After Yan Yuan finished speaking, he felt that something was obviously wrong with the current atmosphere.
Seeing these two scissor-like pressures coming, if she continued to stay, her life or death would definitely be uncertain. She didn't even have time to wipe the oil stains from the corners of her mouth, and quickly picked up her bag and ran towards the door.
"Uncle, I suddenly remembered that there is something urgent at home. I need to take a step forward and come back to visit another day when I am free."
"Yan girl, wait a minute, don't..." His father saw that Yan Yuan had closed the door and left, and said with some disappointment, "What, this girl ran away without even saying it clearly."
Zhang Ling knew full well that Yan Yuan, who was in charge of digging and not burying, had run away, and she would be severely tortured by her father tonight. The safest way now is to hide in Yan Yuan's house.
"Yan Yuan, don't run away if you have the ability! Dad, don't panic, wait a moment. I'll help you chase her back."
She picked up the bag with her left hand and rushed to the door with swift steps. Just as her right hand was about to touch the door handle, her father's body appeared in front of the door like a ghost.
"Lingling, where are you going? The protagonist of the incident she mentioned is not right in front of you, so it would be better to ask you directly. Don't even think about running away. Just come back and sit down and talk."
"No, dad, don't listen to Yan Yuan's nonsense. If you don't believe me, let me go. I'll take her back and confront her."
Her words seemed weak, and finally her father pushed her back into her seat.
Looking at her father's serious look, his eyes were like the fire of judgment, burning her soul, while everything in the room seemed to be frozen instantly by a chill.
The last time she had such an experience from her father was because her early love was discovered. Her father closed the door and did ideological work for her day and night.
Even now, when the scene flashed through her mind, her scalp would feel numb unconsciously.
Today's situation is similar to that of the past. In addition, my father is menopausal. Even if he has lost his physical strength, he will still be nagging for at least one night.
She was like a primary school student who had made a mistake and wanted to explain something when faced with the teacher's question, but she didn't know where to start because she lacked vocabulary.
It was also because she knew that no matter what she said, it would be the beginning of her father's emotional outburst. In order to enjoy the peace of the world more, silence was better than sound at this time.
Time passed bit by bit, and the tense and silent atmosphere probably lasted for ten minutes.
She felt that during this period of time, her father was not conjuring up a perfect set of words to nag like before, but more like he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.
He seemed a little restless, with a sad look on his face. He suddenly stood up and walked around her;
He seemed to be a little excited. He picked up the seaweed soup from the soup bowl and drank it hard. His breathing became rapid and his face turned rosy. He suddenly faced her and hesitated to speak.
She enjoyed this short period of peace. Although she was not completely mentally prepared to face her father's storm, she saw that her father's emotions could not be released as soon as possible, for fear that this would induce some chronic diseases in old age.
She decided to take the initiative and said: "Dad, what do you want to say to me?"
The father who was pacing back and forth suddenly stopped and clearly heard a long breath. He turned to look at Zhang Ling. Finally, with joy on his face, he came quickly and pulled a chair to sit next to him.
"Lingling!" There was an obvious pause, and his father's eyes scanned the dining table.
During this period, Zhang Ling lowered her head, frowned, and closed her eyes, trying to welcome the storm that belonged to him.
When she heard the name of joy, she couldn't believe it. She quickly raised her head and opened her eyes to look at her father, and secretly pinched her thigh. The clear pain let her know that this was not a dream.
Her father picked up her bowls and chopsticks, brought them to her and said with a smile: "How many times have I told you, don't waste food when eating, finish all the rice you have left."
"ah!"
She wondered where all this was going on? Nowadays, the elderly are just like young people, their thinking is so fast. She didn't even realize what these words meant.
The father still smiled: "Don't be stunned, hurry up!"
"Oh, I got it." She could only obey her father's instructions, chewing the leftovers in her mouth.
The father continued: "Lingling, dad is wrong. He has been arranging your life since you were a child. He has never had a formal serious talk with you, and he doesn't understand what you want. After so many years, you won't blame me, right?
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If she hadn't clearly seen her father rubbing the tips of his thumb and index finger of his left hand as usual when he spoke, she would have actually believed that the father in front of her was forcibly taken away by an unknown soul, just like what was described in fantasy novels.
"No, it can't be!" She put the dishes and chopsticks in her hands back on the dining table and asked with some worry, "Dad, are you okay? Why did you suddenly say these things to me tonight?"
The father said: "Come, tell me about the man Yan Yatou talked about. How long have you been dating? Why don't you bring him back to dad to see?"
She sighed helplessly. Now she was finally 100% sure that her father had not been taken away. This still cannot change the nature of a parent.
"Let's not talk about him anymore. Dad, didn't the returned doctor you introduced to me decide to meet the parents of both parties?"
Zhang Ling wants to hide Li Xiang for the time being. After all, she does not really intend to date, and there is no need to make it known to everyone.
"No!" His father's tone contained the momentum of not giving up until he reached his goal, but he quickly said softly, "Lingling, Dad has figured it out. If you really don't like that turtle, I can come forward and make you king."
Auntie refused. The only condition is that you must let me meet the man Yan Yatou mentioned."
