"Now, is this how you practice your life motto? Deep love will last forever, deep love will last forever... Since you know that you should not be too obsessed with the love of your children in this world, why are you still so stubborn today?"
Murong Qingzhen smiled slightly and said with a mocking look on his eyebrows: "I'm stubborn, but what about you? My respected father, do you think you are a man who knows how to exercise restraint in your love life?"
Murong Yuanhong lowered his eyes uncomfortably, not concealing his disappointment in his description.
"Yes, I know that you have always been resentful of me on this issue. But I... Qingzhen, now that you have grown up, I think there are some things that I no longer need to hide from you. About your mother and me
Between, actually...".
"I know, Dad, I actually know what you want to say a long time ago."
Murong Yuanhong raised his head and looked at his son in surprise, only to see Murong Qingzhen slowly stand up from the sofa, walk to the floor-to-ceiling window that was shrouded in twilight, and said quietly with her back to him: "Because mother is talking to you.
Before getting married, you had another love in your heart, and you have always been worried about this. That's why you are so cold to her, am I right? Dad."
Murong Yuanhong seemed to be a little depressed and nodded, his figure fell on the tall sofa, and the arrogance and glory of the past seemed to have gradually disappeared.
What replaced it was melancholy and regret about life.
Murong Qingzhen didn't need to look back, he could see the change in his father's expression from the reflection of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
In fact, he was filled with emotion. When life is coming to an end, and looking back at the past years, when you have to reap a bitter pill for your youthful vigor, that kind of regret can no longer be used.
Words to describe.
"Dad, I think you have always loved your mother very much, right?"
Murong Yuanhong did not raise his head. He was silent for a long time, and finally nodded slightly.
It is love. If there is no such deep love, how can there be such indifference and alienation after extreme disappointment? Once, as a son, he could not understand why his father would not meet his mother several times throughout the year.
Why does my family always treat each other with cold respect?
It wasn't until later, when he accidentally discovered that on the night of his mother's birthday, his father's figure had been looking at the window in the yard opposite, that he suddenly understood how deep the love was.
That's timidity.
But for Yao Yuhan, he no longer wants to understand what his father's feelings are.
As a man, Murong Qingzhen discovered that if you truly love someone in your lifetime, for him, that is the limit of your emotional reserve.
Now, he loves. Even though it is painful and confusing, he clearly knows that it is love.
He doesn't want to let go, and he can't let go, because he knows that once he lets go, it means that he will never get it again in this life. He doesn't want to regret it when he is old like his father.
He wants to get the person he wants by any means necessary. In his opinion, this is the effort for love.
"Qingzhen, you...are you really sure that you must be her?" Seeing that his advice had no weight, Murong Yuanhong no longer persisted.