Mystery: the Outer God is Myself

Chapter 345 Lost Friends (for Subscription)

Lin Ruo naturally didn't know what happened to Dr. Allen. After all, after searching several times but failing to find Will, his mentality towards the latter has changed to "I love to see you, anyway, I am not the one who is unlucky", plus there are a lot of things during this time, Lin Ruo naturally has no Focus on Dr. Allen.

At this moment, Lin Ruo, who had roughly heard Bernadette Gustave briefly describe "the father in my eyes", probably had only one thought——the family filter is so terrifying!

No way, the Roselle described by Bernadette Gustav was too bright and majestic, except for some flaws in her private life, she was simply perfect.

To be honest, Lin Ruo almost laughed out loud on the spot after listening to her description and comparing it with the Roselle she knew.

However, considering the mood of Bernadette Gustav, the daughter of Roselle, who was heavily filtered, Lin Ruo still held back. He lowered his head and took a sip of black tea to suppress all his subtle emotions, then looked up at Bernadette again, and said gently:

"I already have a general understanding of what Roselle looks like in your eyes. But it's not enough, little Bernadette, I still need some other things, some other information."

"Tell me." Bernadette Gustav listened carefully.

"Your father's diary."

Lin Ruo said slowly, "I need your father's diary, not only to understand him, but also to understand myself."

"..." Bernadette Gustav froze for a moment, she seemed a little surprised, but also seemed to understand, she paused, and then said: "Okay."

Then, Bernadette Gustaf seemed to hesitate, she looked at Lin Ruo, and asked, "Godfather, can you teach me the words in my father's diary?"

Lin Ruo paused the hand holding the teacup, he shook his head unhurriedly, and said, "Sorry, little Bernadette, I can't teach you."

"Because this is very important, very important, so important that only your father, only Roselle can decide whether to teach it to you."

"I can only tell you that the meaning it represents is not as simple as just reading 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, an indescribable complex emotion.

"..." Bernadette Gustav opened her mouth. She obviously wanted to say something, but in the end she just said:

"I see, Godfather."

"When my father returns, I will personally ask him if he would like to teach me this kind of writing."

Lin Ruo, who had restrained all her emotions, couldn't help showing a subtle smile when she heard the words.

Without Roselle's diary, Lin Ruo felt that Roselle would still be willing to teach Bernadette Chinese.

But with Roselle's diary in it... Beibei, your father probably wouldn't have taught you this black history before he destroyed it!

Oh, that's not right... Lin Ruo suddenly thought of some people hanging on the Origin Castle, and couldn't help but silently added in his 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 cannot be killed again!

"Okay, now that we've finished talking about your father, let's talk about me now!" Lin Ruo put down the teacup in his hand, showing a rare serious expression, and said:

"What was the me in the past, the me in your impression?"

"Okay..." Bernadette Gustav responded, and various images of the past flashed through her mind, organizing her words:

"The first time I saw Godfather after I remembered was when I was five years old. But before that, I actually knew Godfather."

Bernadette Gustave said thinking of the oil paintings that are always hanging in the study and always have darts inserted, she couldn't help showing a smile, and said:

"Because your portrait is always hung in my father's study, I even thought that you were the person my father hated and my father's enemy, but once I asked my father about it, he told me that you were his friend……"

Bernadette Gustave thought again of that day, that sunny afternoon at the study window.

The four-year-old curiously picked up the oil painting that had fallen to the ground because it was too damaged, and was picked up by Roselle who noticed her again.

The latter rubbed her face affectionately with the stubble, causing a slight sting.

"Come on, Bernadette, give me a hug from Dad. It's so cute, my daughter is indeed the cutest!"

"Dad, Dad..."

Being rubbed uncomfortable, she tilted her head, raised the oil painting in her hand to her father, and asked curiously:

"Why do you keep sticking darts at it? Is this the guy Dad hates?"

"That's disgusting."

That's how her father answered her, without hesitation for a second, and his expression was completely undisguised disgust.

"Is this father's enemy?" The young him continued to ask with his eyes widened.

"no!"

And her father answered her without hesitation for a second.

In fact, Bernadette Gustav couldn't remember clearly. Her father expressed his expression when he answered this way, but she remembered Roselle's next words:

"This guy is barely a friend of Dad's."

He paused and added:

"very good friend."

At that time, she naturally didn't understand why Roselle's words were so contradictory, she just asked in confusion and ignorance:

"But, but since this uncle is Dad's friend, why does Dad hate him?"

"Because it is a bad friend, a bad friend is a relationship that hates each other and regards each other as friends."

This is what her father answered her, and he then took her to sit on a chair by the window, warm from the sun.

Roselle rubbed her hair, her tone suddenly softened:

"Bernadette, you will meet your bad friend in the future, maybe you will grit your teeth like me when you mention her, but in this life, a person always needs a bad friend."

"Otherwise, it's too lonely."

His last sentence was very light, so light that Bernadette thought she had heard it wrong.

Then the father's tone suddenly gritted his teeth again, and said angrily:

"Speaking of which, Lin Ruo is still your godfather, Bernadette. It's just that he didn't know where he went during this period of time. He has been missing for more than a year. I don't know if he was killed by someone."

And then what?

Bernadette Gustav could no longer remember what happened that day or later. After all, the things she could remember at a young age were limited.

At that time, she did not understand what her father said.

But now, looking at Lin Ruo in front of her, Bernadette already understood.

It is probably really a happy thing to have a bad friend who can scold and hurt each other with oneself, but never betray each other at critical moments!

On the opposite side of Bernadette Gustav, Lin Ruo squeezed her chin, focused on a certain point, her eyes became sharper, and asked, "Wait a minute, little Bernadette, why do you mistake me for Rose?" Enemy of me? What did your father do to my portrait?"

Bernadette Gustave was taken aback suddenly.

Ah this!

After hesitating for a few seconds, Bernadette Gustave said: "Father...Father is used to using your portrait to practice darts."