I opened the door and walked into the living room.

There were no lights on in the house and the room was very dark. He sat in the shadows, motionless, as if asleep and dead.

My heart thumped.

I pinched the key and tiptoed over to him.

"Dad......"

I called him softly, and I stared at him without blinking, lest if I missed the eye, the man would turn gray in an instant.

The father slowly opened his eyes, and the hallucinations disappeared. It's still that young and unchanging face.

"Oh, Xuanxuan, you're back." He smiled and said, "Come, sit with Dad for a while." ”

I sat down next to him.

It has been two months since Murong Xuan was buried in the first chapter, and in the past two months, our father and daughter have been busy with each other. I haven't sat down and gotten along well. It's as if there are always so many trivial things to deal with. It's like just being busy with your own business. I was able to no longer face the fact that my mother had died.

and the fact that my father was also dying.

On the eve of the rainstorm, the air was damp. The sour smell that is unique to the change of seasons permeates my nostrils. The light is dim and dim. The scenery is as if it is rippling in the water, only the star on his father's shoulder. There was a flash of light.

I stared at the star for a long time, as if there was some deep secret hidden in it.

"Xuan Xuan ......"

"What?" I came back to my senses and looked at my father.

"Do you plan to live here in the future?" He looked at me, "Dad is gone, do you still plan to live here?" ”

It's a question I've never thought about, and I shook my head blankly: "I don't know. You can't live here. Where else can I stay? ”

"Let's go back abroad." The father suddenly said, "I asked my little aunt to arrange everything for you, and go to Murong Xuan in Europe Chapter 1 The United States is fine, and it is no problem to go to a place like Australia to escape the world...... Get out of here. Sell the house and settle abroad. ”

I looked at my father with some surprise: "Going to settle abroad? Why? ”

The father did not answer immediately, and after a long time. He said, "Perhaps, a change of environment will be beneficial." ”

I didn't say anything, I could hear my father's words.

“…… I'm still trying to struggle. He suddenly smiled and lowered his voice, "I want to change your fate, just like your mother said, you won't be willing to die." ”

Startled by his words, I panicked and scared, and quickly grabbed his arm: "Dad, what are you talking about?" What changes fate? ”

"No, nothing." He shook his head, "That's all excuses, Xuanxuan, it's just our own unwillingness." ”

I was a little speechless, I looked at my dad with sadness in my eyes.

He raised his eyes and stared at me, "Remember what Dad said?" ”

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Don't forget, that's the most important thing." He raised his hand and gently stroked my long hair, "In the future, when you encounter great danger, Mom and Dad will come to your rescue at a critical moment." ”

I was so sad that I couldn't speak.

"Don't take this as crazy, Xuanxuan, it's not because your mother passed away that I can't bear it. I just talked nonsense to you. I want you to assure me that you will take it to heart. He stared at me, his voice never so firm, "We will come to your rescue at any time, even if we have been dead for years...... Good daughter, do you remember? ”

I remember, Dad.

My name is Murong Xuan.

Xuan means jade for worshipping the heavens, which has a lot to do with the major events that happened on the day I was born. But I don't usually explain this to people because people are more interested in my last name.

"Why is your surname Murong? …… Or...... Is there really a surname Murong? That's the question I hear most often, as well as, "And what is your father's name Murong?" ”

For the third question, I can only answer honestly: "My dad is not surnamed Murong, but Fang." ”

Every time I say that, most of the other person's expressions become lost, and they don't say it, but I know they must think in their hearts: Oh, it turns out that the parents are dizzy and mess with the names of their children, just like those "new humans" who put letters in their children's names in order to be different.

Later, after knowing each other for a long time, one of my close classmates finally said to me, "Murong." 1 Small Says α. Tidying up

I have always guessed that you were not born in your family, otherwise how could anyone with the surname Murong now? But when I saw your parents, I knew that you must be your own. You and your dad are carved out of the same mold. The facial features and eyebrows are very similar! ”

It's no wonder that others have speculated in this way, even I have had doubts about this issue for a long time, and I have even more abundant evidence: there are not even pictures of me as a baby at home.

All the photos were taken at the age of three at the earliest, and there were no more before that, not to mention the birth certificates, birth certificates, maternity pens, and baby footprint commemorative books sold by maternity hospitals......

There was none, not even a single hair.

I asked my mom where my baby photos went, and her answer was simple, lost it.

"I lost it when I moved." She said, "I lost a big box of things, and the moving company lost them." ”

When I was in elementary school, my family moved once, and we moved from a residential complex to a house with a yard and a fence in the suburbs, and we have lived there ever since.

I don't believe my mother's argument at all. Because it's not just my baby photos that are missing, but also their wedding photos.

