She didn't ask, although she was a little curious, but to her, that was not important at all. Dad must have his own past. One day, he thought, he could tell them as a story.
The younger generation listened and told stories about the past, recalling the beginning... and so on.
Maybe the juniors will exclaim, "Oh! Oh!", but maybe they just listen to it as a story and don't take it seriously at all.
Maybe everything he cares about now will be regarded as an old man's verbosity and be despised.
But it doesn’t matter whether dad will ever tell him in the future, or the past is not a happy memory for dad, or he will think that everything in the past is not suitable for others to know.
She won't care. When she should know, she will accept it. However, when her father doesn't want her to know, she doesn't have to know. Even if she knows, she can pretend that she doesn't know.
Because, to her, the most important thing is that he is her father, the father who cares for her, pampers her, and gives her happiness. The most important thing is this. What happened to him in the past?
Not important at all.
"Dad, Xi'er loves you so much!" Before leaving, Xi'er sweetly kissed her father on the cheek and expressed her feelings loudly.
Seeing the smile on her father's face, she returned to her small courtyard proudly and happily.
The sound of the piano began to sound again in Mei Huan's courtyard. Mei Huan was really smart, but after more than ten days of study, her piano skills were already much better than before. Facts have proved that Caiyun, apart from her suspicious motives, has no regard for Caiyun.
Mei Huan, she is indeed a rare and good teacher.
Moreover, with Mei Huan's intelligence, it was absolutely impossible for him to learn only the piano skill from Caiyun.
At Haishi, Mei Ziqing finally appeared in Xi'er's room again. She changed into black clothes again, was held in Mei Ziqing's arms, left the bed, and came back an hour later.
This is the tacit understanding between their father and daughter. When they put on black clothes and black scarves, they are no longer father and daughter, but master and apprentice. In that mysterious place, all the people and things she comes into contact with are in her
The moment I changed my clothes, I completely forgot about it.