[Tutorial] The so-called childhood sweetheart

When Qian Jingmo was called into the study by her father, she was still at a loss.

Compared with Qian Jingmo's mother who has a jumpy personality and makes Qian Jingmo feel extremely unreliable, Qian Jingmo's father is much more stable and reliable.Therefore, if you just want to chat with her about the famous street scenes in Sicily, or about trivial things like how you feel about Yan Yi, you will definitely not come to such a serious place as the study.

Pushing open the heavy carved door, Asagimo saw his father sitting next to a simple mahogany teahouse on the other side of the study door.He is making tea.

The long door divides this large room into two parts. One side is the study room with European baroque style, and the other side is the grand and solemn tea room with classical decoration and ancient Chinese Han Dynasty.Two arrangements with strong contrast and visual impact are neatly displayed on both sides of the gate, as if two time and space that are absolutely impossible to meet are quietly separated here.

Although it wasn't the first time she came here, when Asai Mo opened the door and saw this strangely decorated study room again, she still had a weird sense of traveling through time and space.

Walking through the European-style study room to the tea room, the girl sat down quietly with her hands flat on her knees, admiring her father making tea in a standard sitting posture.The light blond man raised his hand to hold the simple teapot, and gently touched the exquisite and small teacups arranged on the table one by one, his movements were flowing, elegant and full of rhythm.Gentle water vapor steamed up, and the man opposite him had a handsome and elegant face, and his eyes were calmly watching the tea set in his hand, as if nothing could divert his attention.He just sat there like that, his whole person exudes a kind of chic and dusty taste.

Asagi Mo sat quietly admiring her handsome father.Asahi Mo's father has three-quarters Chinese ancestry, and the other quarter is Italian.So, in fact, his surname is not Asai, and Asai is Rie's surname.And why Qian Jingmo took her mother's surname... This is a very bloody story.

It is said that Mrs. Asai had a falling out with her family when she got married, so she dragged her husband away to Italy in a fit of anger.A few years later, the uncooked and cooked rice brought a ball back.The Asai family had no choice. It was just such a daughter. She didn't want to inherit the family business and became an Interpol. She was forgiven in the end.Now he is married on his own initiative, and even has children. Although Mrs. Asai's father, Nagamasa Asai, wanted to whip that brat who kidnapped his daughter and throw it to fill Tokyo Bay, but looking at the brat holding his arm With her own daughter smiling happily and her bulging belly, Grandpa Asai had no choice but to give up this tempting plan.There is no way, the daughter has a ball in her mouth to express her determination. As a father, what else can I do besides bless her.

However, since Asai Nagamasa really felt that the kid was an eyesore, he decided to make a request to answer him.The daughter is yours, but the ball in her belly must be named Asai!At that time, Asai's father shrugged his shoulders and expressed his indifference to this request specifically made to defy him.Well, after all, it's my father-in-law, so I still have to coax her...

But his indifferent attitude made his father-in-law feel that he was even more an eyesore...

Therefore, as the ball in Mrs. Asai's belly that hadn't yet developed the function of protesting, Asai Mo was changed her surname without any chance of resistance.In fact, she still wants to have a Chinese surname to miss and say...

Well, it's getting too far.Qian Jingmo's father, his Chinese name is Zhan Chuyao.

How is it, does it feel familiar?Asai girls also feel very familiar!I think when she first knew the name of her father, she almost asked: Dad, do you still have a brother named Zhan Chuyun and a nephew named Zhan Lingyang?

Fortunately, she didn't really ask.Asai's father or Chuyao's father does not have a nephew of the Toho hero (because this article is about tutoring, not a comprehensive comic...).In Qian Jingmo's eyes, his father's quarter of Italian blood is basically only reflected in his hair color and eye color.The unrestrained enthusiasm unique to the Italians has not been verified in him at all.In comparison, Zhan Chuyao is more like the aristocratic sons of those aristocratic families in the Wei and Jin Dynasties of China. His temperament is calm and elegant, with some taste of a modest gentleman. As long as he stands there quietly, he will give people a sense of indifference. The feeling of being exiled.

Therefore, Qian Jingmo always felt that, with her mother's off-line and unreliable character, how lucky was it for her to find a man like Zhan Chuyao in the first place!She definitely saved the world in her previous life, right?

"Father, did you ask me to come over?" Qian Jingmo watched as her father finally finished making tea, and pushed over a small teacup.Fair and tender fingers flicked the lid of the cup, and asked slowly.

Zhan Chuyao picked up the tea in his hand, took a sip, and raised his eyes slightly. The girl opposite her straightened her back and looked at him with clear eyes.A soft smile played on his lips,

"It's nothing, but it seems that I haven't sat and chatted with Xiaomo for a long time."

Qian Jingmo blinked, and Zhan Chuyao would make a pot of tea every time he had something on his mind, using this method to clear his mind and calm his heart down.As his daughter, Qian Jingmo is naturally very aware of his habit.So he said that it's okay to ask her to come to the study, but she didn't believe it at all!

Qian Jingmo frowned, she always felt that her parents seemed to have encountered a very serious matter, and it seemed to be related to her.But for some reason, they couldn't tell her clearly, they could only guide her from the sidelines.

Her slender fingers rubbed against the wall of the teacup a few times, and the heat of the freshly boiled tea was transmitted to her fingertips through the thin cup wall.Qian Jingmo lowered her head slightly, "So, what does Dad want to talk about?"

"Xiaomo still remembers, Dad used to ask you when you were only five or six years old, what kind of person do you want to be in the future?"

"Eh?"

"I remember, what Xiaomo said at the time was..." Zhan Chuyao tilted his head slightly, showing a look of nostalgia, "I want to be a person who loves life, is optimistic and cheerful, and is grateful to the world. Every day Be able to show a warm smile and love others with a strong heart. Like the sun and the sky, embrace everything around you."

