You Are My Rare Passion

"It can be seen from your dining etiquette that you have been well-bred," Gu Junzhu said, "I don't think your current parents can teach you to be so gentle and elegant."

"Since it wasn't taught by your current parents, the most likely possibility is that it was taught by your biological father."

"It takes a long time for a person to form living habits."

"It will also take a while to change."

"Your behavior has not changed. It should be that your biological father has not passed away for a long time, so you still maintain the behavior habits that your father taught you during his lifetime."

Gu Jun pursed his lips, looked at Wen Qiuci and asked, "Am I right?"

Wen Qiuci looked at Gu Junzhu with a bit of novelty in his eyes.

He nodded: "yes, my dad died half a year ago."

"Half a year ago?" Gu Junzhu raised his eyebrows: "When did your mother marry your current father?"

Wen Qiuci said, "Three months ago."

"Wow! Your mother remarried after only three months of your father's death. Your mother is really ruthless!" Qin Junye snorted contemptuously, and asked Wen Qiuci: "When your father was alive, what did you do with your mother?" The relationship must be bad, right?"

"Emotions?" Wen Qiuci was a little at a loss, "I don't know."

Qin Junye said: "When your father was alive, did your parents always quarrel and fight?"

"No," Wen Qiuci said, "my dad never quarrels with anyone, he just doesn't pay much attention to others, not to me, not to mention my mother."

Children also need to talk.

Since his father died, he hasn't talked to people so quietly for a long time.

Faced with the inquiries of Gu Junzhu and Qin Junye, he suddenly had the desire to tell.

"My dad is a painter, and many people like his paintings."

"My dad has a gallery. Many people like to buy paintings in his gallery. One of his paintings can sell for a lot of money."

"My dad likes painting the most, and he doesn't like communicating with people very much."

"My dad would talk to me when he wasn't drawing, but my dad never talked to my mom."

Qin Junye was surprised: "If your father doesn't talk to your mother, isn't that just domestic violence? Isn't your mother angry?"

"Don't be angry," Wen Qiuci shook his head: "Every time my mother goes to the gallery to ask my father for money, my father will give it to her."

"My mother likes my father very much. Every time my father sees my mother, he is indifferent and doesn't pay much attention to my mother. But when my father was alive, my mother often made soup for my father and sent it to my father. gallery."

Qin Junye said, "Then ask your father for money?"

Wen Qiuci looked at him strangely, as if wondering why he knew.

Qin Junye curled his lips and whispered, "Your mother likes your father's money, not your father's money!"

Wen Qiuci fell silent.

In fact, he knew this in his little heart.

But what is the use of knowing?

There is no use.

Gu Junzhu asked, "How did your father die?"

This time, Wen Qiuci was silent for a long time before saying: "Suicide..."

Gu Junzhu and Ye Xingbei frowned at the same time.

Ye Xingbei thought in his heart, it is so irresponsible for such a young son to commit suicide!

After another long silence, Wen Qiuci continued: "The doctor said that my dad suffered from depression because of severe insomnia. In fact, he didn't want to commit suicide, but because he was sick, he couldn't control his own emotions. behavior, so he committed suicide."