"That's not called missing! Called no photo at all! "Mom gets angry every time she mentions it." Your dad won't shoot! Brains made of diamonds! Die! ”

Every time this happens, my dad will give me a look and signal me not to add fuel to the fire and continue to ask questions. But I won't stop there, it's rare to have such a chance to poke his death hole, I really like to see the embarrassing look of my dad when he instantly transforms into a 'legless crab', this kind of moment is too rare for a person like him who is always at ease and calm.

"Why not?" I asked, "Why doesn't Dad take it?" ”

"You go ask him!" Mom said hatefully, "What do you say, the groom in the photo is a stupid guy...... So what else is he married to me?! ”

"Why are you stupid?" I turned to my dad again and asked, "Where are you stupid?" ”

When my father saw me asking questions, he was also annoyed: "It's just stupid!" A bow tie like an idiot strangles his neck! ”

"Everyone shoots well, you say it's like an idiot! Didn't you take a good photo of the marriage certificate in the Civil Affairs Bureau? ”

"That's only one minute, I can pretend to be an idiot for one minute." Dad said very seriously, "If you want me to pretend to be an idiot and walk around the park all day, that's not okay!" ”

Oh, I remembered, Mom and Dad's marriage certificate...... The reason why I remember this is because someone mentioned it, and it was very strange that they actually took me to get a marriage certificate, and I was already able to walk and talk at that time.

"Wait, why do you have to wait until I'm two or three years old before you go to register your marriage?" I stopped the two people who were arguing, "Even if it's a trial marriage." You don't need to try for three or four years, do you? ”

Who knew that when I asked this, the two of them stopped arguing and meditated together.

"Well, what do you say...... "Mom hesitated." How can this be explained? ”

"In short," Dad coughed, "your mother hesitated to marry me, after all, she has been on a blind date a hundred times......

Before he could finish his words, the ball of yarn in his mother's hand smashed towards him!

So, well, actually, I still didn't ask the answer I wanted to know in the end.

Actually, it's not that Dad doesn't like to take pictures. There are a lot of photos of him with my mom and me at home. Especially most of the photos of him holding me, I was still a very little girl at that time, and my father seemed to like to hold me for pictures.

But he himself doesn't like to take pictures, and if he is alone, he will not take pictures.

It's not because my dad is ugly, it's even the opposite, he's the most handsome person I've ever met.

Generally speaking, daughters say that their dad is handsome. None of this is true.

However, even if I refuse to admit it, there are countless women around me who agree with it.

When I was a child, I didn't notice this, because as a child, the main scope of communication was also the children's circle, and the children's eyes could not distinguish whether the male was good-looking or not, they could only distinguish between chocolate candy and orange candy. I just remember my mom often joking that when my dad went to pick me up from kindergarten, all the teachers' eyes were focused on my dad and it was like shouting "Ready!" Start".

When I got to middle school, I heard a classmate say that Murong is so handsome and young, and he is also an officer, wow, he is so handsome!

Handsome is dead...... Is it? I don't think so.

went home and looked at that face all day long, and looked numb after looking at it for more than ten years, in my mother's words, even Polo would be aesthetically fatigued.

I still remember when I was in my second year of junior high school, my father came to school for some reason and asked me for the keys to my house. I was called out in the middle of the lesson, and I gave my dad the key and went back to the classroom. Shin Shin in the back seat poked me in the back with a ballpoint pen.

"Hey, hey! Murong, who is that! Her voice sounded excited, "Your brother? ”

I shook my head, "It's my dad." ”

My voice was low, but I still heard Shin Shin exclaim!

"How so?! So young......"

I don't know how to explain it, and every time I run into this kind of problem, I get a headache.

"Listen, Grandma has mispronounced another word." Xinxin grinned behind my back, "When I asked you to go out to see your dad just now, she was almost knocked down the steps. ”

Grandma is our English teacher, surnamed Zhang. In fact, she is a very young girl, a normal student who has only graduated for two years, and because she nagged too much, she was nicknamed "Grandma" by the student.

"Murong, your father is a female killer." Xinxin continued, "A little quail like Grandma Zhang, kill a bunch of them!" ”

Alas......

When I came home that weekend, I told my mom what Shin Shin had said, and she was so happy that she wanted to fall off the couch!

"Quail? Still killing a bunch? Hahaha! She burst into tears of joy, "Your dad sells barbecue on a charcoal rack, right?" ”

I was also happy to hear her say that.

However, my mother laughed enough and wiped her tears again: "Alas, in fact, he is not as handsome as before." ”

"Huh?" I was stunned, "You mean my dad?" ”

"Well, it's getting less and less handsome, alas, tragedy, tragedy." She shook her head.

I was stunned, I could barely notice any change in my father, he looked almost exactly the same as I remembered when I was a child.

