"My work is really boring, isn't it Li Mo?"
Xuan Ye pulled the scarf over her mouth, hiding her cheeks that were slightly red from the cold.
"really."
Li Mo nodded in agreement.
"Ah, you can't even comfort me? Your emotional intelligence is too low."
“Being able to tell the truth when it’s time to tell the truth is a sign of high emotional intelligence.”
"you--"
Xuan Ye puffed out her cheeks and stared at Li Mo, and Li Mo stared back, and the two of them faced off silently.
After a long time, Xuan Ye sighed as if surrendering:
"Yes, after all, they are just a boring father and daughter."
"That's not necessarily the case," Li Mo looked at Xuan Ye's eyes swaying in the morning light: "Just knowing the result in advance made the process a bit boring."
"Ah, has that old man finished telling you?"
"Yes or no, I must have said a lot."
Li Mo shrugged his shoulders and expressed his helplessness.
"It's really too much. Dad has never been so talkative to me. I'm obviously his biological daughter."
"Is it jealousy?" Li Mo asked.
"It's sympathy," Xuan Ye replied: "That old man is really quite tolerable, right?"
"He has a bad temper and doesn't know how to be polite."
"He looks so fierce, and he doesn't care about hygiene."
"I can't speak at all, I don't know how to be considerate of girls, I'm irresponsible, and my feet are smelly."
“Littering everywhere, not knowing how to cook, and having dirty clothes that last weeks.”
"He has a stubborn temper and an arrogant temperament. He is long-winded but can only tell one story. His feet are also very smelly."
...
Xuan Ye kept talking bad things about the old man.
As if he wanted to say all the bad things he had known in his life in one breath, such a bad attitude seemed to be in response to Li Mo's belief that the old man was of no importance in Xuan Yeli.
"I talk about boring dreams about dragons and phoenixes all day long. Even at such an old age, I am still so boring. It makes me laugh."
"He is really annoying."
"It's all like that and yet..."
"enough!"
The irritability that had been building up all night finally broke out.
He shouted in a completely different manner than his usual impression.
"It's...enough. If you really hate him so much, why are you crying so sadly."
Li Mo lowered his head and looked at Xuan Ye. The girl in front of him was clenching her teeth tightly. Her face was wrinkled with tears and smiles, and tears kept falling on her face.
Then, Xuan Ye choked several times before answering in a trembling voice:
"I thought I could escape by blindfolding my eyes and plugging my ears, but...but..."
"Thank you for holding on till now."
Li Mo gritted his teeth and squeezed out such a comment.
"Ten minutes will be enough. Can I be a little coquettish during this time?"
Li Mo didn't answer, just nodded vigorously.
"From the end..."
Xuan Ye called Li Mo's name with a trembling voice.
"I'm the only one left."
The tears that no longer needed to be concealed shone in the increasingly full morning light.
The burning tears made Xuanye's knees no longer able to support the weight of her body. She fell to her knees, but she still held the small box in her arms tightly, but this small box could not return her thoughts and warmth.
"I'm sorry, Dad."
"sorry Sorry sorry......"
Xuan Ye repeated her weak apology again and again.
no......
He doesn't want you to apologize.
"Please don't leave me alone, please, don't leave me alone again..."
In front of her father, Xuan Ye cried like a childish girl.
no......
He has never abandoned you.
"You, stop crying."
Li Mo gently stroked Xuan Ye's tear-filled cheeks with his burned palms.
Her bright red eyes were as gentle as holding the whole world inside.
"Obviously he is already an excellent adult, but he still cries like a child."
Xuan Ye raised her head in surprise. At that moment, she seemed to see the shadow of her father in Li Mo. It was the warmth of a father and what his father would say.
"Even if he can't see it, he still wants you to be happy, so don't cry."
"Dad, he is good at everything, but there is only one bad thing. He is a hero. A hero always says what he says. A hero can't admit defeat yet, but who can always do everything, who can Will you never admit defeat?"
Xuan Ye smiled faintly at Li Mo.
"But just because you know all this and still move forward wholeheartedly, isn't that what you are called a hero?"
"But, is a person like me worthy of risking his own life to become a hero?"
"You just accidentally dropped a spark, but you don't know how brightly this little spark illuminates his world. Because of your vision, he is so unhesitating and awe-inspiring, because His love exists only because of you.”
Li Mo wiped away the last tear from the corner of Xuan Ye's eyes with his fingertips.
"I used to hate him and said bad things about him in front of others. I don't know why some people regard him as a hero."
"What now?" Xuan Ye asked.
"At that time, he tried his best to protect me. Now I finally understand your thoughts," Li Mo smiled, "In the future, when you are sad, just look back and see what he said. Yi Xing must still be guarding you silently, you are never alone, so show up with courage, Xuan Ye."
In Li Mo's eyes, the ones that bid farewell to her father for the last time, Xuan Ye seemed to be able to see the father who burst into tears because of her, the father who secretly looked at her portrait at night and missed her silently.
"Huh, hehe."
A slight smile appeared on Xuan Ye's lips.
She suddenly stood up and stepped on the edge of the cliff. Her gray hair bloomed in the morning wind, and the out-of-season scarf was blown to the sky. Xuan Ye took a deep breath and roared desperately. Voice: "Smelly dad, can you protect me for the last time!!!"
"Oh, I'm really jealous."
"It's sympathy."
Xuan Ye stuck out her tongue at Li Mo.
"Go back, it's so stupid to stand here and talk."
"Wait a minute," Xuan Ye's mouth opened and closed several times before she made a sound, as if she had made up her mind silently: "I want to keep dad here."
"What do you mean?" Li Mo asked.
"This is the highest mountaintop in the forest. Here he can always look at the land he loves most. He and the people who will also sleep here will guard it together again."
"Doesn't it matter?"
It turns out that she came here for this purpose in the first place.
"Well, it doesn't matter, I am already a mother, and I should learn to step out of my father's side to protect others."
"Yeah."
Li Mo won't say anything more.
hehe.
It seems that I am still too arrogant, and I am still thinking about helping her without overestimating my abilities.
In fact, she didn't need to comfort herself at all, her heart had already been redeemed by someone.
"Ah, talk about it!"
Xuan Ye, who had buried the good old man, stood up and made a fuss at Li Mo.
"What happened again?" Li Mo asked.
"Before, as soon as I entered the forest, a group of glowing little flies would push me out. It was your fault, Li Mo!"
"What a little fly, that's a tiny elf!" Li Mo said angrily, "But whether I should say it or not, it was indeed me who did it..."
"You bastard, you made me not even see my father for the last time!" Xuan Ye clenched her fists so hard, "I'm going to punch you!"
What an unreasonable woman!
but......
"bring it on!"
Li Mo opened his arms and closed his eyes to show that he would not resist.
Da da da--
It was the sound of sprinting across the grass.
But what came next was not severe pain, but a very warm touch.
Li Mo opened his eyes, and Xuan Ye was hugging her tightly. She buried her face deeply in Li Mo's arms: "Thank you, Li Mo."
The next moment, she gently let go of her hand and smiled reluctantly at Li Mo.
"Okay! Cheer up and get ready to get the child back! Follow me!"
After Xuan Ye patted her cheek hard, she returned to her original appearance. She left Li Mo and ran down the mountain as if running away.
Really, who is he?
Li Mo turned around and looked at the place where the old man was buried.
The small yellow flowers and the scenery that I walked with the old man in the past few days bloomed quietly beside the tomb.
Old man, you said that people cannot use words to convey things that others have not felt.
But if it is something that you feel the same way, can it be conveyed easily?
Old man, you always talk about how terrible your life is, full of countless regrets and regrets, and in the end you just walk through this life in a daze.
Who is not like this?
But if this life full of regrets and regrets can sparkle in someone's eyes, then that will be enough.
farewell,
Old man.
Your life is precious.
