"Dad, I'm really sorry." Zhong Qing's bright eyes flashed with broken light: "I have always made you worry, and I will have very little time to take care of you in the future!"
She cannot fulfill her filial piety and does too little for her father.
"Qing'er..." Zhong Jinrong cleared his throat and said, "Dad, the reason I was strict with you before was just to make you happy. If this is your decision, I won't stop you anymore!"
Zhong Qing's eyes were hot and her throat seemed to be choked: "Dad, when I leave, you and mom will be the only ones left. I'm still worried. Why don't we go together?"
"Dad is old and can't go far anymore." Zhong Jinrong shook his head, looked far away, and said meaningfully: "Don't worry because of me, every parent
They all want their children to be happy. Whatever you want to do, just do it, as long as you have a clear conscience, and never do anything you regret!"
Zhong Qing always felt that Zhong Jinrong was very strange today. There seemed to be a touch of pain in what he just said, as if he felt it deeply.
"Dad, did something happen?"
Zhong Jinrong shook his head: "Don't think too much, your mother and I can take care of ourselves, you don't have to worry about us, not to mention it's not the first time."
Zhongqing's eyes were moist, and guilt surged in her heart: "Dad, when I have time in the future, Xixi and I will come back to see you."
Zhong Jinrong nodded sadly, looking at Zhong Xi and Eric who were fishing in the artificial lake not far away, and said quietly: "It seems clearly that they get along very well."
Zhong Qing subconsciously looked at Zhong Xi who was having a great time and laughed: "In those three years, Eric was the one who helped me. Xi Xi and him were like two father and sons..."
Zhong Jinrong sighed deeply: "Although your mother and I didn't get along with him for a long time, we both feel that he is a man who can be trusted for life."
"..."
"Have you considered giving Zhong Xi a complete home?"
Zhong Qing was stunned for a moment, and she subconsciously thought of a familiar figure in her mind. Her heart trembled inexplicably, her eyes wandered, and she subconsciously made excuses: "Dad, our mother and son are living a good life, and Xixi is also very sensible and cheerful.
, and it has not affected his childhood, so I don’t want to think about this aspect yet.”
Moreover, after so many things...
She is also tired...
Zhong Jinrong seemed to have seen through something and held her hand: "Qing'er, you are my father's daughter. No matter what you do, I will support you!"
Zhong Qing held Zhong Jinrong's big hand, and then she realized that the back of her father's hands were wrinkled, and his ears and temples were stained with a lot of silver hair.
He has really aged a lot.
Suddenly, my heart tightened, I stretched out my hand and hugged Zhong Jinrong tightly.
"Dad, my daughter can't be by your side to take care of you, so you must take care of yourself."
Zhong Jinrong looked slightly uncomfortable, patting her back gently with his hand, pretending to be serious, but his words were playful and doting: "Silly daughter, you are the mother of your child, and you are acting like a spoiled child with your father, be careful of being laughed at by your son.
!”
Zhongqing curled her lower lip, and the faint smell of tobacco lingered in her nose. This was the smell of dad.
All of a sudden, her memories were brought back to her childhood.
Whenever she is unhappy, her father always holds her in his arms and comforts her patiently.
That feeling of being protected by your father.
It's like a lifetime ago.
But it made her miss it very much.
Even though she is not her father's biological daughter, it no longer matters.
As for why she became daddy's girl.
She didn't want to go into details.
…
…
Cemetery.
The day Leng Yan was buried.
It was raining lightly.
Tang Wei stood in front of the cemetery holding an umbrella, holding a bouquet of chrysanthemums in her hand, and stared at the portrait for a long time.
Behind him, Dai Zi and several men in black stood.