"My eldest son... I know, you must be my eldest son, my descendant of Sophie. I don't know what year you and I met, and I don't even know your appearance... But the dagger I left behind can only be picked up by my bloodline." The glowing figure approached Marceau, and then as if he thought of something, he stepped back and shook his head: "You must be hating me, right, it should be... I didn't give you a complete family..."

Marceau shook his head and sighed: "I actually don't hate my father. Because after I knew why he gave up on me and my mother, when the sisters and lovers in the family had to give up one of them, he made a choice without dragging on it."

Babalim was a little at a loss. After all, she had joined for a short time and didn't know something, but the rabbit girl still reached out and hugged Maso's neck: "Don't be afraid, Babalim will not leave you. Since she chose to be your lover, Babalim will not betray you."

Marceau reached out to wrap his arms around the rabbit girl's waist, and the cat and the rabbit girl continued to listen to the light and shadow speech.

"I'm sorry, my eldest son, I hope you can understand me. If you have found my diary... No, you will definitely find my diary. That mansion, as long as you inherit your mother's blood, you will definitely enter that mansion. My eldest son, you will definitely see my diary..." The voice of the figure was full of sadness, and it looked in the direction of Marceau. This should be the only place where human nature can be displayed outside of automation in this message.

He hesitated and hesitated, and finally, he choked and shook his head: "I'm sorry, my eldest son is between you and your mother and my sisters. I made a choice. I gave up on you and chose to protect my sisters... You may hate me, I hate me for not choosing you, but my eldest son, no one in this world should be treated with the look of looking at goods. They are my sisters, not goods in the eyes of those guys."

Marceau nodded, and he naturally understood this. His father must have a very good relationship with his sisters. This can be seen from Panny, her sisters and brothers. The children of the winners of life are united, so the father will definitely make a choice for his sisters...even if he sacrifices his love for this.

"I know." Marceau sighed, "I understand, I don't hate you, my father." Even if he couldn't hear this, Marceau wanted to say it.

Babalim hugged Marceau's neck tightly. The rabbit girl was full of curiosity. She didn't know these things, but she still hugged Marceau tightly, fearing that her cat would disappear in the next moment.

And the figure continued its speech: "After making a choice, I was in great pain. For my sisters, I gave up my lover and my eldest son... I just wanted to protect my sisters, but in the end I couldn't even protect my lover and eldest son. I was such a useless waste. I have asked myself more than once, is it right or wrong for me to do this? I clearly think I am right. I keep my sisters and not let them become goods in the eyes of others. I keep my mothers,

Let the family be separated; I even waited for the news that my father survived, and looked at the day when he returned home with war wounds, looked at the smile and returned to his mothers' faces again, saw the sisters crying and bowing to their fathers, and saw my second son greeting his father... I should have felt full of satisfaction, but every night, I wondered how my eldest son was doing today. I heard that he was not doing well with his mother, and he was as thin as a child. He looked at the dried fish in the store, but he was so sensible that he didn't ask for it..."

Marceau blinked, trying not to let tears flow out of his eye sockets... Indeed, Marceau still remembered when he was young. When he knew that money was so precious, he never asked his mother for dried fish again.

It was a day full of hardships, and the young self also survived it. "No big deal... really." Looking at Babalim's heartbroken gaze, Masso smiled and lowered his head and gently kissed the rabbit girl's forehead.

There is really nothing big. In this life, with girls accompanying you, what else can Maosheng ask for? At least he doesn’t have a sister, so I think he can give his children a complete family.

"I was wrong. I told myself this more than once, but watching the birth of my nephews, watching the growth of the second son, watching the wife's face that was gradually no longer abominable, and watching the envelope that requested marriage again and again was returned by your mother... I was in pain. I wanted to see you, my eldest son, but I didn't dare to come to you because I was afraid of being hated by you, and I was afraid of seeing you. I was even more afraid of being ignored by you. I was a man who could even abandon my lover and eldest son. What qualifications did I have to beg for your forgiveness... I was frightened and retreated.

