"I..." Luo Xiaoqian stood up holding the grass she just cut in her hands, "I was... joking with my aunt."
Leng Zimo smiled, reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulled her hand over, and dropped the blade of grass she was holding. He frowned and looked at her green-stained palms.
"follow me!"
Pulling her along, he strode forward and continued along the stone road, leading her all the way to a stream covered by green trees.
Luo Xiaoqian immediately shook off his palm and went to wash her hands.
Leng Zimo watched her squatting by the stream to wash her hands, and looked around casually. He noticed a familiar figure on the stone steps in the distance, and frowned slightly.
"What are you looking at?"
Luo Xiaoqian shook off the water stains on her hands, walked to his side again, and followed his gaze curiously.
"Let's go the other way."
Leng Zimo took her hand again, led her all the way over the small stone bridge over the river, and quickly went down the mountain along another mountain road. His steps seemed a little eager.
Luo Xiaoqian's eyes passed over several figures on the mountain path they came up from, and she suddenly realized who he was hiding from.
The two mountain roads were far apart, and it was not clear who the other person was, but he could vaguely see that several people on the other side were very tall, obviously well-trained, and they were surrounded by an old man.
I couldn't see the man's face clearly, I could only see his gray hair and straight back.
During these days when she was in the hospital, she had heard some of the nurses' gossip.
Knowing that Leng Zimo's family background is very unusual and his father seems to be a very powerful figure, could this person be his father?!
She had been with him for so long, and it seemed that he never mentioned his family, let alone went home to visit.
I just saw him helping his mother wipe the tombstone so carefully. He must have a very good relationship with his mother, but he seems to have reached the point where he doesn't even want to see his father.
Looking sideways at Leng Zimo beside her, Luo Xiaoqian was very curious, but consciously did not ask.
Her eyes stopped on his tight lips, looking at his face that was obviously a little lonely, she turned back and held his palm with her fingers.
Having experienced her parents leaving one after another, she understood better than anyone else how he felt at this time.
Feeling the strength of her fingers, Leng Zimo turned around and looked at her.
Luo Xiaoqian didn't notice it at all and just continued to go down the steps step by step.
"Most people have strict fathers and loving mothers, but our family is just the opposite. When I was young, my mother always forced me to play the piano. Children are inevitably lazy. My mother punished me for standing still. If I didn't play until the time, I wouldn't be allowed to play.
My father is also a gentleman when it comes to eating. He is often away from home and is afraid that I will starve. Every time he comes home, he secretly buys snacks for me. At that time, I always felt that my mother was not a good mother, and she even got angry once.
Sometimes I called her a bad mother..." Thinking of her young and ignorant self, Luo Xiaoqian sniffed and said, "Later, my mother even said sorry to me when she was in trouble. Now, every time I play the piano, I will think of my mother.
Without her sternness at that time, there would not be Luo Xiaoqian now..."
Leng Zimo listened to her story silently.
He knew that she was comforting him.
"I know that in fact, her love for me is no less than that of my father. I really regretted it at that time. I regretted some of the things I said and did at that time..."
