"It's almost already." Xingyue replied, helping the fifth master to do it on the bench on the side. The fifth master was holding something like a book in his hand, and he was arched out by the hill, and he was about to bite when he opened his mouth.

Fortunately, Xing Yue's eyes were quick, and he immediately picked up Xiaoshan and slapped Xiaoshan's buttocks: "Xiaoshan, no!" ”

Xiao Shan's big eyes blinked and looked at the book in the fifth master's hand, still thinking that it was something delicious, licking his mouth, with a look of longing.

The fifth master laughed, took the notebook in his hand and shook it: "This thing is not a toy for your little guy." ”

Xing Yue touched the hair on the top of Xiaoshan's head, looked at the smile on the fifth master's face, and wondered in her heart.

Without Mu Lingyan's presence, the fifth master was completely like an ordinary old man, and every wrinkle when he laughed was full of love and kindness.

But every time he saw Mu Lingyan, the fifth master would become another ice sculpture, and with Mu Lingyan, it would be two ice sculptures.

What exactly is the knot between these two ice sculptures?

Xingyue guessed in her heart, but she couldn't guess what it could be.

I don't know if I can do anything for the father and son.

A black-and-white photo fell from the notebook.

Xingyue bends down to pick it up and finds a young man in the photo, wearing the iconic white shirt and military pants of the 70s, smiling heartily at the camera.

Looking closely, this person is somewhat similar to the fifth master.

"Father, is this, when you were young?" Xingyue couldn't help but be curious.

The fifth master glanced at the photo with Xingyue's hand, nodded and smiled slightly: "It's me, I was only a teenager at that time, but I already went to work!" ”

At that time, many young people had to go to work early, because with a job they had a salary and could help their families.

"When my father was young, he was also very handsome, and he was very energetic!" Xingyue said and handed the photo to the fifth master.

was praised by Xingyue, and the fifth master happily took it: "You kid just can talk." ”

The fifth master opened the book, and Xingyue found that it was a photo album, and the first page of the opening was full of old black and white photos like this, and there was a vacant space in the middle of those, and the fifth master was carefully putting the photos back.

Xingyue's eyes were full of curiosity, but she didn't dare to ask more, but the fifth master was not unhappy: "Girl, do you want to see these photos?" ”

Immediately nodded again and again, Xing Yue was a little surprised: "Is it okay?" I'm still thinking, it's all your privacy. ”

The fifth master smiled again: "What privacy is not privacy, you are Ling Yan's wife, a family!" ”

The three words "family" made Xingyue's heart warm.

She loves the feeling of being loved by her family.

I wonder if she had any family before?

Is there a father like this who loves her and loves her?

Over there, the fifth master had already opened the photo album and began to tell her the story behind each photo.

At that time, it was not easy to take pictures, but it was because he had a friend who had a camera because of his work, which could leave these precious memories for him.

Turning the pages of the album, the fifth master in the photo is obviously older, and from a certain photo, there is a little boy next to him.

Xingyue couldn't help but be attracted to the boy.

The little boy was tall and thin, and there was a resolute expression on his face that could not be seen, which was an emotion and aura that was different from that of a teenager.

He looked in the direction of the camera expressionlessly, and the cold gaze in his eyes reminded Xingyue of a person.

"This is ......" Xing Yue was surprised, "Ling Yan when he was a child?" ”

The fifth master nodded: "I was still thinking about whether you could find out, but I didn't expect you to see it at a glance." ”

"So he was so cold when he was a child?" Xingyue snickered.

The fifth master saw that she liked the photo very much, so he simply took out the photo and handed it to her.

Xingyue didn't refuse, took the photo, and looked carefully at the young man Ling Yan in the photo.

His hair seemed to have just been trimmed, and he was also wearing a white shirt with a padded jacket that was common at that time.

After taking the photo closer, Xing Yue found that the young Ling Yan's forehead seemed to be holding a piece of gauze?

"Father, is he hurt?"

The fifth master looked at the wound on the young Ling Yan's forehead, and his eyes showed a look of memory.

"Well, yes, at that time, he was young and vigorous, and he often fought with people, and every time he fought, he was injured. This photo," the fifth master pointed to the photo, "after I picked him up on the street in winter, he was beaten and dying." ”

The old man said, looking into the distance, with memories: "At that time, I was about to go to Southeast Asia, and I asked him if he would like to go with me, and he agreed. But at that time, he didn't even know what Southeast Asia was. ”

"Fighting? Picked up from the streets? Xingyue's attention was still on these words, "Sounds like he was seriously injured that time?" ”

"Hmph, it's not heavy! Almost lost his life! The fifth master probably remembered the rebellion of the young Ling Yan at that time, and snorted in his nose, "On a snowy day, lying in the snow, he was almost buried by the snow, if it wasn't for me and a few brothers passing by there, the next day, he would have become an ice sculpture!" ”

Hearing the fifth master say this, although he knew that it was more than ten years ago, Xing Yue's heart couldn't help but feel a little distressed.