Although Zhang Ling cursed Yan Yuan in her heart, she still said kindly:
"What are you doing seeing him? Dad, don't listen to Yan Yuan's nonsense. This is really unnecessary. He and I just met by accident today, and we just played online games together. There is really nothing Yan Yuan said.
"
Seeing Zhang Ling's reaction, the father was convinced that his daughter was not telling the truth.
He clutched his chest with an uncomfortable expression, his eyes were shining brightly, and before he formally spoke, he just said a simple "Alas", showing endless self-blame and sincerity.
"Dad, are you okay? Do you want me to take you to the hospital?"
When she looked at her father's appearance, her heart thumped, and a trace of inexplicable sadness surged out of her. But the next words made this feeling erupt like a volcano.
I saw my father waving his hands to indicate that it was okay. His cheeks covered with traces of time finally crossed two lines of water. The corners of his mouth twitched a few times, and his sobbing voice was full of regret.
"My Lingling is no longer the child who chased after her father and talked about everything. Now she has secrets that she can share with outsiders but not with her father."
When my father said this, he took a special look at Zhang Ling.
When he saw her eyes shining brightly, he knew that these words had touched his daughter's heart. He thought that this child was still his kind daughter.
The father continued in a low tone with a hint of sadness: "I don't blame you for this. It's all my father's fault. You have such a big gap between you and me. If you really don't want to tell your father, he won't either."
Force you."
When his father saw two milky ways streaked across her pink cheeks, he knew that the heat was almost done.
"Hey, let's not talk anymore. You have been running around all day today, so you must be exhausted. Just sit still and I will wash the pots and dishes tonight."
As he spoke, he slowly stood up and put his hands on the dining table. The sound of the clinking ceramics seemed to be performing a soul-stirring symphony.
She watched her father prepare to carry the stacked dishes to the kitchen. There seemed to be a voice in her heart that guided her to stand up quickly, step forward and stand beside her father, hugging him tightly with both arms.
There was a crisp cracking sound on the ground, but they could not separate each other.
She seemed to be holding back a lot of words in her heart, and finally had the urge to confide in her father at this time.
"Dad, don't say that. We have been dependent on each other for many years since my mother passed away. It is not easy for my daughter to know that you are both father and mother. It is because the daughter is unfilial, she never understands you, and she always makes you angry.
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After hearing these words, my father's mouth showed a hint of pride, as if he was saying that if he wants to play tricks on your father, you are still a little immature.
He remained calm and silent and continued to listen to Zhang Ling's next words.
"My daughter knows she was wrong and will never make you angry again. Dad, I will tell you whatever you want to know."
"Really?" the father asked.
"Yeah!" Zhang Ling hugged her father tighter.
"First of all, I always fall in love with the rice bowl you brought back from Paris. I know it is very expensive, but I have asked you many times how much it cost? You haven't even told me. Can you tell me now?" My father was heartbroken.
looked at the debris on the ground.
"Ah?" Zhang Ling was frightened by her father's jumping thoughts again. She looked up at her father and asked inexplicably, "Is this right here?"
"Say it!"
"Only ten thousand yuan." Zhang Ling said with a smile.
The father sat down again with his hands on his heart and pointed at Zhang Ling with his other hand and said:
"It's just a food bowl. You spent so much money on it, but now it's smashed on the ground by you. You prodigal child! What can I say about you?"
"Broken?" She looked at the fragments with a bit of sadness in her eyes.
This is the first birthday gift from her first love. The purpose is to make her think of him every day when eating.
Just because this bowl was too expensive, she really couldn't bear to part with it and just threw it away. Maybe she had developed feelings for it after using it for many years, so she didn't put it away and put it in a corner to gather dust.
A thought suddenly flashed through her mind.
This may be a hint from God to her that it's time to completely forget about the guy who has been missing for many years.
At this moment, the image of Li Xiang's elegant voice while having tea emerged in her mind. Subconsciously, she seemed to have regarded Li Xiang as the best substitute for forgetting her ex-boyfriend.
"Why do I think of him now?" She whispered and shook her head, trying to get Li Xiang out of her mind.
"What did you say?" My father didn't hear clearly.
She raised her voice and continued: "I'll just break it to pieces."
Her heart ached, as she had given up something she had always thought was important, but her unsatisfactory eyes caused a few tears to roll down her pink cheeks.
The father watched silently as she took the initiative to clean up the debris on the ground and stopped saying a word for the time being, feeling that her daughter needed to calm down more at this time.
After throwing the scraps into the trash basket, she showed a relieved smile, wiped away her tears with her hands, walked to the dining table, picked up the dishes and walked a few steps towards the kitchen, stopped again, looked back at her father and said:
"Dad, if you don't want to know anything more, then I'll go wash the dishes."
The father's questions about Li Xiang came to his lips. Although he didn't know what happened to his daughter, he was certain that it was at least related to the broken bowl.
Of course, he also silently thanked Broken Bowl in his heart. The hearts between father and daughter had never been so close tonight.
Looking at his daughter's back, the sadness in his heart, accompanied by a burst of heartache, made him suddenly change his mind and say, "Okay!"
