Unexpectedly, the cold-faced god didn't respond, and Nan Tianhang nodded to me, passed by my side, and entered the homestay. Just when my curiosity was not diminished, I asked the cold-faced god for confirmation, "Your son? ”

The face of the cold-faced god really turned cold, he didn't answer, and I didn't dare to ask again. Along the way, the cold-faced god didn't say a word to me, and I didn't know how to break the situation. Halfway through the car, the cold-faced god took my hand and held it in his hand, but his eyes fell on the window.

Actually, I've never been curious about what kind of past the cold-faced god has, but since yesterday, I feel like I've become very curious, knowing everything about his past, but I also understand that the reason why he likes to be with me is because I don't talk much, or I never ask him about the past, everyone has a past that they don't want to mention, and I'm the same.

"Driver, turn around and go to the Artwood Center." When I decided not to speak and just looked at the scenery outside the window, the cold-faced god suddenly spoke.

The car turned off at the next curve where it could turn and continued on the other road. I turned my head to look at the cold face, but he just grasped my hand tighter. A person with a story is the most attractive!

When we arrived at the Art Forest, there was a light rain in the sky, which was not very heavy, and we did not stay. Sapporo's Art Forest is located in the green hills of Minami-ku, Sapporo's art forest area, and is a natural art museum with 74 sculptures amidst beautiful lawns and birch forests. This is not so much a forest as a natural park, and when you walk in such a park, you can hear the sound of the stream and the cheerful singing of the birds, and time seems to stand still.

"That," I said, still not holding back.

The cold-faced god stopped, turned his head and said to me, "I'm sorry, Natsu, I don't want to say it." ”

So, we moved on, and we could see that the cold face god was in a bad mood, but I couldn't ask again, but the meeting of father and son, is there such confusion?

"Any idea what this is?" Finally, the cold-faced god stood down in front of a sculpture.

To be honest, I didn't know anything about this, so I shook my head. However, the cold-faced god didn't look at me, as if talking to himself, "This is Takado Ito's 'trajectory of heaven and earth'." ”

"The trajectory of heaven and earth?" I repeated his words, but I couldn't see that in the straight line in front of me, I realized the heavens and the earth. However, I have heard of the author, and he designed the cauldron of the Sapporo University Winter Games in '91.

"When I'm worried, I like to go out into the wilderness, get some fresh air, and then throw away all the things that worry about me." The cold-faced god said.

"Are you troubled now?" I asked him softly, but unfortunately he didn't give me an answer.

When I returned to the B&B, the plane of the cold face god had already taken off, and a beautiful journey was interrupted. Back in the house, Nantian Hang was there, doing the homework I left, looking very serious.

"You're back." Nan Tianhang's eyes didn't look at me, but he just whispered.

"Oh." I answered and sat down next to him, to be honest, he didn't resemble the cold-faced god at all, from the shape of his face, to his eyebrows, to his chin, to his eyes, there was no resemblance. I can't imagine that he is actually the son of the cold-faced god!

"What are you looking at?" Nan Tianhang stopped, "Looking for my resemblance to him?" ”

"Hmm." Unconsciously, I answered, but I felt so bad, I wanted to say something, but I couldn't.

Nan Tianhang sighed, "It seems that he didn't tell you about us." At a young age, he looked pale, "Well, I am not his son, but he accepts my mother's accessory." ”

I was surprised this time, and I kept thinking about why Nantianhang would have my mother's surname, but there was such a revelation. I don't seem to be sure if I want to ask any more.

"Don't you have anything to ask me?" Nanda seemed to encourage me to ask.

I thought about it, but shook my head, "If others think it's a scar, why should I uncover it?" ”

"Big sister, you're such a good person." Nan Tianhang climbed to my side, sat down against me, and rested his head on my shoulder, "Lend me lean." ”

Looking at his aggrieved appearance, it reminds me of Twilight Spring, when he was only thirteen or fourteen years old, he also liked to lean on me like this. The boy in front of him, who looked like a wounded bunny, was just like the twilight of spring.

