"Zimo!" Luo Xiaoqian raised her hand and grabbed his wrist, taking the wet towel from his hand, "I can do it myself. You... go and stay with your father for a while?"
Although Leng's father did not explain it, it was easy for both of them to imagine the scene back then. The hug between Leng Lin and Luo Xiaoqian's mother was absolutely not mixed with any personal feelings between men and women.
Leng Zimo stood up, but he stood still and didn't move.
Putting aside those misunderstandings, my mother needs the most care when she is sick, but as for him, he just works, works, works every day!
Even in his mother's last few days, he never stayed with her. These things were his fault.
Even though the misunderstanding has been resolved, he is still angry for his mother in his heart.
"Zimo!" Leng Lin's voice sounded outside the door, "Can I say a few words to you?"
"Of course, he will be here soon."
Luo Xiaoqian stood up, grabbed Leng Zimo's arm, and shook it.
Leng Zimo raised his eyebrows but remained still.
She smiled and shook his arm again, whispering coquettishly, "Zimo, husband, good husband..."
Leng Zimo looked at her helplessly, "Wait for me, I'll be back soon."
"Okay!" Luo Xiaoqian immediately laughed, pushed him all the way to the door, and opened the door for him.
Leng Zimo glanced at her sideways and walked into the study room with the door open diagonally opposite.
In the study, Leng Lin had put away the things on the table and was standing by the table with his back on him. When he heard him walking in, Leng Lin turned around slowly.
The father and son looked at each other across the table.
"Even if this matter is a misunderstanding, I still have not forgiven you." Leng Zimo said.
Leng Lin pursed his lips and took a deep breath, "I'm sorry."
Leng Zimo's eyebrows twitched slightly.
The father in his memory was absolutely strong. Even if he was obviously wrong, he would never admit it. This time, his father actually apologized to him, which surprised Leng Zimo.
"It was indeed my fault back then. I was too selfish and valued my work too much. If I had cared more about your mother back then, maybe she could have stayed with you for a few more years. I don't expect to have you.
Forgive me." Leng Lin paused for a while, "I am indeed not a competent father, nor a competent husband. You should not forgive me!"
Turning around, he looked out the window again, "I'm done, let's go. Shichang just called. Take Xiaoqian to his place and see if you can provide any clues."
Leng Zimo stood in the room, looking at his back.
This was the first time in so many years that he had looked at him so carefully.
In his memory, his father always had a straight back and was strong and powerful. But this time, looking at his back, Leng Zimo could clearly feel his age. A few years ago, his hair was completely black, but now it is gray. Although
His back was still straight, but his back showed endless loneliness.
Leng Zimo subconsciously took a few steps forward, came behind him, and naturally raised his palms to reach for his father's shoulders.
Hearing the sound of his approaching footsteps, Leng Lin turned around sharply.
"Zimo?!"
Looking at his face, Leng Zimo bent his fingers and pinched a hair from his shoulder.
"Don't get me wrong, I just want to take it off!"
Holding the hair, Leng Zimo turned around and walked out of the study, walked directly to the room opposite Luo Xiaoqian, stretched out his hand and took her palm.
