Father Ann attaches great importance to the family, and this tone has basically never appeared at home, he just feels in a trance.

The trembling in his heart also made his voice tremble: "Dad, are you really okay?" ”

"It's fine." This time, he seemed to have realized that something was wrong with him, and he hurriedly changed his tone.

"That's good." An Chenglin is such a keen person, he won't even be unclear about this situation, he is following his father's wishes.

Unfortunately, in the end, he couldn't resist the delicate anxiety of his mind, and he groaned for a long time, and finally accidentally kicked him out of the bed and straightened the quilt.

Facing his pale face, he asked casually, "How long?" ”

"I've known for more than a year."

"Didn't think to tell me."

Obviously it should be a question sentence, but it is said in the tone of a declarative sentence, Father An seems to have tightened his heartstrings, and said:

"Not really."

An Chenglin seemed to smile, and finally asked: "You thought about telling me, and then you vetoed it by Dad?" ”

There is no need to look at Father An's expression, An Chenglin also knows that his thoughts must be right, no way, his father's temperament is actually damn like himself.

So he got angry, and he didn't know whether to be angry with him or not.

I'm like this, why should I talk about others.

"Forget it, there's nothing more to say." An Chenglin said this sentence in general in a compromise, this copy and paste character, he basically did not make much evaluation.

"Are you angry?" Father An's face seemed to fluctuate a little, obviously pale, but his tone was still very tough. This is the majesty of a high position that has been maintained for many years.

"Not really." An Chenglin spread his hands, sat down again, and leaned on the bed steadily, his father looked at him, and he looked back.

At this time, his fragility was so clear, he felt that he was now a little bit overlapping with the young father with endless power at the beginning, and in a vague way, something seemed to have changed.

However, it is still the appearance of that person, but it is the tempering of the years, but it is the traces of vicissitudes. It's still the way he looks in his heart.

He was a little moved.

"I know your thoughts, you don't have to worry, I'm just angry with myself, I don't have enough ability to make you absolutely reassured and tell me everything."

An Chenglin paused, there seemed to be sadness in his voice, and then said: "Dad, I never really thought that one day, you would also grow old and leave me.

The people you used to inspire me, I never really cared about—

Because, the idol of my heart, has always been you.

I want to be like you.

Brave, kind, hardworking, persevering, principled......"

He had a lot of things to say, but his mood was so depressed that his tongue was wooden.

Father An smiled slightly, and a hint of blush appeared on his pale face: "But you found out that you were not the same person as me later." ”

"Uh-huh." An Chenglin just lowered his head slightly, and simply admitted it.

Since junior high school, the family has become lonely, and my father is very busy and busy. Shenlong saw the head but did not see the end, probably talking about such a person.

He looked forward to it, he looked forward to it, and in the end, he didn't look forward to coming back a few times to really get along well.

In the end, I proposed to go to the school where I lived.

Studies, interests, and trivial matters occupy his space, so there are very few opportunities for him to get along with his father.

Occasionally, a few short times together, he was also engulfed by a strange sense of strangeness and alienation, and in the end he didn't say a few words, either he was going back, or his father left in a hurry.

It's been a long time, but I have nothing to say.

He stretched out his hand and patted his son, from childhood to adulthood, it seemed that the scenes were still in front of him, scrolling like a movie.

He just felt in a trance.

"Actually, you've done a great job. No one is perfect, and when I was young, I may not have done better than you. ”

He sighed faintly, and continued:

"In an instant, the children are all grown up, and it is time for me to get old."

An Chenglin wanted to destroy this sad atmosphere, so he raised his eyebrows and teased: "You old man, why are you so sensational, hmph, is it really not enough to have a son of mine, I still want a daughter, right?"

An Chenglin avoided the heavy and light, and avoided the left and right, under this atmosphere, he only felt that his nose was also sour, and the astringent taste was stored in his heart, and it was uncomfortable.

This time, Dad An actually continued the topic and said it directly, with a smile that couldn't be concealed: "Chenglin, don't say it, I wanted to give birth to a daughter when I was young, but it's a pity that ......"

An Chenglin continued: "It's a pity that I am, right? ”

"Unfortunately, it's my fault."

Father An is definitely a very cultured person, and he knows that the reason why giving birth to a boy and a girl is a man, and it has nothing to do with women.

Among the three members of this family, the only one who is at fault can only be him. After all, at that time, An Xiaolin was not there.

"It's all in the past. It also seems good to have you. ”

Father Ann patted his hand and comforted him, the pain in his abdomen, because of this joy, seemed to have subsided a little.

An Chenglin smiled brightly at his kind face, and there seemed to be something surging in his chest, surging out.

"Well, then I'll forgive you."

An Chenglin meant something, making it difficult to tell whether he was talking about this matter or another thing.

Or maybe it's a bit of both.

"Dad, you're going to be good." His voice was very gentle, and he reached out to hold Father An's left hand, which was already a little wrinkled, and he had never noticed.

The trembling voice reveals the fragility of the speaker's heart, he wants to be good, he is expressing his expectations, as if he is saying it to himself, creating a dream for himself.

"I'll be fine."

Both of them keep this illusory promise, just longing for a peace in the present and keeping this precious beauty.

"Where do you want to go? I'll take you. You've worked hard all your life, and you don't seem to have spent much time off, but I'm completely different from you, and I don't know how many places I've traveled. ”

He seemed to think of his mother's wayward behavior when she left, and the countless times he had traveled abroad before. Woven into a fine net, the net was in his heart.

There are no flaws, no causes, and he has no way to resist.

"I want to go to Provence, the place where I met your mother, I haven't been back for a long time, I really miss it. People, when you get busy, it's really endless. He remembered all his life on the road.

His eyes also deepened because of deep thought: "If only I could spare more time to spend with your mother." ”

This is what he has always wanted.

The wish that has always been wished means that it has been impossible to achieve it for a long time.