It had only been three nights since she left home.

On the evening of the 23rd, she saw the small building collapse with her own eyes and had a fish soup with a familiar taste in a mine. From that day on, she could not contact Ming's father.

It was as short as a business trip for her father.

She had had bad guesses and doubts, and subconsciously rejected all the answers she was unwilling to accept and deceived herself.

I even find reasons not to dare to step here.

And now!

She wants to find the truth!

Mingzhen took a deep breath and took a step forward. She suddenly opened the refrigerator door, cupboards and other household appliances needed for daily life.

The first is to look for the remnants of life.

The second is to look for clues that Ming’s father may have left behind.

Third is...

Be sure.

The consciousness is divided into two, and one consciousness is connected to the bright water of the dream. This makes Mingzhen unable to stay in a daze, even if the shadow particles affect people's emotions.

But after the power of her fire enveloped her whole body.

It is no longer affected.

Having witnessed Ming Shui's life of pursuing the art of swordsmanship, it seems that that determination has been blessed by him.

After she stopped deceiving herself, Mingzhen's motivation for action came out.

The kitchen is very clean.

Mingzhen reached out and touched the edge of the stove. There was no dust. A kitchen that had not been occupied for three or four days could not be this clean.

There is fish in the refrigerator.

The large fish was chopped into several pieces and wrapped in plastic wrap, filling the refrigerator. In the corner were ginger, onions and garlic also wrapped in plastic wrap.

There are some red dried chili peppers where the dry goods are placed.

Several kinds of beans in transparent jars.

The place where rice noodles are placed is also in the same place.

On the lower level of the refrigerator and on the freezer level, there are boxes after boxes of hand-wrapped dumplings and dumplings. The quantity is more than what Ming’s father left before his last business trip.

Mingzhen was lost in thought for a moment and took out a box.

I washed the medium-sized soup pot, filled it half with water, put twenty frozen dumplings in, turned on the heat, and started cooking.

She can still cook simple dumplings.

Then she searched in the microwave and the rice cooker.

Both places are very clean, as if they have been carefully tidied up, very much like Ming's father who can't stand the slightest bit of messy living habits.

Mingzhen recalled it.

When she left home on the morning of the 23rd, she filled the rice cooker with meat porridge. At that time, there was only a small amount of meat porridge left in the rice cooker, but now there is none.

She also washed dishes at that time, but since she didn't do much housework, she arranged things very casually.

Now there are clean and orderly bowls in the cupboard.

It's obviously been cleaned up again.

Mingzhen also stretched out her hand and touched it. Of course, the cupboard was closed, so it was unlikely that there would be any dust, and there would be no bright room to touch.

"Huh? Why is it a little wet?"

Mingzhen slid her fingers over the edge of a rice bowl and felt a little wetness.

She searched in several places.

It feels like... I just used it...

Bang bang! Bang bang! Her heartbeat almost jumped out of her chest. Her big eyes were wide and bright, and she suspected...Daddy was at home!

"Dad!!" Mingzhen rushed out of the kitchen and ran towards Ming's father's room.

The door was closed, so she knocked hard.

Min is chaotic and slow.

There was no one inside... She was a little confused by the conclusion brought about by her good hearing and strong sense of perception.

He stood there in shock for a while.

Is it really an illusion that she thinks too much?

She returned to her room numbly, stood at the door, and looked at the beautiful blue moon bed that was almost exactly the same as her previous hallucination.

She looked at the open window, dumbfounded.

Is it really a fantasy?

The previous ones were the contents of the fantasy that appeared because she wanted it so much?

She covered her face and squatted down at the door.

"I recognize the illusion, dad, I want to see you~~wu~~"

Over the past few days, I have experienced countless things, met many people, and proudly pretended to be a strong man, while carefully pretending to be a well-behaved girl.

Holding some kind of self-deceptive guess.

Have persisted until now.

But now, she doesn't want to persist.

"Dad, I want to eat fish... I want to eat a whole fish feast... You promised me that when I get into a key university, you will make me a whole fish feast, some fish balls, steamed

Fish, fried fish, braised...I want them all..."

Mingzhen huddled at the door of the room, lowered her head and murmured.

"I want to take the college entrance examination, go to university, and have a fish dinner..."

Snap-pop-pop!

The neat and rhythmic sound of chopping meat sounded.

Mingzhen buried her head in her hands and raised her head blankly. On one side was a room with no lights on, on the other was a brightly lit living room, and... the kitchen where the sound of chopping meat could be heard.

Bang bang bang!

The expression on Mingzhen's face ranged from confusion to shock, from shock to... joy!

She jumped up.

Just as she was about to rush to the kitchen, she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

There was a mixture of joy and sadness on her face, with tears streaming down her face. Then, she wiped them clean with her sleeves until the corners of her eyes were red, and then rubbed her face.

Biting her lower lip, she slowly moved to the living room step by step, close to the kitchen.

In the kitchen.

A tall figure with his back facing her was busy, as if he had been doing it every day, but this figure did not speak...

Mingzhen stood in the living room near the kitchen.

like a statue.

I didn't dare to breathe too obviously, for fear of disturbing something.

The back blocked some of the sight, but Mingzhen could clearly see the fish body on the cutting board that had turned from pieces of meat to minced meat, and the hands skillfully deboning and chopping the meat.

Pat the garlic, cut the ginger, take an egg from a convenient position, and mix it in a bowl.

Got flour again...

One after another fish-related dishes are cooked in front of you.

Mingzhen wiped her blurry eyes again, but she still couldn't help but breathed heavily as if she had a stuffy nose. She stared at her back intently.

The figure from behind did not turn around to care about her.

No words were spoken.

No......

After her eyes were wet and blurred again and she wiped them dry, her expression changed drastically.

"Dad! Dad! Where are you?!"

There was no one in the kitchen.

Just as she was about to rush in, she paused, turned around, and saw a figure placing freshly fried fish meatballs on the dining room table.

Even though her nose was a little stuffy, she still smelled the aroma of fried fish balls.
To be continued...