A-Qing is Sheng Mengmeng's mother, she is a singer, she is very famous, and she is a person who looks particularly cold.

Fanyin said: "It's good, but there is no income for this event, because it is an orphanage, so you need some stars with better affinity, so as not to be suspected of performing." In addition, this event is arranged more intensively and urgently, and Mrs. Sheng needs to arrange her own schedule, at least two months free. ”

My adoptive father fell silent and said after a while, "If you have a candidate you like, you can tell me directly, without beating around the bush." ”

"These orphanages have always been arranged by Miss Susanshan, and the status of the honorary director is more important than all celebrities, and the children are very familiar with Miss Susanshan and like her very much." Fanyin laughed: "In terms of practical conditions, of course, she is undoubtedly the perfect person. ”

My adoptive father was silent for a long time, and then said, "But Shanshan really can't pull away. ”

"So......" Fanyin suddenly shook my hand and said with a smile, "I do have a candidate." ”

My adoptive father looked at me and didn't speak.

If he didn't answer, it would be difficult for him to continue, and the atmosphere was deadlocked.

In fact, besides Sister Shanshan, there is indeed one of the most perfect candidates, and that is me. I think I'm a very amiable person, I'm Fanyin's wife, the adopted daughter of the Su family, such a time-consuming activity without money, of course, is the most suitable for me.

Fanyin has been looking for all kinds of reasons to shirk the others, and finally even made it clear that the meaning is clear, but it is clear that my adoptive father did not want to consider my meaning.

Probably because my heart was really unbalanced, I couldn't help it, and I shouted: "Dad......"

As soon as I finished speaking, I felt the hand that was holding me in my hand twitch violently, and my fingers ached sharply.

My adoptive father looked over with a little inquiry in his eyes.

"I have two months." I said, "I can ......."

"How do you do that?" Fan Yin raised the corner of his eyes and interrupted me softly: "You still have to take the exam, you can't delay your homework." ”

But ...... I was about to say that I wasn't busy with schoolwork, but he squeezed my hand harder and made me shut up.

It took my adoptive father a moment before he spoke, "Then let Sansa go." "He completely ignored my advice.

Fanyin seemed to be satisfied, nodded and said with a smile: "Then I won't bother Mr. Su." ”

My adoptive father nodded, then looked at me again and said, "Lingyu stays, I'll say a few words to her." ”

Is it to explain why I don't want to go? Frankly I'm a bit disappointed, but if it's because I don't have experience in this area and don't want me to mess up, then I'm understandable.

It's just that I'm afraid this is just my own fantasy, my adoptive father is not this kind of person, even if he wants to explain, it will not be for me.

Fanyin went out and touched my face before leaving, to show me that I was reassured.

The others also went out, and I sat still, trying to look up at him carefully, but I didn't dare, so I had to maintain this half-hung position, and soon felt a pain in my neck.

Finally I heard my adoptive father's voice: "Who asked you to come over?" There was a hint of trouble in his calm tone.

"It's me." I said, "Brother Su said that you were sick, and I was very worried, so I begged him to bring me over and want to see you." ”

"I'm fine." His tone was subtle, as if he wanted to be angry, but he was hindered by his upbringing: "You can go back." ”

I couldn't help but look up and see that he was holding a teacup, because he was drooping his eyelids and didn't look at me, so my heart relaxed a little: "Dad, do you really have myasthenia gravis?" ”

"It's none of your business." He asked, "You haven't graduated yet?" ”

"I haven't ...... yet" and I don't go to class all the time, how can I graduate?" But it's fast. ”

His face turned cold as soon as he brushed it, and he put the teacup on the table. The feeling of holding back the anger is even more obvious: "When is it?" ”

"Two years." If there are no accidents, it will definitely be okay in two years.

He lifted his eyelids and glanced at me, his disgruntled gaze unusually clear.

I was inexplicably scared, even though I knew he wouldn't hit me. Because he's angry, and I don't know why he's angry yet. I was extremely flustered, but also a little excited. Because my dad was angry with me, which was much better than him treating me coldly, at least it proved that he had expectations for me, and I plucked up the courage to explain: "My husband has always been in poor health, and I also took maternity leave when I gave birth the year before last. I'm still on breastfeeding leave, and the school doesn't allow me to go to class, and the vacation won't end until next year, and then I just have to study again......"

He interrupted me: "Do you know he's a madman? ”

The madman's statement is too arbitrary: "His illness is a split personality, not schizophrenia." ”

He leaned back on the couch and looked a little fierce: "I mean, do you think it's possible for him to be cured?" ”

I don't know.

