Chapter 445 (1/2)

Lu Yao pushes open the door of the room. Lu Fu, who is in a daze at the window sill, slowly turns his head.

His eyes were empty, and it was not easy to focus. He saw the woman standing at the door against the light. He drew up a pale smile and waved to her, ”Yao Yao, come back...”

Lu Yao gently took the door, walked to his father's side, stood at a distance of one meter, naively responded: ”well, I'm back.”

There is a lamp on the desk on the windowsill. The white light hits the old man's face, which makes his face full of gullies and looks old.

The old man tried to turn the wheelchair, but because of his weak strength, he tried his best to push the table behind him. He managed to turn the wheelchair a little bit and brought down the books lying on the table.

Lu Yao clenched her fists tightly and her eyes glistened, but she tried to hold back and didn't go forward to help. She was dumb and shocked, not knowing when her father had become what she is now.

In retrospect, she has not stepped into this room for a long time, and has not sat opposite her father for a long time.

She can't use busy work as an excuse. From the bottom of her heart, she is escaping from such a picture. She doesn't know for what reason, like being dominated by the fear hovering in a corner.

Lu Yao bent down to pick up the book on the ground, opened the cover page and laughed, ”you are still reading this book on system law.”

She finished, patted the dust on the book, spread it flat and put it back on the table.

Lu's father laughed at his speech. His smile was clear, like a child who was not familiar with the world. ”I can't remember. When I'm awake, I'll turn it out. But now I can't see the words clearly.”

The old man said, suddenly a little embarrassed, staring at the finger in front of the body. He clasped his hands and curled his fingers together as if he were nervous.

Lu Yao sat down at the corner of the bed, reached out and firmly grasped his fingers. Suddenly, he felt that his throat was very astringent, ”Dad...”

”Did I do something wrong again?” Lu Fu's eyes were terrified, but he took Lu Yao's hand. After silence for a long time, he slowly vomited out a turbid breath. ”Yao Yao, dad doesn't want to involve you any more. It's too tired to live like this.”

”What are you talking about, Dad.” Lu Yao lowered her head, and her tears fell on her long windbreaker. ”Don't think about it. You can't be wronged if you have my mother and I here.”

She didn't know what to say. The eloquent woman, at this moment, all her words were pale and powerless.

Lu's father listened, but he slowly hooked the corner of his lips. He looked up at the calendar hanging on the wall, and his eyes gathered around somewhere. ”Yao Yao, Dad, there is one more thing for you. Your aunt Mushan's death day is after the new year's day. I hope you can make time to worship for me again. If you can, every year in the future...”

He suddenly pursed his lips. Some of them couldn't speak. He knew that it was difficult for Lu Yao.

”It's me that Mu Ming wants to revenge. Mu Shan's death has something to do with me...” As his throat rolled up and down, Lu Fu withdrew the hand curled up in front of him and said, ”Yao Yao, if you are in a dilemma, I can understand.”

”I see, Dad.” Lu Yao saw through her father's cautious mood, which really hurt her, ”I will go, you can rest assured.”

Lu Yao has no intention to explore the past disputes between mu Shan and her father. She knows that old friends go and there is no need to mention the old things.

”Don't tell your mother about it.” Lu Fu solemnly wrung his eyebrows, as if to warn. As soon as the sound of the words fell, the door was knocked.

Lu's mother pushed the door in and looked at it against the light.

Then listen to the sound of slippers rubbing the floor, close to see her hand holding a bowl of soup, the thick aroma of the air. Lu Yao consciously sat down beside her and let her father's nearest seat out.

Lu's mother took the soup, blowing the heat while sitting next to Lu Fu, ”you don't eat much at night. Drink a bowl of soup.”

A gust of hot air rushed to Lu Fu's face with a thick fragrance. The old man frowned and pouted, ”what soup is this?”

”Pig liver soup.” The spoon banged against the rice bowl and made a few crisp noises. Lu's mother held it up and almost reached Lu Fu's lips. ”You didn't want to drink it some time ago. It was specially cooked for you.”