Qianqiu looked at the phone.
Either looking at something on the screen of the phone, or staring blankly at the phone in his hand.
"What's wrong?" Meijia asked after noticing.
"It's nothing... just thinking, should I call my father and talk about it." Qian Qiu smiled.
Meijia understood and fell silent.
Using one's body as bait to lure out evil gods is such a dangerous thing, even with Seiji around, even with the knights around, there is no guarantee of safety.
In this case, whether to call and tell the only relative... is indeed a problem for Qianqiu.
"I can probably imagine how he will respond, so I don't want to do it." Qian Qiu said softly, "But it seems unreasonable not to say anything."
Reason... It's not family affection, but reason.
Meijia felt sad, but she didn't let herself look strange.
"I think you should contact him."
Qianqiu is silent.
"If it was you, what would you say if you called at this time?" After the silence, the beauty in men's clothing smiled, and asked her friend a little wickedly.
"This..." Meijia didn't expect Qianqiu to ask such a question, and paused, "I'll tell the story..."
"And then? Just say it?"
Mika couldn't go on.
Although she thought about what she would say, or how she should say it, it was her, not Qianqiu.
What she has is a mother, not a father, and her parent-child relationship is very good, which is different from Qianqiu.
So I can't go on... I feel that I shouldn't go on.
Qian Qiu looked at the silent friend and smiled slightly.
Such bad intentions only work for Mika, but it will be different for Seiji.
Mika is very flawed, Seiji also has flaws, but they are much less or at a much lower level, and if you take it seriously, it will make people think that he has no flaws at all and is very reliable.
His pairing with Wanhua Xiaye is perfect, and his pairing with Meijia is also very suitable.
As for myself... Although I'm a good match with him, even if he's gone...
If Seiji knew about this kind of thinking, he would definitely be scolded.
Qianqiu could completely imagine that scene, and could clearly imagine her boyfriend's angry face.
But she's not going to change that, because it's the truth.
Self is indeed very important, very important, but even without self, everyone can still live well.
That's fine.
that's it.
In this way... Even if something happens, I don't need to worry about anything.
"Meijia... thank you."
"Well?"
The girl with two ponytails froze for a sudden thank you from her friend.
Then she saw the other party stand up and walk away with the mobile phone.
Once outside, Qianqiu took a deep breath and looked up at the night sky.
Then she picked up her cell phone and dialed the number.
Two seconds later, it was connected.
"Good evening, Dad."
"What's the matter?" asked the other side indifferently.
"It's nothing... would you believe that?"
Makoto was silent.
Qian Qiu smiled lightly.
"It's really nothing... to you."
"Everything about me means nothing to you... I used to think so."
"It's not anymore, but...we're still the same."
"There's a part of us that is ruthless...to others, to ourselves...I don't know how to put it, but I think you can understand."
"We... are actually a father and daughter who look alike in their bones..."
"Incompetent... unseemly... father and daughter."
Speaking of this, tears flowed from the corners of the girl's eyes.
Why cry, do not know.
It may be for the past, it may be for the future, or it may be because of the present.
"Dad... I'm sorry..."
"And... thank you."
"You're doing badly...but you're doing really well..."
"Just keep it like this... just keep it cool..."
"If...a miracle happens, then everything will be fine."
"And if... something bad happens..."
"Don't blame Qingwu, he must have tried his best."
"I went to where my mother was... When I saw her, I would tell her that only you always remember her... You are a good husband."
"In the future... you will slowly forget about us, don't care about us anymore, and live well... that's fine."
The girl tried her best not to let her voice be crying, and said these words as calmly and smoothly as possible.
Why are you crying? Why are you crying? She really doesn't know herself.
This is so ugly.
It's like leaving a last word... It's obviously not the case.
Just wanted to say something.
It should be said calmly, indifferently, to the father who has no feelings and rarely sees——
"I'm going out and probably won't be back."
It's just a matter of this level.
That's all.
This father-daughter relationship is really nothing more than that.
This relationship, which was once resentful, is now rejoicing.
But... why...
"Where are you now?"
The voice on the other side of the phone was no longer indifferent.
Instead, there was a trace of anxiety and urgency.
"Tell me, Qianqiu, where are you now?"
"Is it in Uehara's apartment? Answer quickly!"
Hearing such a question, the girl subconsciously responded.
"Stay there, I'll be there right away."
After these words, the phone hung up.
Qian Qiu was stunned, and it took a while to react.
"dad… "
Wakaba Mahiro left behind the important affairs he was dealing with, and drove to his destination as quickly as possible.
His face was expressionless, his glasses flashed sharply, and he drove the car towards Uehara's apartment on the shortest route. The speed of the car was dangerously on the verge of violating regulations and almost causing a traffic accident!
He knew exactly where Uehara's apartment was and how to get there.
Qianqiu didn't know that since she lived in Uehara's apartment, Zhenhong drove to the neighborhood more than once, but never visited her.
He knew she was doing well there, and that was enough.
He doesn't want to see his daughter, but it's not that he doesn't care about her.
He is an incompetent father...but no matter how incompetent he is, he is still a father!
He rushed to the vicinity of the apartment, parked the car, got out of the car, and walked quickly without even locking the car.
I met Qianqiu.
Zhenhong walked towards her quickly, the surging emotions in his heart climbed to the peak, and he raised his right hand—
Snapped!
A loud slap hit the girl's face.
"What stupid things did you just say! Bastard!!"
Anger... and other emotions that even Zhenhong himself couldn't explain clearly were contained in this curse.
The famous painter's expression at the moment is angry, but also sad, regretful, and helpless...
"Father..." Qianqiu covered his face and looked at him.
When was the last time your father beat you like this
No memory at all.
This is the first time.
For the first time, she was beaten and scolded by him like this.
Mahiro stared deeply at his daughter.
Before he could react rationally, his body moved by itself, and he slowly reached out and hugged her.
"Qianqiu..."
"sorry… "
(end of this chapter)