Zuo Xingyun's body stiffened almost imperceptibly, and then replied in a deep voice: "Yes." ”

Although Xiang Wan had already counted it in her heart, but now that she heard him say it in person, her heart still sank fiercely.

She paused, then asked, "When?" ”

"Eight whole years, since I left here."

Eight years......

Xiang Wan was stunned for a long time before he spoke again: "Why did you go in?" ”

"Ask something else." Zuo Xingyun dodged the question.

Xiang Wan knew that he couldn't ask what he didn't want to say.

She was silent for a moment: "What the hell happened between you and my dad?" ”

Zuo Xingyun still didn't answer, his face looked calm, but there seemed to be wind and rain hovering under his eyes.

Thinking of Ah Chen saying that his life was worse than death in the past eight years, Xiang Wan took a deep breath: "You have had a bad time in the past eight years, right?" ”

Zuo Xingyun glanced down at the tattoo on his right hand: "This thing was forcibly tattooed inside." I almost thought I was going to die there. ”

Talking about the unbearable past, Zuo Xingyun did not show resentment and ruthlessness that wanted revenge, his face only had the calm after being baptized by the bad years, so calm that it seemed that there was nothing in his eyes.

The tip of Xiang Wan's nose couldn't help but be pantothenic, her eyes were wet, and the tattoo was no longer suitable for him in her eyes at the moment.

She couldn't imagine what kind of life he had been in prison, the tattoo attached to the ring on his wrist, which she only now recognized as the shape of the handcuffs......

Xiang Wan suddenly thought of a point, Zuo Xingyun was in prison for eight years, and as soon as he came out, something happened to her father...... Is there any connection between this?

She asked this heavy question in a difficult hoarse voice: "You are in jail...... Does it have anything to do with my dad? ”

Zuo Xingyun was silent again.

Xiang Wan's heart seemed to collapse suddenly, under this kind of question, what does silence mean?

She didn't want to doubt her father, in her eyes, how could her father, the best and gentlest person in the world, easily ruin a person's eight years? What's more, Zuo Xingyun was once regarded as a family by her father.

She bit her lip so hard that she almost bled out.

This is the only time Zuo Xingyun is willing to accept her questions, and she knows that if she doesn't ask now, she may not have a chance in the future.

So she asked in a different way: "In your heart, what kind of person is my dad?" ”

Zuo Xingyun thought seriously for a long time: "Without him, there would be no me now, what kind of person he is, it doesn't matter to me." ”

This answer was too ambiguous, and Xiang Wan didn't expect that his father didn't even have the most pertinent evaluation in Zuo Xingyun's eyes.

She lowered her eyes, and her voice was hoarse: "Do you hate him?" ”

"There's no point in holding a grudge against someone who has passed away, does it?"

Outside the window, the pouring rain intensified, smashing the window with a crackling sound.

The wind carried the rain and dew into the room, bringing a chill.

Zuo Xingyun got up and closed all the windows in Xiang Wan's room, blocking out the noisy wind and rain outside.

It's late at night, and it's time for this conversation to come to an end.

Xiang Wan asked the last question: "We talked about the most regrettable thing we have ever done in our lives before, what do you regret the most?" ”

Zuo Xingyun turned to look at her, his eyes were deep, like a bottomless cold pool: "That day...... I shouldn't have met your dad. ”

At the end, he paused and continued, "I hope that after we talk tonight, the past can be put to an end for the time being." It's late, you rest, I'll wait for you to fall asleep before leaving. ”