This flower is lonely (2)

This flower is lonely (2)

"Daddy......" she cried out happily, and then jumped up and down like a spring bird to her father's arms.

But her father didn't pick her up. Just watched coldly as she threw herself on her lap and hung on it like a small animal.

His brow furrowed imperceptibly and asked, "Who let you in?" ”

The little girl raised her head, as if frightened by her father's ugly face, shrank for a moment, and then plucked up the courage to say, "I came in through the window." ”

"Climb the window?" His father's voice rose, he glanced up at the half-hidden windowsill, turned to the outside, and asked in a calm and indifferent voice, "Who is on duty in the study today?" ”

A trembling answer came from outside the door: "It's Li Shuang and Shen Hao......"

"Punish according to the rules. I heard my father say in an impatient voice, and when I turned my head and saw my daughter still hanging on her, I turned my head away again, and called out in a loud voice, "Call the people in the back room to come and send the young lady back." ”

Outside connected several claimed to be, and each went as instructed.

Someone immediately stepped forward and wanted to pick up the little girl from her father's lap, but she refused to let go, struggled for a long time, and finally cried with a "wow".

The father sighed helplessly, then personally bowed down and patted the top of her head, picked her up, handed her over to the people around her, and sent her back to her mother's room.

From beginning to end, her father only said one word to her.

Entered the study. My father's face was gloomy and terrible, and I didn't dare to look at him, but when I lowered my head, I heard my father's voice from above: "Don't mind these words. ”

When I looked up in astonishment, I saw that my father had turned away. Did he really say that? Or is it just my delusion?

After that, I would still go to the study at a fixed time, and I would still see her from time to time.

It was as if this study had formed a strange allure for her, and she had been taught again and again. Let her keep trying to invade this space, although all her efforts in front of her father's iceberg have been in vain.

Slowly, I became familiar with her.

Actually, I could feel that my father didn't like to see me close to my grandmother and younger siblings, but actually. My grandmother didn't like to see me and my mother, so in my memory, for my grandmother and younger brother, it was just at the family banquet during the New Year's holidays, so far away that I couldn't even recall their faces accurately, but only her. But it is getting deeper and deeper.

Although she has always been an unfriendly gesture to me. I don't know if the first time we met unpleasantly offended the young lady of the family, but in short, she had an extraordinary resentment towards me, as if I had robbed her of the best candy of her childhood, and would often try to trick me in every way, every time I was punished by my father to kneel in the snow. She would run and gloat at me.

In my daily life, my mother's life is not difficult, perhaps because my father has never stepped into the door of my mother's basement, so for this concubine who has and does not have, the lord of Jingchang can barely keep himself blind to the demeanor of the master mother, and the subordinates never dare to slack off under the severe reprimand of their father.

It's just that I don't understand why my father never comes close to our yard, as if he seems to be indifferent to us, but he always pays attention to our daily life and food of the underground people in the house.

In the study, I occasionally tried to talk about my mother in front of him.

I found out. When I mentioned my mother in front of him. He wasn't angry or bored, he would look at me intently. Listen carefully to every word I say. But he never said a word of approval or disapproval, nor did he change his attitude and step into his mother's room because of these words. It's just that every time I talk about my mother, he listens quietly, with a look of concentration that I've never seen before.

My father's strange silence occasionally made me feel flustered, but I couldn't find the slightest clue, but more often it was a kind of flowing easy-going nature.

That's how my life went on, and I continued with a calm attitude.

When I became an adult, I entered the palace as a guard like many noble children according to my father's arrangement.

It doesn't make much difference to me whether to be a guard or to go on the battlefield. Although on this topic, it is the focus of Qinghan's frequent complaints.

Later, I recalled all kinds of changes, and I couldn't help but think that if I hadn't entered the palace as a guard, maybe I wouldn't have met her, and I wouldn't have met the concern that has haunted me all my life.

I can't say whether this assumption is fortunate or unlucky.

Anyway, the unshakable reality is that I met her and let her occupy all my thoughts.

Everything has happened, unshakable and irretrievable.

I used to think that my life was just going on like that. But in the spring of the fourth year of Longhui, my life began to go in an uncontrollable direction that I could not even imagine.

The decisive change began on that day, in the late summer weather with flashing thunder and torrential rain.

Ever since he was wounded by an assassin a year ago, his father has been in seclusion and resigned from all military positions.

Although the war was raging on the battlefield of Nanchen, his father still stayed at home.

In that competition in May, I was seriously injured by a sword from Qinghan, and perhaps, it was not only my body that was stabbed by that cold sword, but also a corner of my inner heartstrings.

I had to stay at home.

My father was miraculously not annoyed by my disappointment, perhaps because he was surprisingly busy during that time, and he was too busy to express his disappointment in me, my uncompetitive son.

My injuries healed soon after, but I didn't return to the palace, not only because I wanted to escape from those two figures, but also for more important reasons.

In the middle of summer, my mother could no longer lean on the railing and look into the distance.

She fell ill.

I invited many famous doctors in the capital and the imperial doctors in the palace, and every doctor who came to see them gave me a diagnosis that made me desperate.

My mother didn't even want to see a doctor at all, and every time she called for a doctor, she was cold and indifferent, as if the person lying on the sickbed was not herself, and even when she was at her best, she just looked at me with a sneer and said, "So that he doesn't have to think in vain." Then he would turn his head away coldly.

She was emaciated at such an astonishing rate that she was helpless, frightened and frightened, and left me at a loss of knowing how to redeem what was doomed.

Until that night.

That night filled with thunder and torrential rain.

That day, she suddenly called me to the bedside, and then she looked at me, with nostalgia, love, and indescribable complexity in her eyes.

Her face was pale and haggard, but her eyes were surprisingly bright, with strange colors hidden in them, as if she was missing something, and as if she was looking forward to the final deliverance.

Then she looked at me and chuckled in a weak voice, "Go, open the dark compartment under my dressing case." Bring the contents over. ”

I was amazed and did as she was told. Having lived in this yard for twenty-three years, I never knew that my mother had such a secret.

Inside the dark compartment is a scroll of paintings.

A certain lamp is working hard to planing and planing, and finally this deep pit is about to be filled.

Continue to work hard to get a commuter pass o(∩_∩)o... Ha ha

Let's let the golden branch last brilliant, don't hesitate to have the monthly ticket in your hand, smash it down, someone is holding a small basket here to continue, even if it is killed by the ^_^ monthly pass, it is also happy.

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