"I have a younger brother," I told him the story of Twilight, "he was very naughty since he was a child, and he always liked to go against his parents, and then his father beat him a lot, and his mother didn't like him. Then one day, his parents went to his grandfather's house together, and they never came back. My brother was thirteen years old at the time, and he sat next to me like this, and then he told me that if Mom and Dad could come back, he would never be naughty again, and he would listen to everything they said. Unfortunately, his parents never came back, and they never saw him again. ”

"What does he look like now?" Nantian asked me.

"He's stupid," I recalled, "stupid, stupid, and nothing interesting except cooking." There were several girls in the store who liked him, but he was stupid and didn't know. ”

Nan Tianhang smiled, "Is he older than me?" ”

I nodded, "Well, he's the same age as me, only twenty days younger than me, and as a result, he refuses to call me sister and keeps calling me by my name." ”

We sat with Nan Tianhang and chatted for a long time, until the sun went down and then we were all hungry, so we stopped.

"Let's go find something to eat!" I rubbed my stomach, I basically didn't eat at noon, and by this time, I was already hungry.

"Sister teach me Chinese! I want to learn about Chinese culture. When Nantian Hang opened the door, he turned around and came back to me.

I smiled and nodded, "No problem!" ”

After taking a shower at night, the cold-faced god called, "That kid, it's okay!" He asked.

"What will happen?" I asked him rhetorically, so that he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Adults are not at fault with children." I wiped my hair and said, "I don't know what happened in your family, maybe this child is a great harm to you, but you are an adult, isn't it unfair to look at him from your point of view." ”

The cold-faced god sighed, let out a long sigh, and then said word by word, "Did that kid tell you that he is not my son?" And then a very hurt look? ”

I raised my eyebrows, puzzled.

"I can't stand it." The tone of the cold-faced god was very helpless, "Hang is 100% my son, and we have identified this." This guy is doing this again, you must not believe him. ”

I seemed to understand, and I didn't, "Again?" "Could it be that he has played this trick many times?

"Do you believe me?" The cold-faced god asked, "Do you believe what I say?" ”

I thought about it for a long time, and said in a very affirmative tone, "I believe in you." ”

This was a little surprised by the cold face god, and after a long time, he spoke, "That kid has graduated from college this year, and he is studying business management at Kyoto University. And that guy speaks Chinese better than me, and I'm sure he must have told you about talking to you about speaking Chinese. This is his habitual trick, don't be fooled by him. In your experience, you might not be sold by him. ”

"Then why didn't you say it during the day?" I asked him, "Why did you call me on the big night and talk to me about this?" ”

The cold-faced god was silent for a moment, "How can you trust me if you don't let you see his moves." And that guy won't listen to me at all. Nantian's education, his mother's education for him, is not something I can change. ”

"So what should I do?" I asked, "I've been with this guy for almost a month, and my temper has been touched by him, and you're only now saying that he's a demon kid, I can't stand it, it must be this guy Nantian." ”

Thinking about these things, in order to avoid too much coincidence, could it be that I fell into the trap of others early in the morning, and I also helped others count the money? It's really uncomfortable to think that I'm also 23 or 4 years old, and being toyed with by a 17 or 8 hairy boy.

And, I remember, that day, the guy who imitated the cold-faced god, maybe he also said not necessarily. Damn boy, I gritted my teeth, my stomach was full of resentment, and I didn't know how to get out.

"Listening? What are you thinking? "The cold-faced god asked me?

I rolled my eyes, "I'm thinking, will you feel distressed if you teach your kid a lesson?" ”

The cold-faced god smiled, laughing loudly, "Xia, you can't fight that kid." ”

"OH, MADEMADEDANE!" I said in the tone of Echizen Ryoma in "The Prince of Tennis".

It's a pity that the cold-faced god doesn't look at the prince of tennis.