After get off work, I become a magical girl

The two of them chatted happily in the living room.

Lin Yun used his identity as a parent to ask a lot of questions about family studies, trying to understand his family situation. However, Xia Liang's answers were also flawless, pretending to be very serious, without revealing any information about himself.

Soon, a head with a ponytail popped out from a room not far away.

Lin Xiaolu leaned against the doorway, secretly observing the situation because she was curious about what the two people in the living room were talking about.

However, this kind of concealment was somewhat low-level, and was soon discovered by the sharp-eyed Lin Yun. He did not give in to Lin Xiaolu and shouted directly at her:

"Lulu, did you entertain your classmates well tonight?"

"Well……"

Lin Xiaolu, who was caught in the act, had to stand out from behind the door. She looked at Lin Yun, then at Xia Liang who was laughing secretly beside her, and replied reluctantly, "I ordered takeout."

"You're letting your classmate stay at your house tonight. Are you ready for him to sleep there?"

"Uh……"

Lin Xiaolu was stuck again. She hesitated for a long time but couldn't say anything. Finally, she could only say sullenly:

"not yet."

In fact, what Lin Yun didn’t know was that until half an hour ago, Xia Liang was still staying in Lin Xiaolu’s room.

But because she was doing nothing while Lin Xiaolu was doing her homework, she would harass Lin Xiaolu from time to time and was eventually kicked out of the room.

Not to mention preparing a place for Xia Liang to sleep, Lin Xiaolu wanted to kick this man out of the house directly, but she couldn't do such a heartless thing. In the end, she drove Xia Liang to the living room and stayed in the room alone.

"Wait a minute. There are spare beddings in the master bedroom. I'll go look for them."

Fortunately, Lin Yun did not expect his daughter to be so thoughtful. It was beyond his expectation that she could give her clothes to others. In accordance with the most common hospitality, he had to prepare a place for Xia Liang to stay.

Returning to the master bedroom, he took out several sets of unused bedding from the upper layer of the closet and picked out one that was relatively suitable in size and pattern. He unfolded it and shook it. After confirming that it was clean and usable, he folded it up again and carried it to the door of Lin Xiaolu's room in his arms.

"Leave these here for now. I'll go find a cushion."

He handed the quilt in his hand to Lin Xiaolu and gave her a few instructions.

"…Thank you, but this is enough."

Lin Xiaolu hugged the quilt and lowered her head slightly: "This is my business, I will do it well."

"Do you know how to make a bed on the floor?"

Lin Yun was already used to this, and he didn't feel that he was being treated coldly. He just raised his eyebrows and asked, "Or do you plan to sleep in the bed with your classmates?"

"I know, no problem, just go do your thing." Lin Xiaolu said firmly.

Obviously, she didn't want Lin Yun to continue hosting Xia Liang.

After spending so many days with his daughter as Cuiqiao, Lin Yun has begun to be able to guess a little bit about her thoughts.

Perhaps, even if she disliked Xia Liang, Xia Liang was still related to her identity as a magical girl. Lin Xiaolu had her own ideals and aspirations for being a magical girl, so she didn't want this aspect of her life to have anything to do with her annoying father.

What a weird child. I don’t know who he takes after.

If I were Delphinium now, she would probably be happy to accept my help, right?

He sighed in his heart, but there was nothing he could do, so Lin Yun could only step back and raise his hands to show that he did not intend to continue interfering: "Okay, then do as you wish."

The strange and stiff atmosphere at the bedroom door also attracted Xia Liang's attention.

She had been secretly paying attention to the situation not far away. After seeing the communication between Lin Yun and Lin Xiaolu, she finally realized that the relationship between the father and daughter seemed a little too cold.

I have to help reconcile them.

So she put away her phone, pretended to be unaware, and approached:

"Ah, Xiaolu and uncle, are you going to prepare a bed for me? I'm so sorry, thank you!"

A somewhat forced thank you broke the tense atmosphere and eased the originally tense conversation between father and daughter.

Lin Xiaolu didn't like Xia Liang, nor did she like her father, but when both of them were in front of her, she couldn't show too much rejection towards either of them, so she could only agree dully: "Yeah."

"Great! I just happen to be a little tired."

After clapping his hands somewhat exaggeratedly, Xia Liang smiled and pushed Lin Xiaolu's back, pushing her into the room: "Then let me help you, let's make the bed together."

Lin Yun stood there, watching the two people walk step by step into the room. During this time, Lin Xiaolu turned around and looked at him, and he just waved with one hand and said "good night" silently.

Well, I hope young people can spend more time with each other.

Chapter 24 Lin Xiaolu's Memories

2023-04-30

That night, the gray-black sky seemed to be painted with ink, the moon was hazy, and the stars were dim.

