"Sit down," I said first.

He looked at me and moved his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say it.

"Are you here to spend it?" I asked him with a smile.

"No," he shook his head.

"So what are you talking to me about?" I stood in front of the square table with my back to the window. His hands rested on the back of a wicker chair, and his eyes were staring at the glass covered by the curtains.

"Mr. Lai, I beg you for one thing......" He swallowed the words below and turned his face to look at me with pleading eyes.

"What's the matter? "Say it," I said to him, encouragingly.

"Mr. Li, please don't go to the Great Immortal Temple in the future, okay?" His eyes kept moving, as if he were about to cry.

"Why? How do you know I've been to the Great Immortal Temple? I asked, stunned.

"I-I-" he blushed and stammered.

"Who is that dumb man?" I asked again.

"Dumb? Mute? He asked in surprise.

"It's the mute who lives in the Great Immortal Temple."

"I don't know." He avoided my gaze.

"I saw the camellia you took."

He was silent.

"I saw you watching a movie with your mother and brother yesterday."

He moved his mouth, spat out a sound, and immediately buried his head.

"Why don't you want me to go to the Great Immortal Temple? As long as you explain the reason to me, I will follow your words. ”

He looked up at me, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Mr. Lai, please leave those things that have nothing to do with you," he cried.

"Don't cry, tell me what the Great Immortal Temple has to do with you. Why won't you tell me the truth? I may be able to help you a little," I said earnestly.

"I can't say it, I can't say it!" He said as he reached out and wiped his eyes.

"Okay, don't say it. I know everything. That person in the Great Immortal Temple must be your father. Before I could finish my words, he suddenly lowered his hand, shook his head vigorously, and denied it loudly:

"He's not! He's not! ”

I walked over, took his two hands, and said comfortingly, "Don't be sad, I won't tell anyone about it." It's not your fault. You tell me how your father got this way. ”

"I can't say! I can't say! He broke free of my grip and ran out the door.

"Don't go, I still have something to say to you!" I shouted to keep him. But the sound of his footsteps faded away. Only his crying rang in my ears for a long time.

I didn't move my feet and I knew I wasn't going to catch up with him.