The fifth master then began to tell Xingyue about the photos behind.

It can be seen in the back photo that it is no longer Huaguo, but Southeast Asia.

Photographs often show the faces of foreigners, some of them holding weapons or sitting in SUVs.

looked at Mu Lingyan who was growing up in the photo.

A strange feeling has been lingering in Xingyue's heart: "This young man, have I seen it anywhere?" ”

His eyebrows and eyes were familiar to her.

I have a vague memory in my mind, as if I once knew such a teenager myself.

But the boy loved to laugh more, and he didn't have such a cold and cruel expression.

But soon, Xingyue felt that she must have misremembered.

It must be because she has already known Mu Lingyan now, so she feels that Mu Lingyan when she was a child makes her feel familiar.

Xing Yue listened to the fifth master tell about those past events, and saw that because of the things behind the photos, sometimes laughing, sometimes sad, and sometimes angry, he knew that those times in those years were precious to him.

"Father, you actually love Ling Yan very much, right?" Xingyue asked.

This question silenced the fifth master.

After a while, he spoke, his voice was low, as if he was saying to Xingyue, but it was more like talking to himself: "I'm so old, what I want most is a happy life for my children, but he doesn't seem to understand this very well." ”

After saying this, the fifth master's finger rubbed a yellowed photo.

In that photo, there is a middle-aged fifth master, a young Mu Lingyan, and a beautiful woman holding a child a few years old.

The happiness of the children?

Xingyue didn't understand the meaning of the fifth master's words.

After a short silence, the fifth master closed the album, but when he turned his gaze, he found the photo that Xingyue was still holding in his hand.

"I almost forgot about this one!" As he spoke, the fifth master reached out and took away the photo.

“？！” The photo was suddenly withdrawn, Xingyue was caught off guard, and subconsciously wanted to get it back.

But I didn't expect the fifth master to carry the photo behind him, and his expression was like a child who was about to be robbed of candy.

"Father, didn't you give me this picture?" Xingyue flattened her mouth, a little lost.

The young Mu Lingyan in the photo, she hasn't seen enough yet!

"Eh, you can't give me a single photo of this, if you want it, Mu Lingyan who is looking for you wants to go." The fifth master said, carefully turning his back and stuffing the photo back into the album, his movements were all guarded, as if Xingyue would really grab it from him.

was amused by the childlike movements of the fifth master.

Xingyue smiled while strengthening her confidence in her heart, she must help the father and son to eliminate the gap between them.

The morning passed quickly.

After lunch, Xingyue sat in the study and read a book.

Mu Lingyan's collection of books is very rich.

The warm afternoon sun shone down, and Xingyue casually looked out, and saw Mu Lingyan's car coming back.

Mu Lingyan had already changed into spring clothes, and talked to Ted while walking.

Mu Lingyan, who is serious and serious, keeps exuding the charm of a mature man, which makes too many women crazy.

Xingyue watched him walk by, and his image at the moment gradually overlapped with the young man in the photo.

That's nice.

Xingyue thought.

I can have the current you, and I can know you when I was a teenager.

Although, only in the photos.

Mu Lingyan's figure was blocked by the building, and soon, Xingyue heard the sound of Zhang Ma and the others talking to Mu Lingyan in the living room downstairs.

The sound of his footsteps was very familiar.

She heard Mu Lingyan first walk to the door of the fifth master's room and knock on the door, and said respectfully but distantly: "Father, I'm back." ”

Maybe it was because of the "um" that the fifth master had always kept unchanged, that Mu Lingyan's footsteps sounded again, and he gradually came to the door of the study.

Sure enough, in the next second, the door of the study was pushed open.

"Xingyue." Mu Lingyan's magnetic voice was calling her name.

Even though they have had the closest contact and have been together for nearly two months, she still can't stop the excitement and apprehension of the fawn when she hears him call her in such a voice.

"Huh?" She forced herself to suppress her excitement, pretending to be attracted by the contents of the book, and did not even lift her head.

Mu Lingyan faced her, sat down next to her, looked at the book in her hand, and let out a low laugh.

"I'm looking at it very seriously." He said.

"Huh? Ah, yes. She still didn't look up.

Then a hand reached over and took the book in her hand into the air and turned it around, before putting it back in her hand.

"It's the other way around."