"Why are you getting less and less handsome?" I asked, "Has his face changed?" ”

"Well, you can't find out." My mom patted my brain sympathetically, "I'm talking about your father's appearance at the age of fourteen or fifteen, which is not something that can be described by a handsome word, it is as beautiful as jade." That's all it can say. ”

I told my mom that I was completely stunned!

"Where's the photo?!" I quickly asked, "Where are the photos?!" How come I haven't seen pictures of him when he was a kid?! ”

Speaking of which, I haven't really seen photos of my dad when he was younger, and all his photos are exactly the same as they are now.

"Nope." Mom spread her hands. "I lost a piece of it, too."

"How so?!" I was a little angry, "Isn't there anything at my aunt's house?" ”

"Nope." Mom shook her head, "Your dad, cough, he doesn't like to save photos...... It's all thrown away. ”

What a reason for this!

I sat back down on the couch depressed: "That...... How beautiful was he when he was fourteen or fifteen? Is as beautiful as Xiaomo? ”

Xiaomo is my cousin, the son of my father's sister. It was a boy who was as beautiful as a pearl, but he was very short-tempered, and he always went out to fight and cause trouble.

Mom hesitated: "It seems to be quite similar, but if you score such things as beautiful, Xiaomo is not as good as your father." ”

"What? Where is it not like enough? ”

"It's not a problem somewhere, it's a matter of temperament." Mom pondered for a moment before saying, "When your father was fourteen or fifteen years old, the kind of temperament on his body was not in Xiaomo. ”

"What temperament?"

"Ruthless."

I was stunned for a moment and laughed: "Oh, Xiaomo is not ruthless enough? Fights at school are famous......"

"What's that ruthless?" Mom rolled her eyes, "That's different...... Ruthless and ruthless are two concepts. ”

Cruel? That's what she used to describe my father?

When I asked again, my mother refused to continue.

However, how could Dad be a "cruel" person? Even, he was such a gentle, generous and merciful man.

"Your dad has completely changed now, so the glaring beauty of the early years is gone." Mom clapped her hands as she spoke, "But I still prefer him to be the way he is now, even if it's getting worse every year." ”

In fact, my mother is really exaggerating, my father may not be as beautiful as he was when he was young, but he is not "getting crippled year by year", because he will not age at all.

Of course, the same goes for moms.

In our family, there is another person who will not age, that is my first father, Xiaomo's father.

My parents don't have any relatives, and the only blood relatives who have dealings with them are my aunt's family.

My name is "Little Aunt", which is actually wrong. Because my aunt is two years older than my father, but that's "supposedly".

"What do you mean?! I'm just two years older than him! So don't call me little aunt! ”

I still remember my aunt gritting her teeth, I was very young at that time, and I didn't know which nerve was wrong, so I had to add a small word in front of "aunt", this kind of unauthorized change of the title caused my aunt to be extremely dissatisfied, but at the age of four or five, it seemed to me that my aunt was indeed much younger than my father, and it turned out that in the photos left at that time, my aunt looked ten years younger than my father.

However, the little aunt is getting older and older year by year, but the father always refuses to grow old, like a tortoise and a rabbit race. When I was eleven years old, she finally "caught up" with her dad's age, according to herself.

That year, my aunt celebrated her thirtieth birthday, and the two families celebrated her once, and we bought a big cream cake with two numbers on it: 3 and 0. Satisfied, my aunt blew out the candle.

"From now on, I'm going to be older than your dad again!" "In two years, he and I will be able to return to the gap we had before," she said vividly. Ha ha! That's nice! ”

Generally speaking, women are afraid of aging, and thirty years old is never an auspicious age for women, and I have never seen anyone like my aunt who welcomes the arrival of the year from the bottom of her heart. Even more ...... with anticipation Old.

During the banquet, her eight-year-old son Xiaomo said very worriedly: "Mom, but you are going to be old." It's going to be an old woman. ”

Xiaomo's words caused everyone to burst into laughter!

"Oh, mom has become an old woman, you don't like mom anymore?" The little aunt picked up her son, and she asked deliberately.

"No, it's something that an old woman likes." Xiaomo said, "Even if I become like my grandmother downstairs, my teeth fall out and the flesh on my body falls to my knees, I like it." ”

Everyone, burst into laughter!

The old grandmother downstairs at my aunt's house, eighty years old, has no teeth in her mouth, her waist is bent like a shrimp, and her sagging is very serious, and it is an exaggeration to say that she has to carry it on her knees.

Then I heard my little aunt pause word by word, gritted her teeth and said, "Xiaomo, you listen to your mother!" Your mother and I, even if we live to be one hundred and eighty years old, the flesh on our bodies will not fall to our knees! ”

Somehow, the little aunt often gritted her teeth when she spoke, as if if she didn't speak like that, the other party wouldn't be able to hear her!!