Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Jun Jiu Ge 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!

 It's not good when daddy comes.

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

 The little head wilted, the red mouth pursed, and the face was full of unhappiness.

"...Not yet, I will copy it now. I will finish it 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.

 Happily, she didn’t dare not listen.

 Because he is the 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.

 Straighten your little body, lean on the desk with one hand, and draw one stroke at a time, seriously.

  Her little hands are immature, but her writing has become increasingly beautiful and neat. She writes every word, the paper is neat, slow and powerful.

Jiu Ge stood beside her desk and looked at it quietly for a while.

 He is busy with his affairs, and he often takes time out to see her throughout the day, and then leaves after a while.

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 and the light scratching 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?"

 This matter has been in her mind for a long time.

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

　A few days ago it was the anniversary of my mother’s death. Whenever that time comes, my father would be in a very bad mood.

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

Every time 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. She didn't want him to worry about her anymore, so she never mentioned it.

Until now, when her father seemed to be getting better in the past few days, back to his usual self, and calmed down a little, she dared to speak and test the subject.

She asked, then looked at him eagerly, her eyes pleading, "Daddy, 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 looks exactly like Yun Si is almost exactly the same, with a pitiful and lively little expression - she looks like an old friend, but not an old friend.

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

 I would often be in a trance like this, looking at her face without saying a word.

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

 It was torture—for him.

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

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