Xu Le originally wanted to say that he grew up with the uncle, but who would have thought that it would turn into such an awkward narrative.
On the warship, he had once told his story to Jian Shui'er while drinking red wine. However, he wasn't someone who was good at telling stories, especially since the story he was going to tell today was related to Jian Shui 'er. He was deeply immersed in his own life and memories, so when he looked at the shocked beautiful girl in the chair and saw her tightly clutching the edge of her bathrobe, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.
How did the story begin? He could guess why the uncle abandoned his own flesh and blood, but he did not know whether he should tell her or not. Should he say that when they were in Donglin, the uncle would go to the sanatorium every week to visit prostitutes while he was in charge of paying the bill? Or should he say that when the uncle was in a good mood, he would take him to sit in the repair shop on Xianglan Avenue and admire the white and tender thighs of the policewomen in short skirts and boots through the floor-to-ceiling glass window?
Let's start with the heavy repair tools behind the uncle's butt. Those seemingly simple tools such as the star shaped screwdriver were like a string of proud wind chimes, constantly colliding with the uncle's sturdy and proud butt, producing a proud and crisp sound on the other side of the deserted mine pit and the electronic wall.
Telling the uncle's story to Jian Shui'er was tantamount to letting Xu Le reminisce about his life in Donglin. He spoke more and more naturally and smoothly, and his slightly squinted eyes grew brighter under the sunlight. They were not tears, but reminiscence and sadness.
As he reminisced and narrated, Xu Le understood many things.
Why would the indifferent Uncle Feng Yu, who appeared to have experienced many vicissitudes of life, be so fanatical and obsessed with a national girl like the most ordinary people? Why would he hold a bottle of red wine every day and stare at the Federation's Channel 23 just to watch that TV series?
That was because he had left his own flesh and blood, and could not let his daughter grow up by his side. He could only silently pay attention to the little girl on the capital ring in this way, using it as a form of comfort and spiritual sustenance.
This kind of spiritual sustenance was extremely important to Feng Yu, so much so that after the Hexi Region Radio Management Committee temporarily stopped broadcasting Channel 23, the purple-haired girl's face disappeared from the TV screen. The uncle angrily ordered him to incite the Orphan Gang on Clock Tower Street to demonstrate.
As one of the most wanted criminals in the Federation, this kind of action was obviously not in line with his cautious style as he moved through The Glory Of The Charter … but it was in line with the anger of a father.
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The sea breeze blew gently, but it could not blow away the dry heat and stifling atmosphere under the parasol. During Xu Le's narration, Jian Shui 'er listened in silence. After the initial shock, her expression returned to that of a young girl's tranquility, as if the person Xu Le was describing had nothing to do with her. She didn't even ask any questions.
"Uncle … he had his own reasons for leaving you." Xu Le rubbed the frame of his sunglasses. He felt a little sad because of the girl's unusual silence. After some thought, he said in a low voice, "He has always been wanted by the Federation, so he couldn't have been with you as you grew up. When you were in Eastwood, he was actually always silently watching you. Although he never said it, I know he must have missed you a lot. "
Jian Shui 'er sat in the chair without moving. She had maintained this posture for too long, causing the back of her neck to feel a little numb. She suddenly took a deep breath and asked with a sweet smile, "Last time you told me that you escaped from Eastwood. You also said that you had an uncle who was killed … and that you couldn't take revenge. The uncle you were talking about … is it the one you are talking about right now? "
The storytelling took a long time, and it was already dusk.
The shadows under the parasol swayed slightly. The surface of the sea was quiet. Xu Le dared to look at the smile on her face and the cute dimples on her cheeks. He forced himself to raise his head and look into the distance with some confusion. However, his eyes were narrowed by the scorching sun that was gradually moving toward the horizon.
A girl who had lost her parents when she was young suddenly found out that in the past years, her father had lived on some declining planet in the universe. However, before she had the chance to be pleasantly surprised, she was forced to accept the fact that the father she had never met had long since died. What a cruel plot this was.
After a long silence, he opened his mouth with some difficulty and admitted, "Yes."
Jian Shui 'er didn't cry. She only furrowed her brows in an extremely pretty manner. She propped up her chin and looked at the sea that was rippling with thousands of golden threads. She was incomparably peaceful, and there was even a hint of a warm smile on her face. It was as if she was thinking about some profound but also very interesting philosophical question.
After a long time, she opened her eyes wide, blinked her eyelashes, and asked curiously, "Why is he wanted by the Federation? The old man never told me these things. He only said that he had died a long time ago. "
Xu Le replied, "Your father is the number one target of the Bureau of Proclamation."
He didn't know how much makeup had been applied on the history of the past or how many black clothes had been worn, but he didn't want to use things that he didn't know to explain anything for the uncle. This was the effect of the same pride in the different temperaments of the master and disciple in the mine.
