Chapter 120 "You said my biological father" When Deng Si'er heard what Mo Lidao said, he didn't act as exaggerated as usual.
He sat steadily on the edge of the bed, almost motionless, and looked at Mo Lidao, but his eyes were very different.
Perhaps it was because it was related to Deng Si'er's own biological father.
In the past month or so, he had heard too many rumors and rumors, and it seemed that even Deng Si'er himself had lost the ability to distinguish them.
After Mo Lidao finished speaking, he saw that Deng Si'er didn't show a normal expression of surprise at all.
He was slightly startled and said softly with some doubts: "Deng Si'er, I mean, your father and I are old acquaintances."
Deng Si'er nodded, but lowered his eyes and asked calmly: "Don't be so black-faced, do you know Uncle Jing?"
Mo Lidao listened to Deng Si'er's tone with almost no fluctuation.
He didn't know why Deng Si'er suddenly asked him this question, but he still answered: "I have never seen this person before, but I was a little confused when you and Zuo Chi both called him Uncle Jing."
Mo Lidao knew how Deng Si'er viewed Chu Jing in his heart.
From his previous conversations with Zuo Chi and Chu Jing, Mo Lidao had already understood that Chu Jing was not his old friend, but he pretended to be Chu Jingzhi.
The name must have its purpose, but Deng Si'er Mo Lidao knew very well that Deng Si'er might have doubts about this matter, but he didn't know clearly.
Therefore, Mo Lidao just said a few words vaguely, after all, Deng Si'er would ask such a question.
It means that Deng Si'er must have noticed it himself.
Deng Si'er seemed to lower his head when he heard the sound.
He didn't know what he was thinking at this time.
Mo Lidao's words had clearly shown his attitude towards Chu Jing.
Although Mo Lidao didn't know whether Chu Jing cared about Zuo Chi and Deng Si'er, he also didn't know why Zuo Chi, who knew everything, still treated Chu Jing like a close friend.
"Oh, it turns out you don't know Uncle Jing," Deng Si'er suddenly said calmly at this time.
"Deng Si'er, your father and I were originally" "etc" Seeing Deng Si'er looking like this, Mo Lidao was about to tell Deng Si'er how he and His Highness the King of Yue met and interacted.
But before he could say anything, he was suddenly interrupted by Deng Si'er.
"Deng Si'er, you don't want to know about your biological father," Mo Lidao asked.
Deng Si'er shook his head gently, with a depth different from that of his age, and then heard Deng Si'er slowly say: "No black face, who is my biological father?
What kind of identity does he have?
For me, it is something that I don't care about.
No matter what the reason is, after he abandoned me at the door of Deng's house By that time, we had already lost contact.”
"What are you talking about?
He is your biological father."
Mo Heilian was startled when he heard this and didn't understand why Deng Si'er said that.
In this big world, is there anyone who doesn’t want to recognize his biological father whom he has never met?
Deng Si'er tilted his head slightly and said calmly:
"Maybe there is still a trace of connection between us.
But in my heart, that connection can only be blood."
"Isn't it enough that it can only be blood?"
Mo Lidao asked even more puzzled.
"Yes, it can only be blood, nothing else.
I don't know where he is now, whether he is alive or dead.
If one day, he suddenly comes back and appears in front of me, I will not deny it.
He is a father, but we all know that he will never come back."
Deng Si'er leaned on the edge of the bed and gently tapped the pillar at the head of the bed with his head.
The sound made the atmosphere in the whole room become even more depressed.
Mo Lidao sighed and said: "Since you know, why are you still treating him?"
Deng Si'er had gently closed his eyes and leaned against the pillar at the head of the bed.
His voice sounded tired, as if he didn't want to say another word: "Perhaps, the title Uncle Jing has been called for so long that even I believe it is true."
Mo Lidao looked at Deng Si'er's appearance and didn't know how to persuade him.
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Deng Si'er's words were from his own heart.
It seemed a little ruthless, but you couldn't criticize him harshly.
So they could only remain silent.
After a while, Deng Si'er seemed to really feel a little tired, so he rolled onto the bed without saying a word, lying face inside wrapped in a quilt, silently expressing his inner rejection.
Mo Lidao watched for a while, finally sighed, stood up, and took another deep look at Deng Si'er before turning around.
His lips moved up and down but he said nothing.
Perhaps this young man, underneath his carefree and eccentric character, has a hidden state of mind.
The door creaked, and Mo Lidao stood at the door and closed it gently.
He stood at the door for a while before turning and leaving.
Deng Si'er, who was facing the wall, gently bit his upper and lower lips that were already trembling.
There are few stars tonight, and the night wind has begun to gradually become cooler.
Zuo Chi was playing with the teacup with his left hand and holding the teapot with his right hand.
He tried to pour the tea in the teapot into the teacup several times, but he picked up and put down the teapot again.
Zuo Chi's dark eyes flickered in and out under the candlelight, and there was deep worry between his brows.
This kind of worry has been surrounding Deng Si'er since the treasure map on his back appeared.
Chu Jing's purpose of following them is self-evident, but now they don't know who the other party is, what sect Chu Jing belongs to, and what kind of power he has.
These are all unknown to them.
It's like planting an invisible needle in his and Deng Si'er's bodies.
Although it doesn't hinder their actions, it will eventually hinder them.
What's more, the treasure map has appeared in the world.
Once the various forces know the news, they will take action, and the troubles waiting for the opportunity will increase several times.
When the time comes to find themselves in the center of a whirlwind of competition among various forces, they will be constrained and unable to do what they do.
After all, they were small in number and weak in strength.
No matter how confident Zuo Chi was in himself, Deng Si'er, who had a three-legged cat kung fu, was not sure whether he could protect him.
As for the half-month period with Chu Jing, perhaps it was the last peace they could get before the storm.
Zuo Chi sighed softly, his eyes looking out the window became even heavier.
However, it seems that we have to leave this Nanhu Villa as soon as possible.
Chu Jing sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the yellowish firelight on the candlestick beside the bed.
She seemed calm, but in fact, she was feeling uneasy.
He followed Deng Si'er on a mission, and his original intention was to get the treasure map no matter what means he used, but now, he no longer had the same understanding of his heart as he did at the beginning.
That night, no one could sleep except for the simple-minded Dou Ba who was snoring loudly.
The night wind is still blowing gently, just like the people who can't sleep with their eyes open at this time.
No matter how calm they appear on the surface, only they themselves can know how many ripples there are in their hearts: