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In a rather small room, empty bottles could be seen everywhere, and no one was interested in them. In contrast to the clothes and socks that were casually draped over the chair, it could be described as "messy".

There was obviously no one in charge of the house, and it was also clear that this was an old man in his thirties who was not yet married, and that he liked to drink very much.

Father Gu lay on the sofa and kicked the bottle beside his feet. The bottle rolled on the floor for a foot before crashing into the foot of the tea table. He stopped with a 'bang' and the surroundings returned to dead silence.

For some reason, Father Gu's heart surgery a few years ago began to hurt again today. Drinking alcohol could not numb the throbbing pain, and it was useless even if he took medicine.

Gu Mo didn't come back yesterday. He seemed to be saying he would come back last night.

Father Gu pressed his forehead with his somewhat tanned hand. He felt a headache coming on, and it was all his fault that he hadn't noticed what he had said the day before when he was too busy watching TV. It was as if the only thing that remained in his memory was that bright and beautiful smile.

If not for the uneasiness in his heart rising up to his heart, his father would still be staying in this deathly silent room.

He got up and walked into Gu Mo's room. He first walked around the room. It was the same as it was a few years ago. It was a very brief introduction. The only difference was that there was a stack of white paper on his desk, which had once been a piece of junk. It looked like it had been written for several pages. The corner of the paper was slightly curled up. It was obvious that it was often flipped through by someone.

Father Gu walked over and picked it up with his hand. He squinted his cloudy eyes and took a good look at the contents of the paper.

"He spoke to me …"

"He said he likes me …"

"He said he wanted to take me out …"

On that clean and white piece of paper, there were only three sentences, and those words were all written in a soft and gentle style. It could be seen how happy and uneasy the person who wrote them was.

It was just these three sentences, but after seeing the human nature of Father Gu's words, he immediately understood. So Gu Mo actually had someone he liked, and was even with someone he liked. How great.

Father Gu turned the page back with gratification. The correct words were all "Warranty Hidden Leaf". From the looks of it, these were all words. Gu Mo should have written it more than a hundred times, as if it was engraved deeply in his heart.

Father Gu watched on with deep concern. He had just gone to that school for a week, who would be so kind to Gu Mo? Gu Mo became deeply reliant on him. Whether this relationship was good or bad for Gu Mo.

The window in front of Gu Mo's desk was not closed. A gust of wind blew past, causing the hair on his body to stand on end.

Father Gu placed the piece of paper on the stage, exactly the same as it was at the beginning. No one had touched it. Father Gu walked out of Gu Mo's room and lightly closed the door.

He sighed at the mess of the house, and remembered how Gummer had stood in this room a few years ago and said to him, "Dad, I don't like women."

The young man stood in front of him and said softly that this was the first time he called him father since he adopted him. Before he had even gotten over the joy of calling him father, he suddenly realized the latter half of the sentence.

Don't like women? That's like a man? Like men?

Father Gu stared blankly at him for a few seconds. In the end, he could only raise his hand in an attempt to pat his shoulder, but was stopped by the evasive look in his eyes.

In the end, all of his words were precipitated by the hand that had yet to lift him up.

He only smiled and said amiably, "I'm fine."

With a simple sentence, he had slowly pulled the invisible barrier in.