Zerg Writer

During dinner, Father Ling, who hadn't left the room for a long time, appeared at the dinner table.

His spirit seemed much better, his eyes lit up, and he said to Ling Xun and Fang Qingci: "Since you're here, can you stay for a few more days?"

There was even a bit of pleading in his tone.A pair of old eyes stared fixedly at Ling Xun.

Ling Xun turned his head and looked at Fang Qingci.Fang Qingci nodded slightly at him.

Seeing this, Ling Xun turned to look at Father Ling, and said, "Okay, let's stay for a few more days."

"Okay, okay, just right, I've asked them to clean up your room, it's on the third floor, Xun'er, your former room. The doors and windows have been opened for a long time, and the air inside is circulating, so you won't feel uncomfortable The pillows and quilts are all new, and I even asked them to light some aromatherapy..." Ling's father chattered endlessly, showing a rare spirit.

Ling Xun didn't speak, but there was emotion in his eyes.Fang Qingci waited for Ling's father to stop, then nodded and said, "Thank you very much for letting you worry about us even when you are sick."

"No thanks, no thanks, haha, I'm glad to see you guys coming..." Ling's father looked very happy, and he seemed to be several years younger.

He seemed to be the only one who was happy on the table.

Fang Qingci had more than politeness, but not enough intimacy.Not to mention Ling Xun, who has always been indifferent.

Father Ling's female attendant kept a half-smile expression, she didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't take the initiative to talk to Fang Qingci and Ling Xun.Naturally, Fang Qingci and Ling Xun would not talk to him anymore.

Ling Xiuyun seemed to have something on her mind, she was in a daze all the time, and almost picked the food to her cheek a few times.

Ling Xiuyun's face was even more stinky, occasionally looking at Ling Xun and Fang Qingci, it seemed that there was a knife hidden in her eyes.As for him, Fang Qingci and his wife unanimously ignored him, which made his face even more ugly.

The long and luxurious dining table is filled with sumptuous dishes, and on top of it is a gorgeous crystal lamp, shining brightly.But the worms under the lamp have their own thoughts, and they are not in the mood to taste the delicious food, wasting the good craftsmanship of the cook.

Fang Qingci saw that Ling Xun didn't seem to have much appetite, so he got up and scooped up a bowl of soup, pushed it in front of him, and said softly, "Try this soup, it's quite delicious..."

Drink some soup first to whet your appetite, and then you can eat other things.

Ling Xun smiled at him, put the bowl in front of her, picked up the spoon, and drank slowly one spoon at a time.

Father Ling was very pleased to see them.

Seeing this scene, Father Ling's female servant over there laughed and said, "I didn't say that, young master. It has always been the truth that only females take care of males. Why is it the other way around when it comes to you? This is not gentle enough." Considerate, but you can't keep the males!"

Ling Xun looked up at him and said, "I don't need to worry about my business."

The female attendant curled her lips and said: "I am also concerned about you, Eldest Young Master. If the female servant hadn't passed away early and could teach you more, you wouldn't—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Fang Qingci interrupted him.There was no smile on his face, he looked at him quietly, and said: "I think Ling Xun is very good, and it is my blessing to be favored by him. His father who passed away taught him very well, and I like it very much." .”

Ling Xun was stunned for a moment before realizing that the dead father Fang Qingci mentioned was his own father.Immediately, his fingers trembled, and he couldn't help reaching out, holding his hand tightly.He turned to look at him, his eyes full of emotion and gratitude.

Fang Qingci held his hand instead, and looked at him, smiling softly.

The female waiter was about to say something again, but she saw Ling's father slapped the table vigorously, and said angrily: "With so much food, can't you keep your mouth shut?"

The female waiter didn't dare to say anything, she lowered her head and started to eat the food in front of her.Father Ling coughed twice and stopped talking.In his eyes, there was a bit of sadness.

After a meal, when everyone enjoyed it, it was over.

Fang Qingci and Ling Xun had no intention of chatting with other worms, and after eating, they went up to the third floor and went to the room prepared for them.

Indeed, as Father Ling said, the room was prepared very comfortably.It's just that the smell of aromatherapy is too strong, a little choking on the nose.

Fang Qingci opened the curtains, opened the floor-to-ceiling windows, and extinguished the aromatherapy.In this way, gradually, the air becomes fresher.

The moonlight was very good, and the mercury spilled down like mercury, covering the window sill with a faint silver glow.With roses climbing up the railing, it is dreamlike.

The two sat on the balcony, opened a bottle of red wine, and drank each other.A little bit of evening breeze and a little bit of drunkenness are also very good.

The rose flower swayed gently on the vine, the flower was bright crimson red, very beautiful.

A kiss that tastes like red wine is more intoxicating than wine.

The moonlight shrouded the two, who seemed to be fused into one, glittering and translucent on their hair.

At the moment of deep affection, there was a knock on the door.

Ling Xun calmed down his panting, and raised his voice, "Who?"

A servant's voice sounded outside the door: "Eldest young master, the master wants you to go to his room."

Ling Xun said: "I see, you go first."

The door became quiet again, Fang Qingci got up from Ling Xun's arms, touched his hot cheeks, and said, "Go, I'll wait for you to come back."

Ling Xun got up, tidied up her messy skirt, and then reached out to stroke Fang Qingci's messy hair: "If I go too long, you go to bed first, don't wait for me."

Fang Qingci nodded and said, "Okay."

Ling Xun walked out of their room and walked up the long curved stairs to the second floor. He heard his footsteps being sucked away by the thick carpet, felt his palms rubbing against the smooth walnut handrail, and his eyes couldn't help being dazed. stand up.Many memories come to mind.

He has walked up this staircase countless times since he was a child, and now he walks it again, it feels like a lifetime away.

He suddenly remembered that once when he came home from outside, he heard the voice of the female father from a distance. He couldn't help but ran into the house excitedly, and almost fell at the door.

On the stairs, at that time, the laughing voice of the female father sounded: "How old are you, and you are still so frizzy, how can I be at ease?"

He raised his head and looked towards the third floor, and saw the female father standing at the top of the stairs, holding the railing with both hands, looking over with a smile.A ray of sunlight just passed through the curtains and fell on his face, making his smile look extremely warm.But the facial features seemed blurred.

Those memories, it seems, are beginning to gradually blur...

But some memories are still as clear as if they just happened yesterday.

He remembered being held in the arms of his female father, the light fragrance emanating from his hair and neck.The cold and hard touch of the epaulets and collar, the toughness of the military uniform and the softness of his palms...all of these were deeply imprinted in his mind.

Walking to the door of the master bedroom, blinking vigorously, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Father Ling's voice sounded, hoarse and old, it was far from the clear voice he remembered.

When he was young, he was very romantic and handsome.But now... no matter how much he has no feelings for him, but thinking of that tragic contrast still makes him feel sad... He opened the door and walked in. The smell in the room was still as bad as before.

The headlights were not turned on, only a dim water-green desk lamp was on, illuminating Father Ling's yellow and thin face.

"Sit down." After coughing twice, he said.

Ling Xun sat down on a chair far away, and lowered his eyebrows: "What do you want me to do?"

Father Ling looked at him for a long time before saying, "You look a lot like your female father. I still remember being fascinated by him the first time I saw him. I tried my best to refuse it, just to marry him and let him become my female queen... When we were newly married, we went to Shuiyuexing for our honeymoon. The scenery was beautiful, and he was also very good... That memory is really beautiful ah……"

He lamented that period of time, with tears in his eyes. "My child, can you really not forgive me? I, I already know that I was wrong, really..."

"During this time, I thought of your female father every day and night. It was him when I opened my eyes, it was him when I closed my eyes, and it was him in my dreams... I regretted so much that I wanted to kill myself, but no matter what I did, It's all useless. When he passed away, he was completely disappointed in me. I even think that he hated me at that time... I can't forget him, I regret it, but, but, what What to use..."

As he spoke, he began to howl, very sadly.Ling Xun looked at him quietly, with water shining in his eyes, but it never flowed out.

Finally, after he stopped crying, Ling Xun opened his mouth and said lightly: "Is it him or your youth that you miss?"

When the words fell to the ground, Father Ling was stunned.After a long while, he smiled wryly: "You kid...you've always been so smart, can't you be a little bit stupid?"

Ling Xun showed a self-deprecating smile: "I hope so too."

The room was quiet, and after a long time, Father Ling waved his hand and said, "Forget it, I won't say any more. I just want to tell you that no matter what, your female father is the most important bug in my life." , No other worm can shake his position. So I will leave all my property after death to you. It can be regarded as all my thoughts..."

As he spoke, he let out a long sigh.

Ling Xun said coldly: "You don't have to do this, I don't—"

Father Ling waved his hand again, and said, "I know you are not rare, but don't you want to give your little male a better life? Besides, as the son of a female king, you deserve it."

Hearing this, Ling Xun stopped talking.

Outside the door, Ling Xiuyun clung to the door, listening to the voice from inside, and clenched her teeth.

"I knew it, I knew it..."