The emperor's favorite useless concubine

Chapter 299 There Are Always So Many Clues
The night fog was getting thicker, and she could hardly see the road under her feet. Relying on her familiarity with this area, she groped all the way and walked towards the mountain forest with difficulty.

Finally, when he reached the place where Pei Ruochen usually picked herbs, there were indeed faint voices in front of him. Xiaokui was overjoyed and was about to exhale when she heard a strange voice saying, "They're back."

"Is she okay?" It was Pei Ruochen who asked back.

Xiaokui knew that the word 'she' must be a woman.

It's just because when daddy said that word, there was a lingering feeling on the tip of his tongue. If it was a man, how could he have such a thousand thoughts?
"Mother is very good." The other person replied politely: "They originally wanted to come in person, but Yan Kingdom had something important to do, so they turned back."

"It's been 15 years..." Pei Ruochen sighed softly, and the text disappeared.

"Sister, how are you?" that person - He Lanxin asked.

"Xiaokui is fine, and it's time for her to return to her parents." Pei Ruochen replied, "It's just that she has always believed that I am her father these years, my lord... Please be considerate when He Lanxue explains to her."

"Sir, won't I go to see Dad with me? They always talk about you, and they only want to see you." He Lanxin warmly invited.

He had come down to look for Helan Tian'an who had slipped down the hillside, but unexpectedly ran into Pei Ruochen who was picking herbs.

The exact same appearance as Xiaokui made Pei Ruochen call out 'Xiaokui' by mistake.

So, there was an in-depth discussion.

Knowing that Tian'an was safe, He Lanxin not only breathed a sigh of relief, but after explaining her identity, she also learned that the seemingly weak uncle in front of her was the Pei Ruochen her mother was talking about.

Compared with the modest gentleman in his mother's memory, who was as gentle as jade and handsome and unparalleled, He Lanxin only felt that he had experienced a lot of vicissitudes than his father, He Lanxue.

That's right, He Lanxue stopped for 15 years, but he spent 15 years sleeping in the open.

It's just that his eyebrows are clear and his words are gentle, which can vaguely outline his outstanding demeanor back then.

"I won't see them anymore." Pei Ruochen smiled.

"Why? Isn't Mr. Pei a close friend of your parents?" He Lanxin asked in surprise.

"Seeing each other is better than not seeing each other." Pei Ruochen said lightly, and then coughed a few more times.

Xiaokui's heart tightened when she heard this, but she could only cover her mouth, not refusing to let out a sound.

"Then what's your plan, Mister?" He Lanxin simply didn't ask anymore. The affairs of the previous generation were complicated, and he never liked to get to the bottom of it.

"Come where you came from, go back where you came from, why bother to plan." Pei Ruochen said it easily, but there was regret in his words.

The father-daughter relationship with Xiaokui for 15 years is now broken up as soon as it is said, and I can't bear it.

However, at the end of life, it is a breakup after all.

"She should still be in the house, you can go find her. Speak slowly, don't scare her." Pei Ruochen said, then walked deeper into the thick fog.

Xiaokui couldn't hide anymore, jumped out from the hiding place, looked at his figure, and shouted, "Daddy!"

Pei Ruochen turned to look at her.

The fog was hazy, and she couldn't see his expression clearly.

"Daddy, don't leave Xiaokui." She yelled, begging pitifully, since she was a child, she has never been so afraid.

Pei Ruochen smiled at her, but she couldn't see it.

Then he turned and left.

"Daddy, in fact, I—I, I don't mind if you are my real father, I—" The girl looked at his thin and resolute back in fear, the sentence was not clear, but it lingered in her heart for so long but always The words that had never been put into the mouth almost rushed out of the throat, but in the end, they were not uttered.

I like you.

Ever since I knew you were not my biological father, I have cared deeply for you with the first love of a 13-year-old girl.

——How can I not like you!

Some things, if you don't have the courage to say them then, never need to be said.

It is buried in the heart, sprouts in the heart, grows in the heart, flourishes in the heart, then withers in the heart, and rots in the heart.

Xiaokui wanted to run towards him, but He Lanxin grabbed his arm.

"Sister." He Lanxin called her a little hesitantly, "You still have us."

After this entanglement, Pei Ruochen quickly disappeared to the end of the forest, never to be seen again.

"...I don't understand how he could be so cruel, he just left without saying hello." Xiaokui felt empty and unreal, she leaned softly on He Lanxin's firm arm, and murmured muttered.

"Sometimes, it's better to leave than to meet." He Lanxin dragged out a sentence, then spread his hands, and said lazily: "The old people's arguments are always very strange."

If it's him, we can see each other, and see each other.

Xiaokui didn't respond, but just stared blankly at the direction where he disappeared, feeling that her world had fallen apart and was no longer complete.

Over the years, Pei Ruochen has traveled to many places.

Sometimes I stay in a hotel, sometimes I stay in a friendly villager's house, and sometimes I sit on the ground under the curtain, resting on the ground and looking up at the stars.

At the beginning, he always thought of Xiaokui.

Thinking about how she grew up slowly from a small one.Thinking of the bun she made herself for the first time, which was funny but cute; thinking of her panic and embarrassment during her first menarche; thinking of the soup she cooked every day and the meat buried in his meal; thinking of She is always unstoppable and energetic.

Those days were hard, like digging out something vital from my own life.

However, over time, when longing becomes a habit, it becomes indifferent.

He is always lost, lost or discarded.In the end, there is nothing left to let go.So indifferent.

At least there are memories.

He has been walking, and occasionally when he has a severe cough, he will stop for a few days, or be in a daze or make a post, and sometimes write couplets for the villagers and letters for their relatives far away.

He climbed many mountains and waded through many waters. He saw a magnificent woman in a valley. She said that she used to be called Rongxiu. Rongxiu lived in a thatched hut. One word, Chun.

(End of this chapter)