Xia Anguo knew that he couldn't give up on himself, he needed to be calm, only then could he regain his senses.

The other party is just a milky child, and he can't show his timidity.

Xia Anguo thought of Yang Banqing's unusual composure and regained some confidence.

"I don't know if your sister is in danger, but boy, you have to know that it is very dangerous to lie to me. "

"If you don't have evidence of my mutiny, you ......"

"Heh, look at the document I just sent you. "

The young man's contemptuous tone came, and Xia Anguo suddenly felt bad, and immediately clicked on the document he sent.

That's the video of him killing Xiao Zhenbo.

The phone fell to the ground again, and Cheyenne turned the car around.

It's dawn.

Ye Yiqian wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Xia Anguo opened the piled up of cases.

In a damp, dimly lit room, a scarred girl lies on the floor.

There was still undried blood at the corners of her mouth.

A ray of sunlight fell on the girl's face through the narrow window.

The girl slowly opened her eyes, not sad or happy, without a trace of emotion.

The girl slowly raised her right hand, carefully touching the ray of sunlight.

The sunlight had no temperature, but the girl quickly retracted her hand as if it had been burned.

A tear slipped down the girl's cheek.

The girl closed her eyes slightly.

In the next second, the girl struggled to her feet and slowly walked to the man in the corner who had already choked her breath.

The girl looked at the man, her gaze cold without a trace of warmth.

"It's over, it's all over. ”

The girl lit a cigarette, then knocked down half of the bottle of wine on the table, and finally lit the aging wire next to the man with the cigarette in her hand.

The flames flickered quickly, and the girl turned her head without looking at the man again.

Looking around the dilapidated house, the girl smiled.

The laughter is wanton and flamboyant.

When An Qiyue woke up, she found herself lying in bed, but the room was full of smoke and the temperature was surprisingly high.

Realizing that it might be on fire, An Qiyue quickly got out of bed and walked to the door, not having time to think about why she woke up in the bedroom.

But as soon as his hand touched the doorknob, An Qiyue was retracted by the high temperature.

The fire outside the door seemed to be not small, and An Qiyue was a little anxious.

She prayed that the man would finish drinking and grab the money and leave as usual.

In a panic, An Qiyue stumbled to the window, pushed open the window that was broken and unshaped, and simply pasted it with newspaper tape, and shouted for help outside.

This is an old-fashioned residential building, the walls have long been dilapidated, cold in winter and hot in summer, damp and wet, and it has long been marked with the sign of demolition, but because the developer ran away, construction has not started for a long time.

Everyone who has some financial ability has moved out of here, and although there are many people left, they are basically old, weak, sick and disabled.

It was a sunny day, and everyone went out to find work, and no one responded to An Qiyue's shouts at all.

In a hurry, An Qiyue jumped out of the window.

Although it is the second floor, it is not high, but the ground is full of debris, and An Qiyue was still scratched by fine broken glass and wood when he jumped down.

An Qiyue covered the narrow slit on his leg, got up with difficulty, and walked towards the street, calling for help as he walked.

An July's cry for help attracted the attention of pedestrians on the street, and everyone ran over one after another, fighting the fire, and reporting the fire alarm.

Ann fainted in the noise.

Although the Xia family is not a wealthy family, its economic strength should not be underestimated, and with the identity of the police chief of the imperial capital of Xia Anguo, the Xia family's political influence is not low.

It stands to reason that the Xia family still invites servants to cook and take care of their daily life.

But Ye Yiqian likes to do everything herself, and there are only gardeners who come to clean and prune the garden on time every week.

"Mom, I made preserved egg and lean porridge this morning, it's so fragrant. ”

A gentle and magnetic male voice came from not far away, adding a touch of vitality to this otherwise heavy morning.

Ye Yiqian smiled and turned her head.

"Just your nose. ”

Summer slowly walked behind Ye Yiqian and hugged her.

"It wasn't my mother's cooking skills that made me feel like I couldn't help myself. ”

Ye Yiqian pretended to be angry and slapped Xia's hand away, but finally had some comfort in her heart.

"Okay, okay, don't be poor with me, go and wake up your sister, and you will be able to eat soon." ”

Hearing this, Xia obediently stood up and saluted Ye Yiqian.

"Yes, Mother. ”

Ye Yiqian looked at the back of the summer and felt a little distressed.

This is her son, whom she knows best.

He was originally a very quiet boy, not to mention cheerful, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is withdrawn.

At that time, the summer only had emotional fluctuations for painting and Xia Qing.

The daily activity is either holding the drawing board or sitting quietly next to Xia Qing and listening to her tell the interesting things that happened in the day.

Xia Qing chattered around him non-stop, and he didn't get annoyed, so he listened quietly.

At that time, Ye Yiqian felt that summer was very double-standard, because except for Xia Qing, he would not let others say more than three sentences by his side.

He and his sister Xia Qing are like the South Pole and the North Pole, their personalities and temperaments are very different, and many people joke that these two children were born of the wrong gender.

But after Xia Qing passed away, summer changed.

Become cheerful, become eloquent, become less like himself.

He lived as Xia Qing should live.

In other words, he lived as Xia Qing wanted him to be.

The boy who likes to paint so much lost his paintbrush and played the piano that Xia Qing wanted him to play.

Ye Yiqian's eyes were slightly red, and she almost burst into tears again.

Don't dare to look at the back of summer anymore, Ye Yiqian said goodbye.

And Summer also put away her smiling face and red eyes the moment she turned around.

Standing outside the kitchen today and watching Ye Yiqian cook, Summer felt her sadness.

He knew, always known.

Xia Qing passed away, and Ye Yiqian's sadness was no less than anyone else's, even more.

But in order not to make the atmosphere of the whole family solemn, she never showed her sadness in front of everyone, and only secretly hid in the corner and shed tears.

He knew this on the day of Xia Qing's funeral.

It was also from that moment that he decided to live like Xia Qing.

Not only because of Xia Qing, but also for Ye Yiqian.

Xia Qing left, and he learned more to cherish everyone around him.

On that day, Summer grew up.

However, the price is heavy.

Hearing a knock on the door, the girl on the bed moved uncomfortably, but there was no tendency to wake up, but changed positions and continued to fall asleep.

Summer stood outside and smiled helplessly.

"Girl, get up and eat. ”

There was still no response from the room.

Summer pushed open the door and walked in, and at a glance saw Xia Nuan, who was sleeping on her back in an indecent posture.

Summer shook her head and walked quickly towards Xia Nuan.

The sound of summer coming in still didn't wake Xia Nuan, Xia Nuan was motionless and breathing evenly, and there was a tendency to sleep until it was dark.