Chapter 489

After sending Jian Ran away, Xiao Qinghe came back and sat in the living room.

He stared fixedly at a certain place with complicated eyes, and after looking for a long time, he took a deep breath, and punched the coffee table hard, with anger in his eyes.

He was a son in vain, his father was seriously injured, and he was living outside. After so many years of life, he didn't know the situation at all.

If his father didn't take the initiative to find him this time, he might never know that his father is still alive in his whole life.

The father's figure was so tall and straight back then, the father's eyebrows were so high-spirited back then, and the father's body was full of righteousness back then...

However, these years, my father lived so humblely and without dignity...

Live like a human, live like a ghost... Even his own son couldn't recognize his father when he saw him.

Thinking of his father's suffering these years, Xiao Qinghe raised his hand and slapped himself on the face fiercely, hating himself for being so useless, his father suffered so many years outside, but he couldn't do anything.

One slap was not enough, Xiao Qinghe slapped himself twice again, as if this would make him feel better.

After a long time, Xiao Qinghe slowly got up and walked to the study.

When he reached the door of the study, he raised his hand to hold the doorknob, and when he was twisting it, he suddenly stopped the movement of his hand.

He raised his head and took a deep breath, trying to calm down his inner emotions. He didn't turn the doorknob until he felt that he could face the people in the study with a normal state of mind.

After opening the door, his gaze immediately fell on the desk in the study.

Sitting in front of his desk was a man whose hair was half white and had obvious burn marks on his face. His facial scars were so serious that it was almost impossible to recognize his original appearance.

Not only his face was burned, but his back was also hunched, and he was tall and thin. He looked like he was in his eighties or nineties, as if he had gone through countless vicissitudes to become what he is today.

However, his real age is not yet sixty years old, and the years have left too many marks on his body, which makes him look decades old.

"dad--"

It couldn't be a simpler word, but it almost exhausted Xiao Qinghe's whole body's strength to shout such a simple word.

But his shout did not get a response from the elderly man. His eyes were fixed on the computer screen, and he blinked lightly for several seconds.

Xiao Qinghe didn't call him again, but walked slowly to his side, looking at the computer screen on the desk.

What is displayed on the screen is Jian Ran, and Jian Ran's frown, smile, and every move are clearly played back.

Before Jian Ran came, Xiao Qinghe installed a surveillance camera in the living room. The purpose was to record every bit of her today, so that their father could see her at any time when he missed her.

After watching it with Xiao Yuanfeng for a long time, Xiao Qinghe resisted the pain in his heart, and tried to say: "Dad, you have been watching it for a long time, let's pause first and watch it after a while, okay?"

"Of course it's my daughter..." Xiao Yuanfeng seemed not to have heard Xiao Qinghe's words, pointing to Jian Ran on the display screen, and said with a smile, "Look, her eyes are very similar to her mother's, but Her eyebrows look like mine."

"Not only the eyebrows are like you, but many places are like you." Xiao Qinghe smiled helplessly, and said along with his father.

Jian Ran was born in Jian's family and grew up in Jian's parents. Their father was unable to hug his child from the time Jian Ran was born to when he disappeared.

For this child, Xiao Yuanfeng didn't watch her being born, didn't grow up with her, and she was born to his beloved. The two of them, mother and daughter, have suffered so much over the years, so naturally he loves her more than More towards Xiao Qinghe.

As the two talked, tears rolled down from the corners of Xiao Yuanfeng's eyes, one drop after another, blurring his eyes.

His eyes couldn't see Jian Ran clearly on the computer screen, but he could see very clearly in his heart that his daughter had many similarities with him.

"Dad, don't do this. You have come back to us, and you can see Ranran and me anytime in the future." Xiao Qinghe looked at his father, and every time he looked at his father's face, his heart tightened one cent.

Especially when seeing his father's tears, Xiao Qinghe couldn't bear it anymore, his anger gushed out like a flood, but he couldn't find a place to vent it.

Shen Yuan, who caused his father to become like this, is dead, and they can no longer vent their anger on Qin Xiaobao, who had nothing to do with that incident back then.

Xiao Yuanfeng didn't speak, but he was tearful, as if he wanted to shed the tears he had endured for more than twenty years this time.

"Dad——" Xiao Qinghe called his father, trying to persuade him not to cry, but he didn't know how to persuade him.

The father has always been thinking about the daughter he has never held in his arms.

During these days, he could only look at Jian Ran from afar, and call to hear her voice.

It is understandable for Xiao Qinghe to see his daughter so close today, hear her voice, and his father's excitement.

"Of course—" Xiao Yuanfeng wiped away tears, touched the computer screen with trembling hands, and put his palms on Jian Ran's face.

It was obviously a cold computer screen, and the moment it touched Jian Ran's cheek, Xiao Yuanfeng seemed to be able to feel Jian Ran's temperature.

He burst into tears with excitement: "She is my daughter, she is my daughter, she is my daughter, she is my child..."

He kept repeating this sentence, and every time he bit a word, his lips trembled slightly.

"Dad—" Xiao Qinghe really didn't know what else to say besides calling him Dad.

For the past twenty or so years, his father had lived a life of darkness, and he wished he could take the sufferings his father had suffered for his father.

"Qinghe, do you think you will recognize me as a father?" Xiao Yuanfeng withdrew his hands as if frightened, and covered his face with his hands, "No, no, no... I can't let her see me like this, I can't scare her."

Xiao Qinghe rushed forward and grabbed Xiao Yuanfeng's hands, and said heavily: "Dad, don't do this. You heard it just now, but you said it, no matter what you become, you are her father, and she will never I don't recognize you."

"No, I don't want to scare her. You don't want her to know my existence." Xiao Yuanfeng looked around, pushed Xiao Qinghe away and hid under the desk, "Don't let her find me, I don't want him to find me .”

Xiao Qinghe knelt down, took Xiao Yuanfeng's hand, and comforted him: "Dad, Jian Ran is your biological daughter and my biological sister. I know her better than you. She longs for family affection."