The scene was quiet again.
"You shouldn't give my number to other people." Zhenhong said, "Although I don't seem to have said that this is not allowed, you should be aware of it."
Qianqiu is silent.
"I don't object to you having a boyfriend, but I will never admit it easily." Zhenhong then said indifferently.
"More than 80% of male and female friends in high school will break up. The relationship you think will last forever is actually very fragile, like a cup made of ice. It will break if you drop it. Even if you don't fall, it will melt over time. "
"The more you invest in the relationship, the more you will regret it after breaking up. You should understand this truth."
"Don't get too addicted to this adolescent game, or you will be the one who suffers in the end."
"... You are right, Dad." Qianqiu responded indifferently.
"But I'm addicted to it and want to play this game with him for the rest of my life."
"Even if you can't do it, even if you will regret it and suffer... I think it's worth it."
"It's just your current thinking." Zhenhong looked at her, "Your thinking will definitely change in the future."
"Maybe...but I won't forget." Qianqiu also looked at the other party.
The famous painter gazes at the face of his daughter.
"You will forget." After a moment of silence, he turned his eyes away and said coldly.
Then the waiter brought the food.
The exquisite dishes served in exquisite ceramic dishes are placed on the table, which looks like a work of art.
Not only does it look beautiful, but it also tastes good, but at this moment, Qianqiu is thinking of the food at Seiji's house.
At this time, Seiji and the others were also having dinner.
Compared with the exquisite cuisine in front of her, she wanted to go back to that home and eat daily meals with them.
…
Seiji took a bite of the bun.
The steamed stuffed buns are bought from a convenience store. They are hot, full of fillings and taste good.
Why eat buns? Because he is outside now, guarding near the restaurant where Qianqiu had dinner with his father.
Although respecting Qianqiu's idea and letting her face Wakaba Mahiro alone, he never said that he would stay at home and wait.
Going to that restaurant to eat is also an option, money is not an issue, but Seiji prefers to go home and eat Xiaoshi's dinner later, so he just eats a steamed stuffed bun to fill his stomach.
At this time, something approached from the side, and he turned his head to look, and saw it was a gray-haired dog.
The dog's eyes are filled with hunger for food.
After looking at it, Seiji took a piece from the bun and threw it in front of it.
After the gray dog lowered his head and ate the bun, he looked at Seiji again.
Seiji finished eating the remaining steamed buns, and spread out his hands to indicate that the food was gone.
The greyhound blinked and turned away disappointed.
Seiji still stayed where he was, quietly waiting in the wind.
…
After eating dessert, drink tea at the end.
Smell the fragrance of the tea, take a sip slowly, taste the bitterness in it, and experience the sweetness of the sweetness, as the end of this delicious meal.
"Dad... I want to know..."
"There is nothing to say about your mother." Before his daughter finished speaking, Zhenhong said indifferently, "Don't worry about it, don't think about it."
"Why?" Qianqiu asked.
"Because it's meaningless." Zhenhong's eyes flickered slightly, "It's meaningless even if you know about the people who are no longer there."
"In this case, all history is meaningless, and the school should cancel the history class." Qian Qiu said coldly.
History lessons are impossible to undo, so that statement doesn't make sense.
"She is not a history, not a famous important person, but a woman who has no influence on the world after she is gone." Zhenhong said.
"The history you study at school is like a famous painting, which is of great value to the world and to human beings."
"And your mother's matter is like a child's graffiti, which is worthless to the world and destined to disappear."
"You haven't cared all this time, and that's fine, just keep not caring..."
"I'm very concerned!!" Qian Qiu suddenly shouted.
Her face showed expressions of anger, sadness, resentment, helplessness, etc., and her expression was very complicated.
"How could I not care! That's my mother!!"
"But you haven't told me...I don't know anything except some paintings with no faces!"
"I want to know, but you can't get an answer if you ask, so I can only let myself not care."
"But it's not that I really don't care!!!" There was a hint of crying in the girl's voice.
"I want to know my mother's name, what kind of person she is, is she still alive, where is she if she is alive, where is the tomb if she is no longer alive, and where are the relics..."
"Even if these things are worthless to the world, they are of great value to me! Because I am her daughter!!"
Faced with his daughter's sudden outburst of emotion, Zhenhong's eyes widened slightly, as if he had been shocked.
Tears flowed from the corners of Qianqiu's eyes.
"Sorry, Dad…"
"You have raised me to such an age, and you have never treated me badly. I am really grateful..."
"But...it's not normal..."
"I want to know... what mother means to you..."
"My daughter... to you... what exactly is it..."
Tears dripped into the teacup.
Zhenhong lowered his eyes, looked at the tea bowl, and was speechless for a long time.
After Qian Qiu calmed down, she took out her handkerchief and wiped her tears.
At this moment, she wished Seiji was by her side.
Even just holding his hand, she could feel the warmth.
Send a distress signal
Just pull out your phone, dial a number or send a message, and he'll be right there!
The speed of coming must be very fast... Seeing me like this, will you attack Dad immediately
The previous conversation with Seiji, where the latter pretended to be a delinquent boy, came to mind, and Chiaki suddenly had the urge to laugh.
Just thinking about it gave me courage.
Don't be in a hurry to summon the bad boyfriend, otherwise it will be a bad end if you really break Dad's bones.
Just when Qianqiu was thinking this way, the famous painter on the opposite side slowly looked at her again.
"It's a dream..."
He still said in a flat tone.
However, there are more emotions in the words than before.
Qianqiu came back to his senses, and looked at the other party, and saw his father's eyes under the black-rimmed glasses showing a look he had never seen before, it seemed sad, helpless, and melancholy...
"Your mother is a dream to me."
"I remember some scenes with her, but not her name or face..."
"Memories about her...I think it's important...but maybe it's all my fantasy..."
"Because no one knows her... especially you, Qianqiu."
"In my 'memory', she is with you, takes care of you, loves you, raises you...you are the one who should know her best."
"But actually, as you said just now, you don't know at all..."
Zhenhong stared deeply at Qianqiu.
"So... she's just a dream."
(end of this chapter)