In the study, Luo Biao simply asked Xiao Qi about her work and family situation, which was too ordinary, and asked a little worriedly: "Aren't you worried that she has other plans?" ”

Luo Zhe frowned, very dissatisfied with his father's questioning of his woman's character, which was clearly a question of himself.

"I chased her, and she agreed to marry me under my threat. And she still doesn't know who I am. "If Xiao Qi could really try something for him, he wouldn't have chased him so hard. Even deceiving and scareping, playing tricks, this kind of thing is really a loss of Taluo's demeanor.

As a father, he is still very unwilling to learn that his son who is so good has been ignored, but his son can't help it if he is willing, "What about now?" ”

Luo Zhe remembered Xiao Qi's confession in the morning, and his heart was overjoyed. "She's been very nice to me."

Luo Biao was still a little unsure, it was too hasty, and it was obvious that his son was more affectionate, and asked tentatively, "Are you serious?" ”

"I've already taken her to see her mother."

Luo Biao was stunned for a moment, and then nodded with relief. "Then I'll be relieved."

I opened the drawer at hand, took out a somewhat old jewelry box, carefully opened it, and took out a bracelet from it with warmth.

Luo Zhe was very surprised, when had he seen his father smile so gently.

Luo Biao put the bracelet in Luo Zhe's palm and pressed it hard.

"This bracelet may seem too cheap to you right now, but it's a relic of your mother. Your mother left too suddenly to prepare your wedding gifts. ”

Luo Biao paused, glanced at the bracelet, and his thoughts seemed to drift far away.

"I grew up as a person who didn't learn anything, played with a bunch of thugs all day long, and joined a gang after graduating from high school without being admitted to college. Relying on a strong body and hard work that is not afraid of death, his status in the gang has risen step by step. At the age of 24, I achieved the position of deputy. Once, I was traveling to a small town in the south, and suddenly it rained, and I hurriedly ran to the covered bridge to hide from the rain, and when I looked up, a woman broke into my sight. She wore a pale green cheongsam, holding an oil-paper umbrella and standing on the arched bridge opposite, her gently puffy figure soaked in the mist and rain, like a faint ink, smeared on the rice paper as thin as a cicada's wings, layer after layer, looming, reaching the deepest part of her heart. I just stood under the bridge and watched her. I remembered the poem, you stand on the bridge and look at the scenery, the people watching the scenery look at you from upstairs, the bright moon decorates your window, you decorate other people's dreams. It was at that glance that I fell in love with this woman, but I was a rough person, I didn't know how to express my love, and I was more worried that I was not worthy of such a gentle woman, I thought, at least I could see her more during my stay in the town, so I mustered up the courage to go to her side, and just like that, I was drenched in the rain, and accompanied her to look at the scenery in the distance. Later, an umbrella was placed on my head, I looked sideways at her, and she also looked at me with a smile, and that smile blew the breeze of the Tang Dynasty, moistened the drizzle of the Song Dynasty, and covered the evening moon of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, as if coming from a poem, floating from a painting, and entering my world. We spent half a month in the quiet life of the town, she was a well-known talented woman there, and every day she read various poetry books to me, although I could not understand it, but I indulged in her gentle and continuous voice. Later, I took her back to Liangcheng. I was so bent on providing her with a superior living environment that I put all my thoughts on the development of the gang, ignoring that what she needed most was my company. I cared so little about her, I didn't buy her any gifts, and she never complained. I thought I would make up for it by giving her money, but it wasn't until she left that I realized that I owed her so much that she only had this one piece of jewelry except for her wedding ring. ”。

The past was brought up again, Luo Biao regretted it, and the old tears were rampant.

Luo Biao calmed down his excitement for a while and continued: "Fortunately, she left me this room of books, which has her breath here, and I have been reading these books all these years, just like she read to her back then. ”

The first time Luo Zhe saw such a father, and it was also the first time he heard his father mention his mother, no wonder his father has been single for so many years, and it turns out that the relationship between the two is so deep.

I used to think it was strange why my rough and arrogant father's temperament has changed greatly in recent years, and his conversation and demeanor have become much more elegant, and even his dressing style has changed, it turns out that this is the power of love. This is the hundred steel turned into finger softness.

Luo Biao took Luo Zhe's hand and said earnestly: "Since you have chosen her, treat her well." Our Luo family is an infatuated person, don't let her down. The work can never be done, and the money can never be earned, but if people are lost, they really can't come back. ”

After saying that, he choked up again. Luo Zhe was also a little excited and comforted his father a few words.

Luo Biao patted him on the shoulder, "Go down, she should be worried." Loche nodded and walked out of the study.

The dialogue between mature men is more of an action, a look.

Xiao Qi saw Luo Zhe go downstairs and hurriedly greeted him, seeing that his eyes were slightly red, obviously crying, and he didn't dare to touch him nervously, "Where is the injury?" ”

Luo Zhe smiled at her, reassuring her. He took out the bracelet and handed it to her: "This is my mother's relic, the only one." Then he looked at Xiao Qi with anticipation.

Xiao Qi was stunned, looked at the bracelet, and then looked at Luo Zhe, "Is it for me?" ”

"Will you wear it?"

Xiao Qi could hear the anticipation and nervousness in his tone.

Fool, of course I'll wear what my mother left behind, take the bracelet and put it on my wrist, uh...... couldn't put it in, and smiled at Luo Zhe awkwardly: "It seems that my mother is thinner than me, wait a minute." ”

Hurriedly turned around, avoided Luo Zhe, gritted his teeth, and finally put it in with a lot of force, and gasped twice, it really hurt. Then he turned around and put his wrist in front of Loch.

Luo Zhe took her hand, kissed the red and swollen marks on it, and after kissing it twice, he stretched out his tongue, Xiao Qi quickly withdrew his hand and looked at the man who was in heat everywhere vigilantly.

Luo Zhe smiled evilly, grabbed her waist, picked her up and strode out, Xiao Qi covered his face with both hands, buried his head in Luo Zhe's arms, and the servants were there, and he was a dead man.

Luo Biao stood at the top of the stairs and watched the two of them go out, and said softly to the window: "Alain, our son finally has his own happiness, and you are at ease." ”

It was as if the gentle woman was standing there, smiling at her.