Did Not Say Anything About My Feelings

Wang Jiulong is resting today, and he brought Ling Pan to the gallery again.

The car stopped at the door, Ling Pan looked up at the building in front of him, and took a deep breath.

Wang Jiulong at the side smiled and comforted her: "Let's go, see you sooner or later."

Ling Pan opened the car door and walked in with Wang Jiulong.

Today is the weekend, so there are more people.

Wang Jiulong looked around and grabbed Ling Pan's shoulder: "Where is he?"

Ling Pan shook his head: "I...I didn't look back yesterday."

Wang Jiulong sighed helplessly, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "Just wait for a while."

Ling Pan nodded, and led him to the painting.Staring at the painting, Wang Jiulong raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Is this you?"

Ling Pan lowered his eyes and remained silent.

"Excuse me……"

Ling Pan's body froze instantly when he heard the voice behind him.Wang Jiulong could feel his hand being held tightly by her, he immediately held her hand back, and said in a low voice, "Pan'er."

"I saw you two standing in front of this painting for a long time, do you need my explanation?"

His voice is still the voice in memory, gentle and kind.Every time she went home to eat after shouting and playing, her tone was always so patient, with a trace of helpless pampering.

And she would run towards him bouncing and yelling, "Dad!"

Seeing that she didn't respond, Wang Jiulong spoke first, "I'm sorry, I left my girlfriend's bag in your store a few days ago, come here to pick it up today."

"Oh, that's right. I did pick it up, and it's locked at the counter, waiting for me to get it."

After speaking, he walked to the counter at the door and took out Ling Pan's small bag from the cabinet.

Ling Pan kept his back turned, as if frozen in place.

"Uh, sorry, I need to see what's in the bag just to be sure..."

"Can't!"

Ling Pan suddenly turned around and stopped him.She slammed into the eyes of the person in front of her all of a sudden, and both of them were shocked.

Standing in front of him was a slender middle-aged man, wearing silver-rimmed glasses and a casual suit. There was a hint of melancholy between his brows, and his face was delicate. It was completely hard to tell that he was past his forties. He looked gentle and weak.

Ling Pan's eyes look like his, and they are also Danfeng eyes, but Ling Pan's eyes have the feeling of Ling Yun, sharp and charming.

Avoiding his gaze, turned away, and said, "Give it to me directly."

The man was silent for a moment, then said: "But I need to confirm whether you are the owner of this bag."

Ling Pan closed his eyes and did not speak.

The man opened the small bag, took a look at the contents of the bag, looked up at her, and asked, "What...is there in the bag?"

Ling Pan choked out a sob, tried to calm himself down, and said, "Id card... and bank card."

"..." The man took out his ID card silently, and asked again, "Is your name on the ID card?"

Ling Pan bit her lips tightly, but the tears still flowed out, she sobbed a few times: "Ling... Ling Pan."

The man put the ID card in his bag, then reached out to her.

Ling Pan wiped the tears off his face indiscriminately, took his bag, and pulled Wang Jiulong to leave.

"Hope!"

Her steps stopped.

The man asked softly, "Do you like this painting?"

Almost fled, she didn't answer his words, and ran out stumblingly.

Wang Jiulong nodded apologetically at him, and then chased him out.

The man's hands were hanging powerlessly on both sides, staring at the direction she left, and sighed silently.

"Pan'er! Pan'er!"

Wang Jiulong caught up with her, took her into his arms, and comforted her softly: "It's okay..."

Ling Pan couldn't hold back her tears anymore, she buried herself in Wang Jiulong's arms, crying bitterly.

"I don't know how to face him, I really don't have the courage! I really don't! I don't know what to do! I'm not as strong as you think, I'm afraid!"

Wang Jiulong frowned, hugged her tightly, patted her back soothingly, and listened quietly to her crying and venting.

"I don't know if I should hate him, or... call him daddy like I used to. I don't know..."

……

Wang Jiulong took Ling Pan back to the apartment, Ling Pan huddled in the co-pilot, staring out the window in a daze.

"He recognized you."

Ling Pan lowered his eyes and nodded silently.

"Then, are you still going?"

Ling Pan closed his eyes and shook his head: "I don't know, for the time being... I don't know either."

Wang Jiulong held her hand: "It's okay, I will accompany you when you think it over."

Ling Pan leaned on his shoulder and said in a low voice, "Thank you, Brother Danan."