Mystery: the Outer God is Myself

Lin Ruo naturally didn't know what happened to Dr. Allen. After all, after searching several times and failing to find Will, his attitude towards the latter has changed to "I will never see you, anyway, it's not me who is unlucky." In addition, there were a lot of things during this time, so naturally Lin Ruo didn't. Energy to pay attention to Dr. Allen.

At this moment, Lin Ruo, who had roughly listened to Bernadette Gustave's brief description of "Father in My Eyes", probably had the only thought—the family filter was so terrifying!

No way, the Roselle described by Bernadette Gustave was too bright and stalwart. Except for some problems in his private life, he was simply perfect.

To be honest, after listening to her description, Lin Ruo compared what she knew about Roselle, and almost laughed out loud on the spot.

However, considering the mood of Bernadette Gustave, the daughter of Roselle with a serious filter, Lin Ruo still held back. He lowered his head and drank a sip of black tea, thereby suppressing all the subtle emotions, and then looked up at Bernadette again, and said gently:

"I already have a general idea of ​​what Roselle looks like in your eyes. But it's not enough, little Bernadette, I still need some other things, some other information."

"You said." Bernadette Gustave looked like he was listening carefully.

"Your father's diary."

Lin Ruo said slowly, "I need your father's diary, not only to understand him, but also to understand myself."

"..." Bernadette Gustave was stunned for a moment. She seemed a little surprised, but also seemed to understand a little bit. After a pause, she said, "Okay."

Then, Bernadette Gustave seemed to hesitate for a while. She looked at Lin Ruo and asked, "Godfather, can you teach me the kind of writing in my father's diary?"

Lin Ruo held the teacup's hand for a while, then he shook his head unhurriedly, and said, "Sorry, little Bernadette, I can't teach you."

"Because this is very important, very important, only your father is important, and only Roselle can decide whether to teach it to you or not."

"I can only tell you that it means more than just reading your father's diary."

When saying this, Lin Ruo lowered his eyes, covering up all the emotions in his eyes.

But anyone can see that at this moment, Lin Ruo's emotions are complicated.

It was a kind of loneliness, a kind of missing, an indescribably complex emotion.

"..." Bernadette Gustave opened her mouth, she obviously wanted to say something, but in the end she just said:

"I see, Godfather."

"On the day my father returns, I will personally ask him if he is willing to teach me this kind of writing."

Lin Ruowen, who had already restrained all his emotions, couldn't help showing a subtle smile.

Without Roselle's diary, Lin Ruo felt that Roselle would probably still be willing to teach Bernadette Chinese.

But there is Roselle's diary in... Babe, your father probably won't teach you before destroying the corpses of the black history!

Oh, no... Lin Ruo suddenly thought of some people hanging on the Origin Castle, and could not help but silently add in his heart:

If in the future, the translations of Roselle's diary are everywhere, and everyone knows that "the taste of a witch is really good", then the emperor is probably willing to teach you.

After all, those who have already died can no longer die!

"Okay, now that you're done talking about your father, let's talk about me now!" Lin Ruo put down the teacup in his hand, showing a rare serious expression, and said:

"What about the me in the past, the me in your impression?"

"Okay..." Bernadette Gustave responded, all kinds of pictures flashed in her mind, and she organized the language:

"The first time I saw you, Godfather, was when I was five years old. But before that, I actually knew you, Godfather."

Bernadette Gustave said, thinking of the oil painting that was always hanging in the study and always had darts inserted, and couldn't help showing a smile, saying:

"Because there is always a portrait of you hanging in my father's study, I even thought that the person your father hated was his enemy, but when I asked my father once, he told me that you were him friend……"

Bernadette Gustave remembered that day again, that sunny afternoon, by the window of the study.

When she was only four years old, she curiously picked up the oil painting that had fallen to the ground because it was too damaged, and was picked up by Roselle who noticed her.

The latter rubbed her face with the stubble affectionately, causing a slight tingling.

"Come on, Bernadette, Daddy hugs. It's so cute, my daughter is really the cutest!"

"Dad, Daddy..."

Uncomfortably rubbed, she tilted her head, raised the oil painting in her hand to her father, and asked curiously:

"Why do you keep stabbing it with darts? Does Dad hate this guy?"

"That's disgusting."

That's how her father answered her, without hesitation for a second, with a completely unconcealed expression of disgust.

"Is this Dad's enemy?" He continued to ask with wide-eyed eyes.

"no!"

And her father also answered her without hesitation for a second.

In fact, Bernadette Gustave couldn't remember clearly. Her father's expression was when he replied, but she remembered what Roselle said next:

"This guy is barely Dad's friend."

He paused and added:

"very good friend."

At that time, she naturally didn't understand why Roselle's words were so contradictory, but asked in confusion and ignorance:

"But, since this uncle is Dad's friend, why does Dad hate him?"

"Because it is a bad friend, a bad friend is a relationship that hates each other and regards each other as a friend."

That's what her father replied to her, and he then took her to sit on the chair by the window, the sun was warm on her.

Roselle rubbed her hair, and his tone suddenly softened:

"Bernadette, you will also meet your own bad friend in the future. Maybe you will grit your teeth like me when you mention her, but you always need a bad friend in your life."

"Otherwise, it's too lonely."

His last sentence was very light, so light that Bernadette thought he had heard it wrong at the time.

Then the father's tone suddenly gnashed his teeth again, and said angrily:

"Speaking of which, that guy Lin Ruo is still your godfather, Bernadette, but I don't know where to go during this time~www.readwn.com~ has been missing for more than a year, and I don't know if it was killed by someone. "

What about later?

Bernadette Gustaf can't remember that day and then later, after all, what she can remember when she is young is limited.

At that time, she did not understand what her father said.

But now, looking at Lin Ruo in front of him, Bernadette already understood.

It is probably a happy thing to have a bad friend who can scold you, hurt each other, but never abandon each other at a critical moment!

Opposite Bernadette Gustave, Lin Ruo pinched her chin, focused on a certain point, her eyes sharpened, and asked, "Wait a minute, little Bernadette, why do you mistake me for Rose? Your enemy? What did your father do to my portrait?"

Bernadette Gustave was suddenly taken aback.

Ah this!

After hesitating for several seconds, Bernadette Gustave said, "Father... Father is used to practicing darts with your portrait."