Although I don't understand why Ding Che suddenly wants to come back with him to watch the play, he still sits upright, staring at the stage intently, seriously and quietly like a very qualified 'fan' of the play. However, Fan Xiaoyu didn't bother to think about it, anyway, she was a guest, and she wouldn't lose a piece of 'meat' when she watched a play, not to mention that she didn't perform it herself.

It's just that when Fan Xiaoyu dealt with some daily affairs and routinely came out to patrol the audience, his eyes suddenly stopped on the second floor.

Frowning and looking at the face on the other side, which was seven or eight points similar, Fan Xiaoyu couldn't help but purse his red 'lips'. She has been avoiding this matter for the past few days, and she has not asked about her situation until Fan Dai left, let alone communicated with Fan Tong, who has always wanted to find a chance to talk to her, but she didn't expect to come again today!

Looking at that smiling, comfortable face, recalling the longing dreams that often came out of sleep when Dongdong was young, Fan Xiaoyu suddenly felt a little unbearable smile, suddenly opened his eyes, and turned to other places, but saw Ding Che on the first floor raised his head at some point, and was looking at the second floor with his line of sight.

At that moment, Fan Xiaoyu suddenly had a kind of anger that his own private 'privacy' was being peeped at, and he turned around and left almost without thinking, and went straight back to his small study.

Knock Knock ......

There was a soft knock on the 'door' soon, and Fan Xiaoyu's first reaction was Ding Che, who wanted to ask in a cold voice, but he felt that with that guy's 'nature', he wouldn't knock so softly, so he said calmly: "Come in." ”

It's Luo who comes.

Due to the bloodline of her foreign mother, she has had a minority outline since she was a child, and her facial features are more profound when she becomes an adult. 1--6--K put on the eagle mask, the eyes hidden in the small holes became more and more quiet and profound, coupled with the lack of words and the tall and sturdy body, although he was only eighteen years old. But there is no longer a stable temperament.

"Is there something wrong?" Seeing that it was Luo, Fan Xiaoyu exhaled unconsciously, at this time, she didn't want to deal with Ding Che's sudden cold and hot 'sex', as well as his curiosity, and she was not in the mood to quarrel with him.

However, Rowe was talking about exactly what she didn't want to face.

"In the past few days, Master's mood has been bad." Law stood like a sculpture in front of the bookcase. Low and authentic.

Fan Xiaoyu pursed his lips and did not answer.

Luo hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I think...... Can you give Master a chance to have a good talk with him? After all......"

Fan Xiaoyu frowned: "Second uncle told you?" ”

Luo nodded: "Can I sit down and talk?" ”

"When did you see each other like this?" Fan Xiaoyu said unhappily, turned out from behind the bookcase, walked to the Taishi chair in front of the window and sat down, and poured him a cup of tea.

If it was Fan Dai who came to be a lobbyist this time, she would definitely give him a roll of the eye and warn him unceremoniously that no one should open her mouth unless she wanted to mention it herself, but Luo was different. For several years. Although the Fan family didn't treat him as an outsider, he was always worried about his identity as a host, and he usually not only blindly buried his head in things, but even didn't say much when he was consulted. Ap.。 Not to mention taking the initiative to participate in her family's family affairs like today.

Therefore, it is reasonable for her to refuse his rare initiative today, at least she should listen to him finish speaking.

"You know, my mother died when I was eleven years old." Luo sat down at the end of the coffee table, his left hand on several sides, his fingers slightly clasped the teacup, but his eyes were downward. Watching the sunlight coming in through the window, slowly speaking.

Fan Xiaoyu knew that although he lowered his eyes, he could see his movements in the corner of his eye, so he nodded his head slightly.

"When my mother was alive, she had a hard time, because my father was away from home all the year round. And most of my appearance is like my mother. The kids in the next-door neighborhood used to call me a daddy bastard...... I know I have a father, but I know I do. My home is really different from someone else's. I remember that at that time, there was a couple next door, and they had a big quarrel in three or two days, which made the neighbors unstable, and people scolded them behind their backs, but my mother often looked at their yard when they quarreled. I know that my mother is actually envious of them, that one 'woman' has a husband to quarrel with, and she can only wait for my father who doesn't know when he will come back year after year. ”

Luo was obviously not used to talking like this, but the memories brought him back to the past, and his tone gradually smoothed out.

"I've actually always hated my father, and I hate why he should marry my mother since he can't give my mother happiness? Why did he give birth to me when he couldn't raise me? However, the person I hated never appeared, and slowly, I took everything out on my mother, hating why she had to wait for him to come back, why couldn't she go back to her mother's family, at least, there, people wouldn't call me a little bastard, I looked like them. 1---6---K I only care about myself, I just want to vent my humiliation, but I didn't think that this would hurt my mother's heart more......" Speaking of this, Luo suddenly paused, and the hand holding the teacup clenched unconsciously.

"I think, your mother must never blame you, if you have been yourself, she must be unhappy if she has a spirit in the sky." Fan Xiaoyu reached out and gently covered his fingers, soothing his subtle trembling with his own warmth, and said softly.

When she first met Luo, she felt that this child's 'sex' was too cold and hard, and he hid too many things in his heart, and she knew that his childhood must have been very unhappy without asking. In fact, it is impossible for anyone to grow up in such an environment without complaints, not to mention that everyone will have a period of rebellion, who can control their childhood?

Luo looked at her sideways, his eyes glowing with warmth, and slowly closed his eyes, greedily feeling the gentle touch coming from the back of his fingers, until he heard her soft voice and gently ask himself back to reality.

"And then?"

"Later, my mother fell ill, and she was tired and sick. It wasn't until the moment my mother suddenly fainted that I realized how much I cared about her and needed her, how much I hoped that she could open her eyes and scold me and beat me fiercely, just like she once envied the 'woman' next door, even with the worst attitude towards me, I would be happy. ”

"After my mother woke up, she refused to go to the doctor, I cried and threatened her, if she refused to make herself better, I would run away from home, anyway, my father didn't want me anymore, if my mother wanted to leave me again, it would be better to become a lonely ghost now. My mother was so frightened that she had to promise me to go to the doctor. Luo suddenly chuckled, but there was wetness in his eyes, "Later, I finally invited a doctor, but the doctor said that my mother would not be able to survive that winter anyway, and at that time, it was already late autumn, and the leaves in the forest were almost gone." ”

Fan Xiaoyu pursed his 'lips', and suddenly felt that the tip of his nose was also sour, and he couldn't help biting his 'lips'.

"I want to do everything I can to heal my mother, try my best to make her happy, make her happy, try my best to make up for my previous unfilial piety, that period of time, is the happiest time for our mother, as a result, my mother and her ...... For my sake, she dragged it until the 'spring' of the second year, and when the azaleas 'flowers' bloomed, she held the bouquet of azalea 'flowers' I picked for her and left with a smile. ”

The more he spoke, the calmer his tone became, and his fingers didn't tremble a little, but Fan Xiaoyu turned his head away a few times, looking in the opposite direction, so that he could slightly curb the fragility aroused by Luo, and his heart was sour and relieved.

Luo looked down at his fingers that had been lightly covered by her soft pancreas, the corners of his mouth raised a slight hint of satisfaction, and then raised his head and smiled at her faint bright eyes, and said word by word: "When my mother was leaving, the only thing I couldn't worry about was my hatred for my father, and she repeatedly told me not to hate my father." She said that there is no parent in the world who does not love their children, if they can't be with their children, they must have a forced suffering, we should try to understand this suffering, in order to understand everything. I listened to her and did so, and then I finally found my father...... You know that...... He...... It's a bitter ......."

I don't know when, the sunlight that originally 'shone' into the window lattice gradually dimmed, and when I looked out the window, there were floating clouds in the sky one after another, gray, 'yin' and 'yin', densely covering the high autumn sun.

After so many sunny days, is it finally going to rain?

Fan Xiaoyu retracted his hand and stared at the gradually thickening clouds with some apprehension.

She believes that there are many mothers in the world who are great, but she also believes that there are many people in this world who are not qualified to be parents at all.

Luo is not a good lobbyist, and his story moved her, but it did not convince her.

Everyone's story is different, she doesn't know how she would face this matter if she put it on the real Fan Xiaoyu today, but her soul is not the blood of that 'woman', and this so-called family affection can't move her. However, she is willing to give her a chance to defend herself for the sake of Dongdong.

PS: Khan, I wrote another 3,000 words, I don't know if the editor will come to me,......

Continue to ask for pink ticket support, for the sake of me taking the risk of changing so many chapters and 3,000 words, I could only have more than 2,000!

Tearful ......