Naturally, Lin Ruo didn't know anything about what happened to Dr. Allen. After all, after searching several times without finding Will, his mentality towards the latter had changed to "I love to see you, but it's not me who's unlucky anyway."
, plus there are so many things going on during this period, Lin Ruo naturally has no energy to pay attention to Dr. Allen.
At this moment, Lin Ruo, who had just listened to Bernadette Gustave briefly describe "Father in My Eyes", her only thought was probably - the family filter is so scary!
There is no way, the Russell described by Bernadette Gustave is too bright and majestic. Except for some problems in his private life, he is simply perfect.
To be honest, after listening to her description, Lin Ruo compared it with what she knew about Russell and almost laughed out loud on the spot.
However, considering the mood of Bernadette Gustave, the daughter of Russell who had a serious filter, Lin Ruo finally held back. He lowered his head and took a sip of black tea to suppress all the subtle emotions.
, then looked up at Bernadette again and said gently:
"I already have a rough idea of what Russell looks like in your eyes. But that's not enough, little Bernadette. I need something else, some other information."
"Say." Bernadette Gustave looked like she was listening carefully.
"Your father's diary."
Lin Ruo slowly said, "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. She paused and then said: "Okay."
Then, Bernadette Gustave seemed to hesitate for a moment. She looked at Lin Ruo and asked, "Godfather, can you teach me the writing on my father's diary?"
Lin Ruo's hand holding the tea cup paused. He shook his head unhurriedly and said, "I'm sorry, little Bernadette, I can't teach you."
"Because this is a very important thing, very important. Only your father and only Russell can decide whether to teach it to you or not."
"I can only tell you that the meaning it represents is by no means as simple as interpreting 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 longing, and an indescribable complex emotion.
"..." Bernadette Gustave opened her mouth. She obviously wanted to say something, but in the end she just said:
"I understand, Godfather."
"When the day my father comes back, I will personally ask him if he is willing to teach me this kind of writing."
Lin Ruo, who had calmed down all his emotions, couldn't help but reveal a subtle smile when he heard this.
If there was no Russell diary, Lin Ruo felt that Russell would probably still be willing to teach Bernadette Chinese.
But with Russell's diary in it... Beibei, your father probably won't teach you this before he destroys all these black histories!
Oh, no... Lin Ruo suddenly thought of some people hanging on Origin Castle, and couldn't help but silently added in her heart:
If the translation of Roselle's diary is everywhere in the future and everyone knows that "the taste of a witch is really good," then the emperor will probably be willing to teach you.
After all, those who have already died in society cannot die in society again!
"Okay, now that we've finished talking about your father, let's talk about me now!" Lin Ruo put down the tea cup in his hand and said with a rare serious expression:
"What was the me in the past and the me in your impression?"
"Okay..." Bernadette Gustave responded. Various scenes from the past flashed through her mind, and she organized the words:
"The first time I can remember meeting you, Godfather, was when I was five years old. But before that, I actually already knew about you, Godfather."
As Bernadette Gustave spoke, she thought of the oil painting that was always hung in the study and always had darts stuck in it. She couldn't help but smile and said:
"Because your portrait always hung in my father's study, I even thought that the people your father hated were his enemies. But once I asked my father about it, he told me that you were his enemy. His friend..."
Bernadette Gustave thought of that day again, that sunny afternoon in front of the study window.
At 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 Russell who noticed her.
The latter rubbed her face affectionately with his stubble, causing a slight sting.
"Come on, Bernadette, let daddy give you a hug. She's so cute. My daughter is indeed the cutest!"
"Dad, dad..."
She tilted her head as she felt uncomfortable, raised the oil painting in her hand to her father, and asked curiously:
"Why do you keep hitting it with darts? Is this the person dad hates?"
"That's so annoying."
Her father answered her like this, without hesitating for a second, and his expression was completely undisguised disgust.
"Is this my father's enemy?" The young man opened his eyes wide and continued to ask.
"no!"
And her father answered her without hesitation for a second.
In fact, Bernadette Gustave couldn't remember much about her father's expression when he answered this, but she remembered Russell's next words:
"This guy is barely my dad's friend."
He paused and added:
"Very good friend."
At that time, she naturally didn't quite understand why Russell's words were so contradictory, so she just asked confusedly and ignorantly:
"But, since this uncle is dad's friend, why does dad hate him?"
"Because we are bad friends. Bad friends are relationships where we hate each other but treat each other as friends."
This is what her father answered her. He then took her to sit on a chair in front of the window, where the sun was shining warmly on her body.
Russell rubbed her hair and her tone suddenly softened:
"Bernadette, you will also meet your own harmful friends in the future. Maybe you will grit your teeth like me when you mention her. But in this life, you always need a harmful friend."
"Otherwise, it would be too lonely."
His last words were so soft that Bernadette thought she had heard them wrong.
Then his father's tone suddenly became gritted again, and he said angrily:
"Speaking of which, Lin Ruo is still your godfather, Bernadette. I don't know where he went during this period. He has been missing for more than a year. I don't know if he was killed by someone."
What happens next?
Bernadette Gustave no longer remembered anything that happened after that day. After all, she was so young and could only remember so many things.
At that time, she did not understand her father's words.
But now, looking at Lin Ruo in front of her, Bernadette already understood.
It is probably really a happy thing to have a harmful friend who can quarrel with oneself, hurt each other, but never betray each other at critical moments!
Opposite Bernadette Gustave, Lin Ruo pinched her chin, focused on a certain point, her eyes became sharp, and asked: "Wait a minute, little Bernadette, why did you mistake me for Rose?"
My enemy? What did your father do to my portrait?"
Bernadette Gustave was suddenly stunned.
Ah this!
After hesitating for several seconds, Bernadette Gustave said: "Father...Father is used to using your portrait to practice darts."