Daddy's okay! ”

Chen Luo pulled his son out of his arms and reluctantly showed a loving smile, "Dad still has something to do, you go outside to play first." ”

"Don't be sad about that, Dad!"

Tiny fingers grasped his thumb, and a pair of wet eyes stared at him.

Chen Luo bowed, "Okay, dad is not sad!" ”

"Then A-Ning is out."

The little hand was slightly loose, and he walked out step by step, and when he reached the door, he looked back uneasily.

Seeing that his father was still looking at him, he smiled and crossed the threshold to leave.

Chen Ning's back was far away, Chen Luo instantly smiled, strode out of the door, and walked in the other direction.

He went into the courtyard where his father had lived, which had long since been abandoned because no one had visited it for many years.

The lotus pond, where the lotus flowers bloomed back then, has been covered with snow because of the lack of people to take care of it.

He pushed open the door, stepped into the deserted courtyard step by step through the snow, and followed his memory to an old study.

As soon as the door opened, a smell of old decay came to me, and the study was empty, except for a few abandoned old books piled up in the corner.

Chen Luo lowered his eyes slightly, didn't bother to cover his nose, and strode towards a corner.

Next to this wall, there is an empty bookshelf, on which there is still a bamboo scroll.

He raised his hand and twisted the bamboo roll, only to hear a "click", and the wall facing him suddenly parted, revealing a small dark door.

He took out the fire fold and blew lightly, lighting the torch embedded in the wall.

For a moment, the room was bright.

Compared to the outside, the dust in the secret room is relatively less, and it is full of calligraphy and paintings.

He never entered this place when my father was alive, and even after his death, he never came in.

Just because, before his father died, he told him not to come in for the rest of his life.

Because I promised my father, I have never set foot here in all these years.

Like a walking corpse, he slowly walked towards a stone table full of scrolls.

casually picked up a painting and spread it out, and a stunning girl with a smile appeared in front of him.

Even if he hadn't seen Du Rongfei when he was young, Chen Luo could guess that the stunning girl in the painting should be Du Rongfei, that is, Xie Cheng's mother.

This painting was painted very carefully, and it can be seen how much the painter liked this girl.

A touch of pity flashed on Chen Luo's face, and only the sound of ticking was heard, and the girl's face was half wet.

It should be a tragedy to be liked by someone like his father, right?

Thinking of the past, the woman gently stroked her little head, Chen Luo couldn't help but close her eyes.

Tears slid down instantly as he closed his eyes.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry for you and Uncle Xie, I'm sorry for Ah Cheng, and I'm sorry for my mother! ”

He choked up and said, "If I had known that he was such a person, I would have killed him myself without Ah Cheng making a move!" But ......"

No one told him that he was kept in the dark and chased Xie Cheng everywhere like a fool to avenge such a person.

He sniffed, wiped away his tears, and put the painting back.

He turned and walked back to the doorway, took the torch, and threw it directly into the pile of paintings.

He didn't want to watch it, and he also felt that his father was not worthy of painting Du Rongfei at all.

He will burn all these stains, so that Aunt Du will not be able to rest in peace.

When the fire engulfed the entire chamber, he strode out of the study and left the deserted courtyard.