Did Not Say Anything About My Feelings

Today is the weekend, and Ling Pan originally planned to go to the address Wang Jiulong gave her during her break.

Because Wang Jiulong still had a performance, she didn't tell him.

Ling Pan drove to that address.

After getting out of the car, Ling Pan looked up at the building in front of him.This is a gallery, not large in scale, nor luxurious.

Ling Pan stood at the door for a long time, but couldn't move any further.

Now go in, what is she going to say?What has she to say?Was it to quarrel with him and ask him why he let Ling Yun take her away back then?Or embrace him with tears, tell about the longing for so many years, and express their father-daughter relationship?

It seemed that every possibility she didn't want to happen.I don't want to argue with him, and I don't want to recognize him.

So what is she doing here?

He is still a painter, is he still sitting quietly in the yard as before, letting her help mix the paint, while he paints each of his works with a gentle smile.

He will play with her patiently, and gently reprimand her if she gets into trouble.He taught her how to get along with people around her, told her that it was wrong to take other people's things casually, and told her stories every night before going to bed.

He was really a good father back then.

As a result, Ling Pan has never envied other people to have mothers, because she feels that she does not need the role of mother at all.

But...he still pushed her to Ling Yun.Perhaps to him, she is equivalent to 200 million...

Finally, Ling Pan took a deep breath and walked into the gallery.

Pushing open the glass door, you will see a dazzling array of paintings.

Although the gallery is not big, the space is not small.

At noon, there was no one in the gallery, and it was very quiet inside.The high-heeled shoes stepped on the wooden floor, although the sound was not loud, but it seemed particularly abrupt in the too quiet space.

Ling Pan walked slowly past each painting, appreciating them seriously.

This gallery is actually a bit convoluted, and Ling Pan almost couldn't get out of it a few times.

Just as she was looking for the way, she turned her head inadvertently and froze in place for an instant.

In front of her, hung a huge painting.It was the smiling face of a little girl, the long and bright Danfeng eyes bent into the shape of a crescent moon because of the smile, revealing a row of white teeth.Neat bangs, cute doll head, with baby fat face.

The little girl in the painting looks innocent and carefree.

That summer, when she stepped barefoot in the pond to catch tadpoles, her father sat on the bank, looked at her with a gentle smile on his face, picked up a brush and drew Song Panpan on the drawing board at that time...

The painting in front of her eyes gradually became blurred, and she subconsciously wiped her cheek with her hand, and the wet feeling came from her fingertips.

Inadvertently caught a glimpse of "Mydeardaughter" written in the lower right corner of the painting.

She staggered back a step, the bag on her shoulders slumped to the ground weakly, her mind was blank for a moment.

until……

"Hello, how can I help?"

The gentle voice behind him instantly brought him back to reality.

Almost as a conditioned reflex, she ran out of the gallery, not even daring to turn her head, no matter what the people behind her called her, she didn't stop.

Ran out of the gallery and crashed into a firm embrace.

Ling Pan smelled his familiar breath, buried her head in his arms, and sobbed softly.

The man gently rubbed her short hair with his big hand, and said in a low voice, "Why are you here alone?"

Ling Pan desperately shook his head in his arms: "I dare not, I dare not see him, I dare not..."

Even though that voice was so familiar, even though she knew that the person behind her was her father who had been away from her for 12 years, she still didn't know what emotion to stand in front of him.

Wang Jiulong sighed, put his arms around her shoulders, and said, "Let's go back first, shall we talk about it later?"

Ling Pan nodded obediently and followed him to the car.

She turned to him and asked, "Why are you here?"

Wang Jiulong opened his car door and said, "I was going to pick you up from your school, but I happened to meet Bai Youyou. She said you were here, so I followed."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived, he saw Ling Pan running out of the gallery.

Ling Pan lowered his eyes and nodded.

The two drove their own cars and prepared to go back to the apartment.

When crossing the road and waiting for a red light, Ling Pan inadvertently raised his eyes and saw a man and a woman walking by in front of his car.

She widened her eyes in surprise, then rubbed her eyes in disbelief, and after confirming the pair of men and women, she smiled incredulously.

Then he immediately picked up the phone and called Wang Jiulong in the car behind.

"what happened?"

"Brother Big Nan! Guess who I saw?!"

"Who?"

"Bai Youyou and your junior brother!!"

"My junior? I have many juniors, which one?"

"Qin Xiaoxian!!"

Wang Jiulong raised his eyebrows without showing much surprise, and said lightly, "Yes."

Seeing that he was so calm, Ling Pan said, "Do you know something?"

Wang Jiulong smiled: "I only know that Lao Qin has been a little abnormal recently."

Ling Pan muttered: "This Bai Youyou is with me every day, and he doesn't even tell me that he is in love!"

She hung up the phone, turned on the camera, took a picture of Qin Xiaoxian and Bai Youyou not far away, and sent it to Bai Youyou.

[You soaking chicken feet!How dare you abandon me! ]

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Back at Wang Jiulong's apartment, Ling Pan collapsed on the sofa.

Wang Jiulong came over and poured her a glass of water: "Drink."

Ling Pan lazily raised his hand, Wang Jiulong smiled helplessly, took her hand and pulled her up.

Ling Pan picked up the water glass and was about to drink when he suddenly remembered something.

"It happened!"

Wang Jiulong, who was about to go to the kitchen, heard her scream and came back immediately, asking, "What's wrong?"

Ling Pan got up anxiously: "My bag was dropped in the gallery!"

Although it was a very small shoulder bag that couldn't even hold a mobile phone, it was usually used to match her clothes, but it contained her bank card and ID card.

Wang Jiulong frowned: "Then you can only go and get it."

"I……"

Seeing her struggling, Wang Jiulong patted her on the shoulder comfortingly: "It's okay, I'll accompany you."

Ling Pan was silent for a while, and finally nodded...