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The scene was quiet again.

"You shouldn't give my number to someone else." Zhenhong said, "Although I didn't seem to say that I was not allowed to do this, you should be aware of this."

A thousand years of silence.

"I don't object to you making boyfriends, but I won't easily recognize them."

"More than 80% of male and female friends in high school will break up. The feelings that you think will always exist are very fragile. Just like the cup made of ice, it will be broken when you fall. Even if you don't fall, it will melt with time. ”

"The more you invest during the interaction, the more you will regret after breaking up. You should understand this truth."

"Don't be too addicted to this adolescent game, otherwise it will be your own pain."

"...you are right, Dad." Qianqiu responded indifferently.

"But I have been addicted to it and want to play this game with him for a lifetime."

"If you can't do it, even if you regret it, it will be painful... I think it is worth it."

"This is just your current thought." Zhenhong looked at her. "In the future, your thoughts will definitely change."

"Maybe... but I won't forget." Qianqiu also looked at each other.

The painter stared at her daughter's face.

"You will forget." After the silence, he turned his eyes and said coldly.

Then the waiter came to the restaurant.

The exquisite dishes in the exquisite ceramic dish bowl are placed on the table and look like art.

Not only looks beautiful, but the taste is also very good, but at this time, I think of the food at the Qingsi family.

At this time, they are also eating dinner.

Compared to the exquisite cuisine in front of her, she wants to go back to the house and eat daily meals with them.

......

Qingsi took a bite of buns.

The buns are bought from convenience stores, hot and stuffy, and taste good.

Why do you want to eat buns? Because he is now outside, staying near the restaurant where his father is eating.

Although she respected the idea of ​​Qianqiu and let her face Ruo Yehong alone, he did not say that he would stay at home.

It is also a choice to eat at that restaurant. Money is not a problem, but Qingsi is more willing to go home to eat a small poem for dinner, so just eat a steamed buns to fill the stomach.

At this time, there was something close to him. He turned his head and saw that it was a gray-haired dog.

The dog’s eyes are filled with the desire for food.

After looking at it, Qing Shi separated a piece from the buns and threw it in front of it.

After the gray-haired dog bowed his head and ate the buns, he looked at the Qingsi.

After eating the remaining buns, Qing Shi said that the food had been eaten up.

The gray-haired dog blinked and turned away in disappointment.

Qingsi is still in the same place, waiting quietly in the wind.

......

After eating the dessert, the last is to drink tea.

Smell the scent of tea, slowly drink a bite, taste the bitterness of it, and experience the sweetness of returning sweetness, as the finishing touch of this delicious dish.

"Dad... I want to know..."

"There is nothing to say about your mother." Without waiting for her daughter to finish, Zhenhong faintly said, "Don't worry, don't think too much."

“Why?” Qian Qiu asked.

"Because it doesn't make sense." True macro glimmered, "The things of people who are no longer, you know it makes no sense."

"In this case, all history is meaningless, and the school should be allowed to cancel the history lesson."

History lessons are impossible to cancel, so that sentence is unreasonable.

"She is not history, not a famous and important person, but a woman who has no influence on the world after she is absent." Zhenhong said.

“The history of your study at school is like a famous painting. It has great value for the world and for human beings.”

"And your mother's business is like a child's graffiti, worthless to the world, destined to disappear."

"You haven’t cared about it all the time. It’s good, just keep on don’t care...”

"I care very much!!" Qian Qiu suddenly shouted.

Her face showed anger, sadness, resentment, helplessness and other looks, and her expression was very complicated.

"How can I not care! That is my mother!!"

"But you never told me... I don't know anything except some paintings that don't look like faces!"

"I want to know, but I can't get an answer, so I can only let myself not care."

"But I don't really care!" The voice of the girl revealed a cry.

"I want to know the name of my mother, what kind of person she is, is it still in the world, where is the person, where is the tomb, where is the tomb?"

"Even if these things are worthless to the world, it is a great value to me! Because I am her daughter!!"

In the face of her daughter’s sudden outburst, Zhenhong’s eyes widened and she was shocked.

Tears flow from the corners of the eyes.

"Sorry, Dad..."

"You have raised me so big, I have not treated me badly, I really appreciate it..."

"But... this is not normal..."

"I want to know... what is mom for you..."

"My daughter... for you... what exactly is it..."

Tears dripped into the tea bowl.

Zhenhong lowered his gaze and looked at the tea bowl for a long time without words.

After calming down, I took out my handkerchief and wiped my tears.

At this time, she very much hopes that Qingsi is around.

Even if she only holds his hand, she can feel the warmth.

Do you want to send a distress signal?

Just take out your phone, dial the number or send a message, he will come soon!

The speed of coming is definitely very fast... Will you see me like this, will you immediately start to Dad?

In my mind, I talked to the former Secretary of the Qing Dynasty. The latter pretended to be a bad boy, and suddenly had the urge to laugh.

Just think about it and get courage.

Don't rush to summon bad boyfriends, otherwise it will not end well if you interrupt your father's bones.

Just when Qianqiu thought about it, the famous painter oppositely slowly looked at her again.

"It's a dream..."

He still said in a plain tone.

However, there are more feelings in the discourse than before.

Looking back to the other side, I also looked at each other. I saw my father’s eyes under the black-rimmed glasses showing a look that I had never seen before. It seemed to be sad, seemingly helpless, and seemed to be melancholy...

"Your mother is a dream to me."

"I remember some scenes where she was, but couldn't remember her name and face..."

"About her memory... I think it's important... but it may all be my fantasy..."

"Because everyone doesn't know her... especially you, a thousand years."

"In my ‘memory’, she is with you, takes care of you, loves you, raises you up...you are the one who knows her the most.”

"But actually, you just said, I don't know at all..."

Zhenhong deeply stares at the ages.

"So... she is a dream."