"Um..." Is this really what I said?Really good Mother! ...and... my lord, why do you remember it so clearly...

"Thinking about it now, Xiao Mo already had that kind of awareness when she was still so young..." A trace of relief and a little worry flashed in the eyes of his father.

"Huh?" Dad, what are you talking about? Enlightenment or something, this word sounds a little scary, and it is easy to remind people of some kind of ring named after aquatic creatures. Hey!

"So... Xiaomo, do you want to move to Italy to live with us?"

Qian Jingmo was slightly taken aback.

When she was very young, she used to fantasize about what it would be like if she could live with her parents.Every morning someone would wake her up, help her prepare breakfast, and tell her to pay attention to class at school before she went out.When the weather turns cold, someone will remind her to pay attention to adding clothes, and if she accidentally gets sick, someone will stay by the bedside to take care of her non-stop...

They are all small and trivial things, but they are also things that people named parents would do, which warms people's hearts.

It's a pity that Asai Mo rarely enjoyed this kind of privilege since she was a child.Although she was 20 years old when she came here, she should have matured psychologically.But I have to admit that sometimes physical weakness can also affect the mind.At least, when Asaimo was very young, before she met Kyouya Hibari, when she occasionally saw the son of a child who was impatient with her mother's nagging on the road, there would always be a trace of envy and sentimentality in her heart. .

But now, Qian Jingmo looked at his father with a serious expression in front of him, and suddenly felt a faint sense of drama in his heart.The words I wanted to hear when I was a child are suddenly placed in front of me now, and...

Father, did your topic jump a little bit? Didn't you still talk about ideals and life with me in a nostalgic and sad tone just a moment ago?What kind of fuss is going to be made by jumping to the daily discussion all at once!This turning point is also a little bit abrupt!Don't think you can turn around just by adding one!This is unscientific, hey!

"So what's your choice, Xiaomo?" Zhan Chuyao smiled slightly, "Do you want to come with us?"

are you serious dad?Asai Mo had some black lines, she waved her hand casually, "Forget it, Dad, I've lived in Japan for so many years, and I'm used to it in all aspects. And I don't know Italian, so even if I come here... ..."

"Xiaomo!" The man's suddenly raised voice interrupted her, Qian Jingmo looked at his father who suddenly became serious in some surprise.

"Xiao Mo, I'm serious. Come here or not, what is your choice?" He said slowly in a harsh tone that Qian Jingmo had never heard before, "This is not a joke."

Qian Jingmo was slightly shocked, she looked at Zhan Chuyao's expression that could even be called solemn, and a trace of bewilderment flashed in her eyes.Her intuition told her that what Zhan Chuyao asked was not just whether he wanted to move to Italy.And something deeper, something she doesn't know yet.

"Father," Qian Jingmo bit her lips, her voice a little dry, "You... didn't tell me anything. If you don't know anything, how do you tell me to choose."

"Just follow your own thoughts." Zhan Chuyao looked at the helpless girl in front of him with a peaceful and calm gaze, "What your heart tells you is your answer."

Seeing his father's serious expression, Qian Jingmo slowly lowered his head, and his eyes fell on the teacup in his hand.The tender green leaf buds float up and down in the clear tea water, and the few wisps of water vapor rising from the mouth of the cup carry the clear tea fragrance.

The tea room was very quiet, and Zhan Chuyao didn't speak again. The girl with long pink hair was sitting at the classic mahogany tea table, holding the teacup in both hands, her gaze was fixed and out of focus.

Qian Jingmo felt that her current thinking was in chaos, large and large pictures quickly flipped through her mind, her thoughts were tangled like a ball of wool, for a moment, she had no idea what she was thinking, all kinds of thoughts Heads pop up in your head and then sink back down.At a certain moment, she even thought that the cappuccino in the coffee shop she went to today was delicious, and she must go there again before leaving...

etc!leave……

Qian Jingmo was a little stunned, as if, in her subconscious, she never thought of staying...

Blinking her eyes, Qian Jingmo's eyes fell on the hand of the opposite father holding the teacup.The white and slender fingers rest on the porcelain white cup holder with a warm luster, like jade.She recalled vaguely that she had seen a pair of hands that were as beautiful as her father's before.At that time, it seemed to be holding a teacup...

The chaotic memories quickly regressed in my mind, and finally froze at the moment when the black-haired boy in a bathrobe looked up.Qian Jingmo was slightly taken aback, it was Gong Mi...

"Father," the girl's clear and soft voice pierced through the stagnant air in the room. The girl who had been silent at the tea table finally raised her head and looked at the pale blond man opposite, with a hint of relief on the corner of her lips. Smile, "I've decided, I still plan to go back to Japan."

"Is that so?" The man who took a sip while holding the teacup nodded. There was not much surprise on his face, as if he had guessed the girl's answer a long time ago.

"I see. Then Xiaomo..." He suddenly turned serious, "In the future, no matter what happens in your life, you must maintain your current optimistic and strong attitude."

"Yeah! I know, Dad!"

"And..." A soft smile finally appeared on his face, "Remember, we are your parents, and we will always be behind you."

Qian Jingmo froze for a moment, then smiled and nodded vigorously.

"Go and see your mother. She thought you were angry and seemed worried all the time."

After Qian Jingmo left, Zhan Chuyao stood up from the chair, walked to the huge oil painting, slightly bent his knees, "Sorry for keeping you waiting."

The oil painting was slowly pushed away, and a figure slowly walked out from the secret door.

The author has something to say: Master Father V5!

My father said in all kinds of splendor, if the hero is not the chairman of the committee, I would like to remarry my father in this article!