Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Jun Jiuge lowered her light eyelashes, and her eyes were calm and silent, falling on her beautiful and dewy face, and paused.

Immediately, he spoke with a low voice: "Have you finished reading the sixth volume of "Ten Books on Cultivation"?"

"Have you finished copying the "Xing Jing Dharma Essentials" a hundred times that you didn't finish yesterday?"

"..." She knew it!

Nothing good happens when dad comes.

The sweet smile on the beautiful and well-behaved little guy's face disappeared immediately.

His little head wilted, his red mouth pursed, his face full of unhappiness.

"...Not yet, Nian Nian will copy it now. It will be finished today."

She was originally lively and playful, unable to sit still, but now she was forced to sit in a dark room and study every day - for her, it was simply torture, a torture-like existence.

However, she didn't dare not listen.

Because she is her father, she also...

Only daddy.

She picked up the pen, pouted, and took out the book from one side that she should continue to copy. She opened the thick book and continued to copy, honestly.

He straightened his little body, leaned on the desk with one hand, and stroked one stroke at a time, seriously.

Her little hands were tender, but her handwriting became more and more beautiful and neat. She wrote every word, neatly on the paper, slowly and forcefully.

Jun Jiuge stood by her desk and looked at it quietly for a while.

He was busy with his affairs, and he often took time out to see her during the day, and would leave after a while.

The father and daughter spend most of their time together, being extremely quiet - he rarely talks, and his words are extremely pitiful.

The air was so quiet that the only sound that could be heard was the rustling of the pen on the paper.

The sunshine outside was warm and genial, but the hall was deserted. The conversation between the adults and the children stopped for a long time.

After a long time, the little guy raised his head, stared at him with big watery eyes, and spoke, seemingly hesitant.

"Dad... Lin'an's birthday is coming soon, the day after tomorrow. On that day... I want to take a day off, is that okay?"

She had been remembering this matter for a long time.

I wanted to say it, but I kept putting it off.

It was the anniversary of my mother's death a few days ago. Whenever that time comes, my father will be in a very bad mood.

He spoke very little, drank too much every night, locked himself in the house, and often disappeared.

Whenever that time comes, Yun Jinnian is always extra careful, obedient, and extra conscious, not daring to do anything to make him unhappy.

Daddy felt uncomfortable, and she didn't want him to worry about her anymore, so she never mentioned it.

It wasn't until now that her father seemed to be getting better these days, back to his usual self, and calmed down a little, that she dared to speak and test the subject.

Asked, then looked at him eagerly, with pleading eyes, "Dad, okay? Let me take a day off. I will finish all the homework I need to do before tomorrow, I promise."

The little face that resembles Yun Si is almost exactly the same, with a pitiful and lively expression - she looks like an old friend, but she is not an old friend.

Jun Jiuge looked at her quietly, his eyes falling on her face for a long time.

He would often be in a trance like this, looking at her face and saying nothing.

The calm eyes trembled slightly, with a dark red emotion that was difficult to detect.

It was torture—for him.

This beautiful little guy is liked by everyone, but to him, he is an extremely cruel existence from beginning to end.

I was forced to face her every day, soberly and calmly, looking at her little face that looked so similar to her that I felt like an old friend was still there.