Lin Xiaolu lay on her side by the window, curled up, and looked quietly at the boundless night sky.

Moko had fallen asleep at the head of the bed without anyone noticing, with his crystal wings draped over his shoulders, his pink fur trembling slightly, without a sound.

From time to time, there was a slight sound of cloth rubbing against each other on the ground next to the bed, and it was obvious that someone was tossing and turning there and couldn't sleep.

"Xiaolu, are you asleep?"

Suddenly, Xia Liang's voice rang out in the dark room.

She didn't get a response. Lin Xiaolu said nothing and turned a deaf ear to it.

"I say, this dress is a bit too tight, it feels restrictive when I sleep."

But Xia Liang never cared about these things, so when no one answered, he just kept talking: "So can I sleep naked?"

"……no."

These words disturbed the quiet night mood no longer, and Lin Xiaolu drooped her eyelids and rejected Xia Liang's proposal.

She refused at first, but then she came to her senses and realized what Xia Liang meant by "clothes are tight". She felt even more unhappy: "Wear my clothes, sleep in my room, why do you have so many demands? Believe it or not, I'll let you sleep on the sofa in the living room?"

"Sleeping naked?" Xia Liang blinked, her cheeks flushed.

"Of course I'm wearing clothes!" Lin Xiaolu gritted her teeth.

"I'm just kidding. Besides, it wouldn't be nice if your family saw it."

"You still know that this is my home?"

Halfway through the joke, the two were speechless for a moment.

After a while, Xia Liang held the quilt in his arms, tightened his arms, and closed his eyes:

"I say, Xiaolu."

"What's wrong again?" Having already spoken, there was no way she could remain silent. Lin Xiaolu could only ask Xia Liang in annoyance.

"You and your father have a bad relationship?"

Xia Liang’s question froze Lin Xiaolu’s expression on her face.

With her back to Xia Liang, Lin Xiaolu moved her face closer to the pillow, lowering her voice: "Can you tell?"

"Yeah, I feel it."

"That's it, but it has nothing to do with you, right?"

When it comes to this topic, Lin Xiaolu's voice becomes a little hoarse: "Or do you want to lecture me too?"

"Not."

Xia Liang said softly in the night: "I'm just a little curious."

"What are you curious about?"

"Your father should care about you. He is actually very good to you."

"…How can you tell? Just based on a few words you said?"

“It’s not the words, it’s the attitude and the expression.”

At this point, Xia Liang's tone became more serious: "Whether parents really care about their children can be seen from details like this."

After these words were spoken, there was another long silence.

Lin Xiaolu said nothing, as if she was lost in some thought, and Xia Liang said no more at this time.

After a long while, as if she had made a decision, Lin Xiaolu spoke up: "He looks like this now?"

Xia Liang was a little confused when he heard this: "Now? Wasn't it before?"

"of course not."

In the darkness, Lin Xiaolu's expression was unclear, but her voice seemed to be squeezed out from her throat, with an indescribable resentment:

"If you haven't seen him, you won't understand. He is really unreasonable. His cold-blooded face is chilling."

"It's been like this since I was a kid, working, working, working overtime or socializing. When I'm at home, I always have a stern face, as if I'm unhappy about everything and don't care about anything. It's the same with me, he just keeps signing me up for cram schools, buying exercise books for me, and telling me to study hard."

"My mother always told me to be considerate and forgive him. Even if she prepared a table of food for the holidays, she would never complain if he called and said he would not come back for dinner."

"And then one day, she died."

"He was fine the day before, but the next day he suddenly told me that my mother had died and that from now on it was just him and me. He didn't tell me the reason or the result. I asked him to take me to see my mother for the last time. Guess what his answer was?"

As if he hadn't expected Lin Xiaolu to ask him a question at this time, Xia Liang reacted slightly: "Well...didn't your father agree?"

"Humph, he said 'forget her'."

Lin Xiaolu sneered, but there was no smile on her face: "They just packed up her things, invited a few people, and held a funeral, as if everything was over.

"Then, he disappeared in the middle of the memorial service and hugged a young woman who appeared from nowhere."

"Is he really working outside? Does he really care about his mother? I don't know, but I'm very worried and scared. When I asked him the reason, he avoided the question. Even when I cried in front of him, he still didn't react at all. He just said something like he was very sad too."

"In the end, I had an argument with him. I can't even remember what we said at the time. I just remember that I told him all my anger and confusion, and then he slapped me."

"What did you say? 'Who do you think I'm doing this for?' I think it was something like this?"

"For whom? It's not for me, and it's not for mom, right? Otherwise, why would he be hugging another woman at home just a few days later?"

"They seemed so loving on a daily basis, but they immediately changed their attitude after the other person passed away. Is this what mom said about understanding him?"

"And then I ran away from home."