Shrinking, hesitating even more... My child, forgive my father, but even if you and I will no longer meet, even if you never want to see me again, even if you still hate a useless father like me..." The glowing figure sighed, and it walked to the shelf, stretched out its hand, and pointed at the shelf: "My eldest son, if, if you want to know your life experience, take apart this section of this shelf, there is a brand new message recorder inside, and put it in the reading hole beside the wall, I will tell you what kind of surname you should have."

"Babalim, do you think I should know all this?" For some reason, Marceau decided to hand over his fate to Babalim for choice. This rabbit girl would definitely not harm her.

"Now knowing that there may be some unpleasantness, but it's better to regret it than to miss this opportunity. Mr. Marceau, I believe your father will not regret the choice he made, and you should not regret it."

Babalim's answer gave Marceau strength. He walked to the shelf, took out the stick, and took out a crystal from it. With Babalim's encouragement, he finally walked to the wall and put it in the hole.

The glowing figure gradually lost its luminous characteristics. It was a kitten man with 70 or 80 similarities with Marceau. He walked to Marceau: "My eldest son, it seems that you made a choice. I am very happy. This means that your curiosity overcomes your resentment. I am Ella, and Wanglou. I am your father. If you have to call me by my name, you can call me Gana, I am the descendant of Lovanta, the eldest son of Bai, Ganabai

Nerovanta is my full name, and you, you should have been called Masoganan Nerovanta, my eldest son, when you were born, the entire river galaxy should have been calling your name, Maso... I should have watched your growth with a smile, watch you grow up day by day... But I let the blood of the Lowanta family fall out... You shouldn't have forgiven me, I changed your destiny, changed your trajectory, and changed your life..."

Marceau was silent until the humanoid finished all this and until it disappeared, Marceau turned his head and looked at Babalim. The rabbit girl's face turned pale. She trembled and wanted to let go: "Are you a child of the Lovanta family?" The rabbit girl looked at Marceau with three points of joy, three points of surprise and four points of fear.

Then she began to struggle to struggle out of Marceau's arms: "This is so presumptuous, too presumptuous..." Babalimu spoke incoherently until her head was lifted up until Marceau kissed her hard, and then hugged her tightly in her arms.

"Don't leave me, my surname is Su..." Marceau squinted and expressed his views and opinions in a cold voice: "My surname is Su, do you know? I am Marceau of the Su family, not a child of the Lovanta family."

"But your father... that's not my father, my father can't be him."

Marceau shook his head. Although he knew that it was his father, that appearance, that color, and the white pointed tail... He should have thought of the backs of him and Al... But Marceau still felt that this relative should not be recognized.

If you admit it, what should I do with Panny and Youjiu?

They had already pressed everything on themselves. If they recognized the surname Lovanta, Marceau would not dare to imagine... No, he should never be the descendant of the Lovanta family: "I don't, do you understand, Babalim."

The rabbit girl was stunned for a moment, then shook her head hard: "Why! That's the father you have been choosing hard, Mr. Marceau!"

"What if that was my father, what should Youjiu and Penny do?" Marceau asked with a smile.

When the rabbit girl fell silent, Marceau let go of his hand. He walked to the wall, took out the crystal and threw it on the ground, and then stomped it.

"Mr. Marceau!" The rabbit girl's ears stood high.

"We have never seen this thing, do you know?" Marceau turned around and looked at Babalim and ordered.

"But Mr. Marceau's life experience..."

"I don't have sisters who can make a choice, so you are my most important treasure... Babalim, I have said a long time ago that I will not let anyone down. Whether you or everyone, you will hand over love and loyalty to my hands, and I will naturally protect you with my life..."

After Marceau said that, he stretched out his hand: "Babalim, are you... willing to give me such a stubborn and self-righteous person a hug?" The cat thought that the rabbit girl would not do this.

But he was wrong, and Babalim ran over and jumped into Marceau's arms.

"Mr. Marceau, for us, can you really give up a good life that is within your reach?" asked the rabbit girl.

Marceau nodded, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead: "Yes, because I have nothing but you."
Chapter completed!