It's over, it's over, how can he hear it?!

"I ......" Luo Xiaoqian pinched the grass she had just pulled in her hand and stood up, "I am...... Joking with my aunt. ”

Leng Zimo smiled, grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand over, throwing away the blade of grass she was holding in her hand, he frowned and looked at her green palm.

"Follow me!"

Pulling her by the hand, he strode forward along the stony pavement, leading her all the way to a stream sheltered by green trees.

Luo Xiaoqian immediately shook off his palm and went over to wash her hands.

Leng Zimo watched her squatting by the stream to wash her hands, his eyes looked around casually, and he frowned slightly when he noticed the familiar figure on the stone steps in the distance.

"What are you looking at?"

Luo Xiaoqian shook off the water stains on her hands, walked to his side again, and looked at him curiously.

"Let's go the other way."

Leng Zimo grabbed her palm again, led her all the way over the small stone bridge above the river, and quickly descended down another mountain road, his steps seemed a little eager.

Luo Xiaoqian's gaze swept over several figures on the mountain road they came up from, and suddenly understood that he was hiding someone.

The two mountain roads were very far away, and it was impossible to see who the other party was, but it was vaguely clear that several people on the other side were very tall, obviously well-trained, and surrounded by an old man.

I couldn't see the man's face clearly, only the gray hair and straight back of the man.

These days in the hospital, she also heard some of the gossip of those nurses.

Knowing that Leng Zimo's family background is very unusual, his father seems to be a very powerful figure, could it be that this one is his father? !

She's been with him for so long, it seems that he never mentions his family, let alone comes home to see it.

Just now I saw him helping his mother wipe the tombstone so carefully, and the relationship with his mother must be extremely haode, but for this father, it seems that he has reached the point where he doesn't want to see him.

Looking at Leng Zimo beside her, Luo Xiaoqian was very curious, but she consciously didn't ask.

Her gaze stopped on his pursed lips, and looking at his obviously lonely face, she backhanded and held his palm with her own fingers.

After experiencing the departure of her parents one after another, she understands better than anyone how he feels at this time.

Feeling the strength of her fingers, Leng Zimo turned his face and looked at her.

Luo Xiaoqian didn't realize it, but continued to follow the steps step by step.

"Most people are strict fathers and mothers, but our family is just the opposite, when I was young, my mother always forced me to play the piano, children are inevitably lazy, my mother punished my station, do not play to the time and do not let me eat, my father is also a gentleman, often not at home, afraid that I will starve, every time I go home, secretly buy snacks for me, at that time, I always feel that my mother is not a good mother, and even scolded her for being a bad mother when I was angry......" Thinking of her young and ignorant self, Luo Xiaoqian sniffed, "Later, When my mother was temporary, she also told me that she was sorry, and now, every time I play the piano, I think of my mother, if it wasn't for her strictness at that time, there would be no Luo Xiaoqian now......"

Leng Zimo listened to her story silently.

He knew she was comforting him.

"I know, in fact, her love for me is not inferior to my father, I really regretted it at that time, regretted some of the words I said at that time, some of the things I did......"