"dad?"
"Um."
Liang Bosheng was still standing at the gate with his usual gentle look. He didn't say much and just walked straight into the yard.
Liang Xiaoxiao followed behind with confusion, and looked up at the slightly dark sky.
It's about five o'clock now, right?
What's her father?
Liang Xiaoxiao thought that Liang Bosheng might have come here to see her and Bi Tielin, her face flushed slightly, and she followed behind Liang Bosheng and explained in a low voice:
"Dad, I'm home alone."
Liang Bosheng stopped, and now it was his turn to be confused:
"Um?"
The father and daughter entered the small kitchen one after the other.
Liang Xiaoxiao pointed to the unfinished meat porridge and pickles on the stove:
"Bi Yue and her brother are injured. So-and-so...so-and-so is in the hospital. I'm staying home and cooking and stuff."
Home?
When Liang Bosheng heard this word, he felt very uncomfortable.
He glanced at the small pot sitting on the stove, pointed at it and asked, "Did you make all this? You don't know how to cook, do you?"
Liang Xiaoxiao didn't answer.
There is no such thing as whether or not, only whether you are pushed to that point.
She quickly scooped the still steaming porridge into the thermos, spoonful by spoonful.
"How did you get injured? Is it serious?"
Since when did he have to exchange some pleasantries with his daughter before talking to her?
Liang Bosheng took off his gloves and turned his head to look at the living room through the door curtain.
"Um... Bi Yue and Bi Cheng went to Moscow to buy leather jackets. Last time, didn't my uncle tell you about doing something for my classmates? He was helping them get passports. We're on vacation again, and who would have thought they'd run into a robber? It's pretty unlucky, but luckily they only have minor injuries. They'll have to take care of themselves."
Liang Xiaoxiao spoke directly and frankly, which made Liang Bosheng open his eyes slightly and be stunned.
Two seconds later, he realized what was happening. Liang Bosheng even shook his head inwardly.
No wonder a rural child now lives in a courtyard house, and that little bastard drives a car and speaks nonsense!
No. From now on, I have to have less contact with Bi Yue!
This family is very different from Xiaoxiao's growing environment, behavior, and interpersonal relationships.
But Liang Baisheng's expression did not change. He looked at his eldest daughter clumsily filling the porridge, and simply stepped forward to take the small iron pot. He nodded his chin at the rice bowl, meaning that Liang Xiaoxiao should let go and he would pour it directly in.
Liang Xiaoxiao stuffed food into her pocket with her heart pounding. Liang Bosheng had already pretended to glance at her casually several times.
"You can go home in two days."
Without Bi Tielin, Liang Xiaoxiao lost her confidence.
Go home? She didn't want to, but she didn't dare to refuse outright.
"If it's just a superficial wound, I guess they'll be done with it in a couple of days. Xiaoxiao? Listen to Dad. I'm a grown-up girl, not a relative. The New Year is almost here, so I have to go home!"
Liang Bosheng looked at his daughter's hands pausing as she sorted the net bag and sighed inwardly:
"Don't you miss your grandparents? Dad can bring them over, or I can try to take some time off since the work isn't so busy at the end of the year, and we can go over there?"
The obedient Liang Xiaoxiao softened her heart.
Regardless of whether it's true or not, just for the promise that I would accompany her to visit her grandparents in the south:
"Yeah. Wait until Bi Yue is better. Now that two people are in the hospital, I'm really too busy. I can still run errands here."
Not only did Liang Xiaoxiao feel soft-hearted, her daughter became obedient and sensible again. At this moment, Liang Bosheng's heart also felt sore and soft. He took the lead and walked towards the door:
"Xiaoxiao, Dad is getting a divorce, so I guess he'll be very busy these next couple of days..."
Liang Xiaoxiao was so shocked that she turned her head to look at the tall figure, and was startled by the sound of the rice bowl in her hand falling to the ground.
"Is she burned? Ah?" Liang Bosheng quickly squatted down to check, and directly knocked his daughter's slippers off with his hands. He looked up with a worried look on his face and asked again:
"You kid! Are you burned?"
"What did you say?" Liang Xiaoxiao asked again in disbelief.
Liang Bosheng's back froze for a moment, and he stood up stiffly. When he looked up at his daughter again, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
"My dear, are you happy? From now on, it's just the two of us living together. You can arrange the furniture however you want. We can eat whatever we like at the appointed time. We don't like to cook at home. We can have oil tea noodles with pancakes in the morning like we did a few years ago, and go to the park in the evening..."
It was a great image, especially coming from her father's mouth.
Liang Xiaoxiao's eyes were filled with mist, but she shook her head vigorously and choked up:
"Why bother? Dad, I'm twenty years old now, there's no need." She finally understood why her father came so early in the morning.
Liang Xiaoxiao could tell from the casual tone that what her father said was true.
Liang Bosheng's smile widened, and he looked soothing:
"Why are you crying? You should be happy. Everything is back on track. Well! It's just that your brother's situation is still an unknown. Xiaoxiao, you will be the boss by then, you..."
"Dad! I'm not happy!" Liang Xiaoxiao suddenly interrupted and shouted.
She and Liang Bosheng looked each other in the eye, their serious expressions also revealing confusion:
“It’s strange. I’m not happy!
I thought I would be happy, no wonder you thought I was happy, because I had thought about it and hoped for it countless times.
From the day you started dating her in middle school, I wanted to ruin your relationship. I used the excuse of not studying hard to force you to give up on her.
I feel more pitiful than anyone else.
Why should I live with a stranger? If I had been more cooperative and easier to talk to, maybe you would have let me call her mom.
Even if she is just an aunt, I don't want to call her that.
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