The man in front of me, who seemed to have long been accustomed to the feeling of being surrounded by thousands of envious eyes, calmed and relaxed, calmly and elegantly brought me a double-sided golden fried egg with chopsticks, and placed it on the plate in front of me.

"Lingyun, eat more, next, there are still a lot of follow-up cumbersome things to deal with, if your physical condition can't keep up, you will get sick."

He was like an elder in front of me, shushing and caring for me, and for a moment, I seemed to have regained my father's long-lost compassion and love for me.

However, I haven't enjoyed that feeling in a long time.

In my memory, there are few such good days.

The last time I remember my father was on an early morning in the second month.

On that day, I woke up early in the morning and let in the warm sunlight through the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

Somehow, my father was not in a hurry to go to work, but instead sat on the sofa in the living room in a comfortable lounge suit, leisurely reading the newspaper while drinking morning tea.

When he saw me coming downstairs, his kind face immediately smiled into a beautiful chrysanthemum.

"Yun'er, you get up, hurry up and have breakfast, today you come to taste Dad's craftsmanship, I baked bread for you, fried poached eggs, and salad dishes, all of which are what you like to eat."

Hearing my father's kind and amiable voice, I was in a good mood, so I hummed a little tune happily, ran downstairs in my kawaii pajamas, and went straight to my father's side.

I sat mischievously beside him, affectionately held my father's wrist, and thanked him coquettishly: "Dad, you are so good, my daughter loves to eat your breakfast the most." ”

"Hurry up and eat! Otherwise, it will be cold later. ”

My father nudged me and patted me on the arm lovingly.

"Got it, Dad, I'll eat right away."

I walked to the table and sat down at the table with flowers, neatly arranged, hot and smelly, and enjoyed my loving meal.

It's been a long time since I've eaten my father's own cooking, so when I carefully picked up the golden fried egg with just the right color with my chopsticks, I was really reluctant to eat it.

Looking at the golden eggs reminded me a lot, and I remembered my mother, who died young, and when I was a child, she used to smile and fry such eggs for me at breakfast, and I haven't eaten my mother's own fried eggs for many years.

In that memory, the entrance is burnt and crispy, but the smooth and fragrant egg yolk in the mouth and the burnt and crispy taste on the outside complement each other, which I always can't let go.

In order to relive my mother's ordinary breakfast, I groped and made it many times, but it was either fried black or uncooked inside.

My father probably saw my attachment to the beautiful early days in my memory, so I tried countless times to make such a delicious omelette that was almost comparable to my mother's craftsmanship.

I ate greedily, my mouth full of fragrant fragrance, my heart full of joy and sweetness.

Now, when an egg that looks almost the same as the eggs fried by my father and mother is served in my bowl by this gentleman, I can't help but think of all kinds of people and things in the past.

Looking at the familiar omelette, I picked it up with chopsticks, slowly put it in my mouth, and took a bite gently, but it was just a bite, I immediately frowned, and threw the fried egg into the trash can next to me in disgust, and the small bite left in my mouth was continued to chew with difficulty.

If it weren't for the courtesy and respect for this gentleman, I would have really wanted to spit it all out.

How can that omelette be comparable to the meal made by my father and mother, it bites into the mouth, it is as dry and stiff as a piece of eraser, and it is difficult to swallow.

The thought that from now on I would never see my dear father again, and never eat the loving breakfast he made for me again, my sentimental heart could not help but feel a pang of sadness, and a hazy mist loomed over my eyes, making the figure of the man opposite gradually blurred.

And the gentleman man in front of me was so kind that not a single expression of mine could escape his sharp and perceptive eyes.

Gently and dexterously, he took out a tissue from the napkin box next to him, handed it to me gently, and asked me softly in his nice magnetic voice: "Did you accidentally lose your eyes, wipe it quickly."

By the way, Lingyun, listen to your father, you like to eat the breakfast he made for you very much, the chairman is ingenious, and the breakfast he made must be delicious.

However, I also studied cooking with my mother, and I can make my own ordinary dishes and snacks, so another day, I invite you to my home to taste my cooking. ”

"Okay, thank you for having me!"

Listening to those words from my heart, I had to admire the man in front of me, who was able to guess my heart in detail at this moment.

Although he guessed my thoughts, he just kept a face for me, and he saw through but not completely explained it, he was really a smart person.

I gratefully took the tissue and gently wiped the fog from my eyes.

Yes, I have been fascinated by my eyes, but it is only the tears of longing and sentimentality that have fascinated my sorrowful heart.

After breakfast, Jia Qing accompanied me back to my father's house and I.

Aunt Nanny, who had already contacted me in advance, waited at the gate early, and when she saw me getting out of the car, accompanied by a handsome gentleman, her eyes widened in astonishment.

Looking at her gaffe, I certainly understood that she was stunned by the majesty and handsomeness of the man in front of her, and the reason why she walked intimately with me.

However, for the sake of face, the nanny aunt didn't ask me in person, but just squeezed her eyes at me meaningfully, as if to say approvingly, "Yun'er, this shouldn't be your boyfriend, so discerning." ”

Because I never brought An Lan back to my home, the nanny aunt only knew that I was in love, but she never met my mysterious boyfriend.

For fear that my father would be angry, I always blindly humbled and avoided, and never dared to bring Anlan home openly.

Aunt Nanny Xu had an infinite affection for the gentleman in front of her, and perhaps she guessed the relationship between the two of us, so she politely introduced herself first.

"Hello, I'm Yun'er's nanny aunt."

"Hello Aunt Nanny, I know, Ling Yun mentioned you to me."

Mr. Jia's face was gentle, without any condescending and domineering attitude, he responded politely to the words of the nanny aunt, but he did not give details about who he was.

Because the police re-investigated the scene, there were still police officers in the room who were working further to collect evidence.

Under the supervision of the police, we hastily took a few essential items for life, put them in our suitcases, and left the room.

When we got into the car, the gentleman man in front of me still ran over and opened the trunk to help us put our luggage in order.

He drove me and my nanny aunt to a high-end community in a corner of the city with a unique scenery.

The properties in this upscale community are all high-rise, with oversized rooms and large balconies for each home.

My aunt was tidying up my belongings, and I had nothing to do and walked to the large balcony with a view. Standing on the viewing balcony and looking down, you can see the green trees and lawn everywhere, and the crystal clear swimming pool surrounded by greenery is like a jewel, shining in the sun, and it looks refreshing. This beautiful swimming pool, right in the center of the community, reflects the whole property, fresh, beautiful and stylish and dynamic.

I was alone, standing on the sun-drenched balcony, looking at the scenery under my feet, feeling the cool breeze blowing in my face, a little lonely and sentimental.

My father is gone, and since then, I have become a person who has no home to return to, and I have become a person who wanders like duckweed, and in this city, except for Anlan, I can no longer find a second person who can warm my heart.