ...... I miss Dad," Su Xi'er said aggrievedly, revealing a small appearance, which made the people who saw it couldn't help but feel a sense of pity.

Su Zimo sighed, stretched out his hand and gently touched the other party's small forehead, "You, you ......." Although she was very happy that Su Xi'er was so sticky to herself, no matter how she said it, she also felt a little bad in her heart.

"Daddy, you...... Aren't you happy?" Su Xi'er opened her mouth, lowered her head, and said in a somewhat depressed tone.

Seeing this, Su Zimo picked up the other party's pink little face, and smiled, "Naturally, I'm not angry, but let's make an agreement, no matter what happens in the future, don't cry."

Su Xi'er looked at the other party with big ignorant eyes and nodded, but shook her head again, and said with some embarrassment, "Dad, I'm afraid I can't do it, what should I do" The innocent language made people feel no trace of impatience.

Su Zimo was softened by the other party's small appearance, hugged him, pinched the other party's little nose, and said softly, "Okay, then promise Dad, try not to cry in the future, okay?"

Su Xi'er didn't refuse this time, snuggled into the other party's arms, and said in a glutinous voice, "Okay...... Okay, Dad, I'll try."

Su Zimo nodded, gently patted the other party's soft little back, saw the guzheng that had been precipitated over the years in the corner of his eye, thinking about the scene of Fang Cai, he was in a trance, as if he had thought of something, put Su Xi'er aside, under the puzzled gaze of the two little Lori, stood up, walked to the computer desk and pulled out a piece of A4 paper, picked up a pen again, came to the guzheng, looked at the twenty-one strings on it, couldn't help but reach out and put it on, gently stroked, with the memory of Fang Cai, on it restored Mei Bixue's playing method, the pleasant sound sounded, but the fingering was very unfamiliar, and the melody sounded naturally had a slight flaw。

Fortunately, there are only two little Lori listeners, and they don't feel the slightest flaw, but the little face is a little surprised, and it seems that this sound is not much different from what Aunt Mei/Godmother plays, which is very good.

Su Zimo seemed to think of something at this moment, spread the paper on the cabinet, lifted the pen, and quickly drew the score that emerged in his heart on it.

Su Xi'er and Yang Leling looked at Su Zimo curiously, because they were afraid of disturbing each other, so they covered their mouths tightly and looked at Su Zimo who was busy with a pair of clear and transparent eyes.

Time passed bit by bit, and as the movements in Su Zimo's hands did not stop, the white and flawless A4 paper gradually added more scribbled handwriting, scribbling and drawing, but at a glance, it did not make people feel dazzled.

According to the memory in the depths of his mind, Su Zimo's pen on the A4 paper stopped writing, sometimes Jun's face showed a touch of abruptness, and the speed of writing was much faster, and sometimes, showing a look of chagrin, he directly crossed out the stage that he was not satisfied with, bowed his head and meditated, half a ring, and then picked up the pen to write the part he was satisfied with.

About ten minutes later, as Su Zimo's last stroke fell, he stopped, put the pen aside, picked up the A4 paper, looked at the dense handwriting on it, and nodded with satisfaction, this is a classic guzheng song in the previous life, I originally wanted to write it directly, but I thought that some of the meanings in it had a slight deviation from the history of this world, so I made some small changes on this basis, making this song more in line with this world, although it does not exceed the original work, but it is not much different.

Picked up this score and pressed it under the guzheng qin, which was associated with Mei Bixue's interpretation, and he has always done his best to teach himself, so this piece was naturally given to the other party.

Put it in order, Su Zimo just wanted to walk in front of Su Xi'er and the others, but unexpectedly, his slender body trembled, gritted his teeth, seemed to think of something, his expression returned to normal, and he smiled lightly at the two little girls, smiling like a breeze.

If you are an adult here, I am afraid that you will be able to feel the reluctance and pain contained in the corners of the other person's eyes.

"You wait here, I'll go to the teacher's place to see if there's anything I need help with, and you must not walk around casually, or I'll wait for me to come back...... Hmph"

Su Zimo said, under the strange gaze of the two little Lori, walked out of the living room, came to the corner of the courtyard where the two could not see, just stood still, but a stumbling, almost fell to the ground, hurriedly supported the wall with his hand, the pain in his mind became more and more intense, as if he was about to explode at any time, trembling violently, gritting his teeth, and not letting himself cry out.

The original sickly face looked even more pale at this moment, the sweat on his forehead continued to fall to the ground like rain, and the T-shirt he was wearing was already soaked and full of sweat at the moment.

Pain, pain that goes deep into the bone marrow, if you insist on grading the pain, it can be divided into twelve levels, the first level is the pain of being bitten by mosquitoes, and the twelfth is the pain of pregnant women during childbirth, so the pain that Su Zimo feels at this moment directly exceeds this division, this kind of pain, no one can understand it, only Su Zimo experienced it twice, and the other time was on the stage of the dream song, this time, it was even more painful than the last time, if it weren't for the two lives, beyond the willpower of ordinary people, I am afraid that I would faint at this moment.

Just when Su Zimo gritted his teeth and endured this unbearable pain for ordinary people, there was a sound of anxiety from not far away, faintly mixed with crying.

"Daddy, Daddy, you...... What's wrong with you?"