A very simple explanation was better than thousands of explanations. The great The Glory Of The Charter had never made a mistake. Jian Shui 'er hugged her shoulders tightly, somewhat at a loss, and then smiled slightly with unknown emotions.
A moment later, she turned around and pursed her lips proudly. She raised her head to look at Xu Le behind the chair, who was using his distant eyes to hide the emotions in his heart. She asked, "It seems that the old man wanted you to come with me to the West Woods because he wanted to tell me this through your mouth."
The Federation's God of War, Li Pifu, was the most dazzling star in the universe. He was revered and worshipped by countless people. Even the royal family of the Empire, who wanted nothing more than to eat his flesh alive, would always have a trace of reverence when they mentioned him, in addition to hatred.
There were probably only two people in the universe who dared to call him "old man." The time when Xu Le had blurted it out in Qingcheng Prison didn't count. The only people who dared to call Li Pifu that way happened to be a father and daughter pair. Things like blood ties were really wonderful.
However, when Feng Yu mentioned his biological brother, he used the three words "old man" to express some kind of disdain and ridicule. Jian Shui 'er called him that, but it represented Li Pifu's unparalleled love for her and her affection for this old man.
"That might be one of the reasons," Xu Le replied.
Jian Shui 'er didn't ask any more questions. She turned her head and squinted her eyes to look at the sea. Her beautiful and petite face was filled with faint loneliness and sorrow.
She was the most adorable and well-liked national girl, but this didn't mean that she wasn't intelligent. In fact, the people from the Li family were either demons or monsters, or elves that had fallen into the human world.
Therefore, she didn't angrily ask the Li family why they watched as her father was wanted, wandered, and died. She also didn't painfully grab Xu Le's clothes and ask him to explain that her father wasn't a bad person, but rather someone who had been framed.
This kind of plot was a drama, not real life.
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"Thank you for telling me everything about my father. From your story, I can roughly imagine what kind of person he was."
Jian Shui 'er stood up from the chair and gently untied the belt of her bathrobe. She said softly, "In my imagination, his life must be a mess. You were so young back then, and you had to take care of him … I really can't imagine. "
Jian Shui 'er took off her bathrobe, turned her head, and looked at Xu Le with an extremely serious expression. She was wearing a dark blue swimsuit. It was a conservative one-piece swimsuit, but the close-fitting material exposed the girl's youthful and attractive curves.
"I'll give you a hug …" She walked forward and gently hugged Xu Le. Her tone was playful but extremely sincere. "Thank you for taking care of him for me in Dong Lin for so many years."
Feeling the warmth from his arms and smelling the faint orchid scent in his arms, Xu Le's body stiffened slightly. His emotions were slightly disturbed, but he didn't have any distracting thoughts. He only felt a trace of sadness as he thought of the days when he cooked for his uncle every day and paid for his prostitutes.
Jian Shui 'er left his embrace and laughed cheerfully as she ran towards the golden sea. The unpainted waves just now couldn't stop her. Her laughter was so clear on the quiet beach, like a round crystal that had been washed by the sea for hundreds of millions of years.
Xu Le knew why Jian Shui 'er could laugh so happily after hearing the story, but he liked to hear her laugh. They had been together for a long time, and the idol of his dreams was by his side, showing the truest side of her life. The girl's optimistic, cute, simple, and straightforward personality was like a magnet, deeply attracting him.
Telling a girl the story of her dead father was a very difficult job. Coupled with the sincere hug from Jian Shui 'er earlier, Xu Le felt a little hot and tired. He unbuttoned his black summer clothes and sat on the chair. He opened a bottle of water and slowly drank from it, but his gaze was always cautiously on the beach.
Jian Shui 'er, who was wearing a dark blue swimsuit, had already plunged into the sea like a nimble fish.
At this time, the sea was like a piece of raw ore. The surface of the sea was strands of gold, but under the surface was a peaceful and soft blue.
The young girl moved stealthily in the sea of blue. Her purple hair had long been swept up by the ripples of the water. She looked like an elf wearing a princess crown woven from water plants. Her slender legs were extremely tight, and from time to time, they would bounce, shining a fresh and attractive white in the sea of blue, like a naughty mermaid's tail.
She was very good at swimming, and her movements were extremely natural as she moved stealthily in the sea. Sometimes, she would dive into the white water at the bottom of the sea to pick up a shell, and sometimes, she would reach into the quiet sea to touch the bold thorned fish.
The blue was peaceful, and there was no worldly matter, no noise, that would disturb her heart and her emotions.
She laughed silently in the dark blue sea. Her incomparably beautiful face carried undisguised happiness. However, small droplets of water slipped out of her eyes from time to time and slowly rose to the surface of the sea. Under the illumination of the twilight that penetrated the sea, they were like pearls that kept pouring out.
In ancient fairy tales, the tears of a mermaid could not be seen because they mixed with the sea water when they flowed out. However, the tears that flowed out of her smile were so clear in this blue sea.
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