"Sorry, please, Mrs. Lingyin seems to have taught you a lot of knowledge. I don't know how she calls you." Panta asked with a smile at this time.
"I was young at the time, and I couldn't remember some details for a long time, but I still remembered that my aunt told me that if I can see people from them in the future, I should be her son."
Pan Ta stunned, then immediately put away his smile, and when he came to his father's side, he had a serious face: "Panta, I have seen Mr. Lu, the adopted son of Lingyin."
"Don't play this game for me. Although I hate those wicked people who killed Aunt Lingyin, I didn't regard myself as an outsider!" When my dad said this, he looked at me fiercely and laughed: "Smelly boy, this No wonder you don’t tell me the secrets in my heart have been kept for most of my life, let alone you kid."
"Dad, I'm sorry, what my son is afraid of is too many people." "I know, Aunt Lingyin is killed because she knows too many people. You did it. That's right. Dad was too surprised. Forgetting that you did this is the most correct thing. s Choice."
Speaking of this, my father got up and walked towards the steps leading to the bottom of the embankment: "I think what happened today has never happened, do you remember it clearly
"Dad!" I looked at the half-old man.
"Shut up." The old man turned his head and looked at me without sorrow or joy: "I can't control you to be someone else's son-in-law, and you can't control your dad who wants to accompany your mother through the rest of life."
Watching my father walk down the river embankment, I sighed, then looked at Panta who looked embarrassed.
"Your father really loves your mother." After a long time, the child suffocated such a sentence to me.
"Then this matter" "He said that as it had never happened, then I should naturally follow his instructions."
Panta finished speaking seriously, and then walked down the river embankment down the steps. I watched the old man walk to a Jiangling bread and kicked the door of the two-legged car, and then saw a few young people crawling out of the car and nodding and bowing to Panta.
This old man knew when he would find a scapegoat to vent his grievances.
The dinner table at the dinner table, long and well-behaved as if it were the biological daughter of my old lady who had been raising her for 20 years, and it was both picking dishes and serving meals. I have never received such a luxurious treatment.
Of course, my old father would also serve two girls from time to time, but his happy appearance made people feel sad.
You said that a person has spent most of his life guarding such a shocking secret, remembering that the elder was kind to him, and remembering that the elder died at the hands of another elder whom he originally respected for a ridiculous reason. I personally think Such a burden is too heavy, and I might even think, I don’t know how much my old father knew in his previous life.
This is another silly account. If I have not seen the long history, then my father may only have to walk to the end of life with one or another regret, instead of being as happy as he is now.
After eating and wiping and washing the dishes with my father, I asked the questions in my heart.
"My uncle and your uncle were brought up by that aunt since I was a child. We had already suspected those two girls before, but the ears were wrong, and you forged medical records. We asked them to investigate and we couldn't investigate. I didn’t worry about it anymore.” Looking at the bowls and chopsticks in the pool, his father looked nostalgic: “I found out today that what I saw with my own eyes is not necessarily true. Yes." When I said the last sentence, my father's face was full of vicissitudes.
"I'm sorry, Dad."
"Don't say I'm sorry, you can keep the secrets of the girls, your father, I am very happy, a good boy, worthy of my kind, knowing what can be said, what can not be said." The old man seemed to be very happy, he took a picture. I was the one who patted my shoulder and face: "By the way, tell dad, do you do both."
I nodded in embarrassment and saw my old man tacitly raised his thumb.
"At the beginning of this year, I also met the family of two girls, and they were recognized by them."
"You kid, don't behave with my father if you are so cheap." The old man smiled and patted my head: "Since I have seen the elders, then I don't have to worry about you."
"By the way, Dad, then I also have one thing to tell you."
"Say it."
"An old child will not have a surname of Lu or Qin." I think that since it's all up to this point, I should say these things completely.
"Why." Sure enough, the old man's face went black all of a sudden.
"You don't know, her family has only one child, and her sisters are married. Now her father is counting on her children to inherit the family." I explained.
"Oh, it turned out to be like this, this dad can understand." Hearing this, my old man put a smile on his face again: "It's okay, isn't there a girl from the Zhao family? When the time comes"
When the adult father said this, I interrupted him ruthlessly yy: "That Xie En's child will also have the surname Zhao."
"How could this happen! You bastard" my dad was half angry and softened as if thinking of something: "How can I be more useless than me!"
This is indeed your kind. I carefully replied, "Dad, have you forgotten my grandfather's surname?"
"Nonsense, isn't the surname Qin!"
"The girl from the Zhao family is a descendant of the Song family, and the last name of Qin is most uncommon. Although the name of Lu Xiufu is full of people, we are not an authentic family.
I told my father everything I knew, and this half-hundred man was also speechless.
"But there must be a child with your last name, or else the things you make will be cheaper than others' houses." Speaking of this, the old man shook his head again: "No, people can fly to us. If you want to say that you suffer, the two girls eat more. You bastard enjoy the blessings of everyone. Anyway, the child is also yours. Isn’t it a surname? My father was taken by that aunt and followed her. Last name, I don’t care anymore."
"Well, Dad, I'm glad you think so. In fact, the two girls told me that our youngest child will inherit my surname."
After I said this, my head was hit hard, and the old man looked at me angrily: "You bastard, don't fool me with my grandson that I can't see!"
And I rolled my eyes, holding my head, thinking that I was really fateful. Originally, I wanted to tell the old man about silence, but I still don't want to tell the good father Mo Ruozi if I think about it. This kind of story is too exciting, it's better not to tell the old man.
After washing the dishes, I ran out of the kitchen one step ahead and found that my old lady was sitting in front of the TV watching a soap opera at the golden eight o’clock stall. Naturally such a sacred career could not be disturbed by me. So I patted my butt and ran upstairs. Then I found that two girls were sitting in front of my computer and flipping through the catalog.