"When you first fall in love, you should go home and ask if you know this person and his background." He spoke slowly, and had calmed down: "You have so many brothers and sisters, why don't you ask them to help you investigate?" If you think you're too distant from them, then why didn't you find the aunt who raised you and ask them to help you spread the word to me? ”

I lowered my head and didn't speak.

"Why are you so hasty when you get married for such a big thing, you don't notify your family at all, and you quietly get a marriage certificate when the other party's father is resolutely opposed?" He said every word heavily: "Since he was found to be mentally ill after marriage, why not divorce him?" What do you think? Want to influence him and help him heal? What do you think of yourself? Why did you want to have a baby with him? Didn't know that mental illness is hereditary? With so many things going on, why didn't you even think to tell your family? ”

yes, I did it wrong.

I wanted to say something to refute it, but I found myself unable to say anything.

It was all my fault, I already knew.

My adoptive father was silent when he said this, and after a long time, he said, "What's next?" How do you want to live? ”

I whispered, "The doctor has a plan and needs my help, so I'll help him." And then ...... I haven't figured it out yet. ”

My adoptive father was visibly irritated by my words: "You helped him with mental illness? ”

"Because his traumatic experiences are all remembered by the second personality, I will help the doctor communicate with the second personality, and then ......"

"That's enough." He had no patience to listen to me: "Go back." ”

I couldn't help but be stunned: "Dad......"

"Get out." He turned his face sideways, completely avoiding my gaze.

It stands to reason that I should go out now, but I'm a little reluctant: "Dad, don't drive me first, I'll only ask two questions." ”

He didn't speak.

"Are you angry because I didn't tell you anything?" I said, "That's really my fault." Because when I left, you said I didn't have to go back, so I thought you didn't want me anymore, so I didn't tell you. I'm sorry. ”

He looked at me and didn't speak.

"The second question is that Brother Su said that you have been sick for a long time, and now you are very sick. But when I see you today, I find that your complexion is still very good. I can't make it any more appealing: "Is he telling the truth?" ”

He still didn't answer, but asked, "Are you done asking?" ”

"Hmm."

"Then get out." His tone was much calmer: "You don't have to worry about my business. ”

I asked, "Can I still come to see you in the future?" Do I need to make an appointment in advance? ”

"You don't need to make an appointment to see me." He looked at me and said, "But I don't want to see you." ”

Shizun was waiting for me downstairs, and when I went down, he was standing next to the car and smoking.

I went over and stood next to him, and he tilted his head to look at me for a moment and asked, "Scolding you?" ”

I shook my head.

He pressed my head, snuffed out the cigarette butt, pulled the car door and said, "Get in the car." ”

I got into the car, and he sat in and put his arm around my shoulder.

The car started, and it took a long time for the voice of the complicated voice to come: "What did you scold you?" ”

"You didn't scold me."

That's probably not a scolding.

I really don't want me anymore.

"What did you say about that?" He pinched my shoulder and leaned his head next to mine.

"Say I'm not going to tell anything to my family." I said, "And said he didn't want to see me." ”

"Ignore him." His voice was a little gentle: "Come so far, you can't afford to pay for gas." If he doesn't give money, he will be scolded, who rarely comes to see him? ”

I looked at him.

He stared at me, "What? ”

"Growing up, he almost never visited me. But the eldest brother, Sister Shanshan, Brother Su Yi, and others were all picked up by him. I said, "When I was going to Germany, he asked my aunt to tell me that I didn't have to go home again." ”

"Then I won't go back." He said noncommittally: "Not your biological father anyway." ”

"No......" that's not what I mean: "But he just said that I wouldn't tell him about my marriage, and I wouldn't ask my brothers and sisters for help, and he seemed to be angry about this." But I ...... I ......"

"Don't cry." He wiped my face with his hand.

"I don't know how to explain it to him. I knew that I should find my family when I was bullied, but I didn't know how to find them. I couldn't express my feelings more clearly at the moment, because I felt that he was not wrong in scolding me, but I also felt sad: "Why do other people's parents want their own children, but I don't want anyone......"

"Maybe it's because they died early." Fanyin put her arms around me and said lightly, "You can't ask them to take care of you when you're dead, right?" No one wants to die. ”

"Am I really stupid?"

"Not stupid." He pinched his sleeve to wipe the water on my face, and his expression was also very gentle: "Smart and clever, lively and cute, my dad likes you very much." That old man has been sick for too long, and his personality is inevitably perverted, so you have to be considerate of him. ”

The old king next door