"I see."

Xia Lingge didn't quite understand where Father Xia's sudden change of anger was, but he knew that it was not wrong to verbally respond now.

Father Xia crossed his waist and took a long breath, he knew that his daughter was too slow to be emotional, or it could be said that he didn't understand it, he didn't expect her to hear anything from it, but protecting himself and not being deceived was the accusation that he, as a father, should fulfill.

"You give me the phone number called Si and Si Cheng." Father Xia stretched out his fingertips and clicked on the mobile phone she was holding in her hand.

"What for?"

Xia Lingge was a little unclear, so he obediently found out Si Cheng's contact information.

"What? Nothing! ”

Father Xia took Xia Lingge's mobile phone, then found his mobile phone and recorded the phone number, and then handed the mobile phone back to Xia Lingge: "Okay, you don't care about this matter, leave it to me." ”

As he spoke, he picked up the coat he threw on the sofa and put it on his shoulders, raised his feet and walked a few steps towards the door, and stopped when he came to the security door as if he remembered something.

"Lingge."

Father Xia didn't turn around, just stared at the carved door panel in front of him and called her softly. Xia Lingge didn't poke his head to observe his expression, and only unconsciously responded when he heard the name: "Huh? ”

Father Xia slowly turned his gaze, after the baptism of years of precipitation, the already deep eyes were more vicissitudes and sharp, Father Xia quietly looked at Xia Lingge, his daughter who had only understood in recent months, "You are a good boy." He whispered, "So Dad believes in you and knows what to do and what not to do." ”

The last time they spoke so formally was when it was about Xia Lingge's mental condition, the chagrin and sadness in Xia's father's voice at that time, but this time his voice was very calm, so calm that his words were not like a father's entrustment to his child, but like a kind of heart-to-heart and trust between equal people.

Xia Lingge raised his head and met his father's weather-beaten but somewhat tired eyes, "I know, father." She replied to him in the same tone that was so calm that it was almost declarative, "I always knew what I was doing. ”

I also know what you have handed over to me.

Father Xia nodded, then put on his coat and walked out of the house.

The security door of the entrance is closed.

Xia Lingge quietly listened to the footsteps outside the door and walked away, turned around and walked into the kitchen, took out two cans of fresh peach juice from the refrigerator, and walked back to his bedroom.

Turned on the light, looked at the empty room and didn't say anything, put the fresh peach juice in his hand on the table, opened a can with a straw, leaned on the edge of the table and drank while stretching out his left foot and kicking the bed board.

"Come out."

The pale blue sheet dangled slightly, and a pitch-black, hairy head poked out, followed by half of the body, and finally legs.

"Scared the hell out of me."

Si Cheng patted the dust on his clothes and pants, walked to Xia Lingge's side and took another peach juice from her: "I was almost slaughtered by my uncle." ”

"My dad is so scary, but you." Xia Lingge's legs were slightly folded, and he looked at the bed crack that was just over thirty centimeters, "I actually drilled the bed crack silently, and I can't figure it out." ”

Si Cheng grinned, not daring to say that it was a knee-jerk reaction caused by a weak heart.

Xia Lingge walked to the desk, spread out the neatly arranged books and put them aside, and a shriveled doll appeared on it.