On the top floor of the castle is the meeting room of the elders of the Moon Arrow family, and then there is the father's study.

Angel wondered if the layout would change over the years...... Maybe not, my father is actually a very conservative person, from his unchanged style of dressing and views on various things, he always reflects an old-fashioned style.

After the fall of the genius, she never made it to the top of the castle. Including meeting my father, it is also in the parlor at the bottom. Over the years, he was like an outsider.

The silent hallway was empty, the windows were frosted glass, and it was impossible to see the outside, and the outside could not see the inside. Hanging from the window were pure red tassels, red was my mother's favorite color, and my father once filled the entire top floor with red ornaments, and he also specially brought red plants from the southern swamps to maintain the ecological cycle at the top of the river.

That was before, and everything was removed after my mother died.

Angel doesn't know why, today's red curtains and so on, there will be a chance to appear again.

Now when I think of my mother, I always feel a strange emotion in my heart.

Angel couldn't help but think of Uncle Roland and Uncle Leorick.

In the past month or so, she has met with Uncle Leorik twice.

Whether it's Uncle Roland or Uncle Leorik, they are really good skeletons. They will talk to themselves about the customs of the two continents, and the interesting things they encountered during their travels in the mainland when they were still people.

Except for the first time after discussing their mother's true identity with Uncle Roland, Roland and Uncle Leorik didn't say a word about their mother, even if they wanted to mention it, they would immediately change the topic.

What kind of person is a mother?

Angel recalls that pale face, when her mother was lying on the hospital bed looking at her, there was a doting on herself in her eyes, and there was another emotion...... Desperation, perhaps?

Anyway, she didn't believe Uncle Roland's words, and Uncle Roland said that he was a tool of his mother. Eyes can't deceive people.

"Angel?"

Just as Anqi was stunned as he looked at the red tassel by the corridor window, the section elder whispered on the side: "Come in Anqi, your father has been waiting for you in the study for a long time." ”

Thoughts pull back to reality.

Angel thanked the section elder, who stepped back and gently closed the door to the hallway.

Alone and silently standing in the straight hallway.

Angel walked on thin ice with every step: what was the reason?

Over the years, she has become accustomed to living alone, accustomed to the cold eyebrows of others, and accustomed to her father not taking herself seriously.

She really couldn't understand why the attitude of the section elder had changed so much, and every family member she had seen all the way here didn't dare to look at her, let alone mock herself as before.

The corridor is fifty meters long.

At the end was my father's study.

In this short distance of a few tens of meters, Angel feels that she has walked for more than half a century.

Her fingers lightly ran over the red curtains, over the frosted glass. The glass here used to be transparent, and my mother and father stood here with themselves in their arms, looking down on the entire Moon Arrow City through the window.

"Ding Ding Ding", Angel knocked on the door softly.

Father's deep voice came, "Angel, come in!"

Angel pushed the door open.

All the furniture plants in front of you are black and gray tones, and the folds of their skin show that they are very old. The atmosphere of the long-standing and well-established family is blowing in the face, and the breathing will become shorter in such a solemn atmosphere.

The faint fragrance spread throughout the study, and after taking a deep breath, Angel calmed down a little. She closed the door and looked at her father: Adiel, the man who had led the Moon Arrow family for nearly twenty years, had a very steady feeling all over his body, and he was no longer the personable young talent he was when his mother was still there.

Adil was sitting upright at his desk, on which were a few books spread out. He was dressed casually now, as he had always worn in his study: thick black cotton pajamas that hung straight up to his legs.

"Angel, sit down. Adiel's voice was much softer, "How have you been doing lately, you have your own druid, are you still adapting?"

Angel doesn't know how long it has been since she heard her father speak to her so gently, and he still takes the initiative to care about herself. She even had a feeling of being overwhelmed, so she could only nod obediently and sit opposite Adil.

The tall chair dangled her legs in the air, and instead of habitually rocking her calves around, she stepped on the place where the vine branches met on both sides of the vine bench, and put her hands on her legs and pursed her lips.

She lowered her head slightly, but quietly raised her eyelids: her father's sideburns had more gray hair, and the wrinkles on his forehead were deeper. The flesh on the bridge of the nose, which was originally tall and wide, seems to have shrunk a little, and the pores are enlarged and secrete a lot of oil. The stubble on the chin has not been cleaned seriously for a long time, and it grows unevenly.

Since the mother's departure, the father's requirements for his appearance no longer seem to be so strict.

"Angel. Adil looked to the side, his eyes narrowed together, his brow furrowed even more, "Do you know what I called you here today?"

"I don't know ......"

Adil slowly stood up, slowly walked to the bookshelf behind the chair, and pulled out a few books, behind which was a handle that could be pulled outward. He grabbed the handle and tugged it out, and the drawer was opened, filling it with wine.

Angel watched this action: hiding wine in the bookshelf was a habit that her father had developed for many years, and his father was not allowed to drink when his mother was still there, so his father developed this habit, and he has not changed it yet. Maybe he doesn't want to change?

She pursed her lips again as she watched as her father pulled out two crystal goblets. He tugged hard at the cork, and the cork was a little rotten, and half of it was broken inside.

The corners of Adier's eyes twitched a few times, and he said with a wry smile: "This wine has been left for six years, and your mother didn't let me drink at the beginning, so I didn't dare to buy any expensive wine." I asked my subordinates to go to the market to secretly buy a few bottles of cheap wine and come back, but I didn't expect the quality of the corks to be so poor. ”

"Has my father quit drinking for the past six years?"

Adil used the force of nature to pull out the cork stuck in the mouth of the bottle and pour it over the two goblets, "After your mother died, she quit. ”

Angel didn't know what to say, and her hands were twisted together.

Adil put a goblet on the bridge in front of Anqi, sat down again, and shook the goblet gently, "You've worked hard all these years." ”

Angel was suddenly stunned.

She looked up at her father: hard?

Do you really know?