"Mother!"

On the mahogany bed, Ji Qing opened his eyes, and his dark green eyes contained a woman who had been missing for a long time. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoHer skin wasn't sickly fair as it used to be, her eyes were dark green like her own, and her slender hands were resting on her hair.

"Mother?" Ji Qing's voice was uncertain and cautious. She was afraid that this was nothing more than a water moon mirror flower. Her eyes were wide open, unwilling to let go of any of her mother's movements.

The woman smiled, without sorrow. Her eyebrows and eyes are curved, and she is very good-looking.

She said: "Qing'er is shy today, isn't she just called her mother on weekdays?" Your cousin has already taught her a good lesson, and she won't make fun of Qing'er and call me my mother again. ”

Ji Qing subconsciously retorted: "It's not because of the bastard by my cousin!" ”

The soft and glutinous sound came out of his mouth, and Ji Qing was stunned for a moment.

By cousin? It seems that it was her cousin who laughed at her when she was five years old! Ji Qing lowered his head and saw intact hands and a thin body. She pinched her immature face, and there was a rush of pain.

"What does Qing'er do?!" Mother hurriedly grabbed Ji Qing's thin hand: "Is this a sleepy mess?" ”

Ji Qing's little face was stunned, and his dark green eyes had a confused mist. She shouldn't be here, she seems to be somewhere else. When you think about it, it's a grinding pain.

Ji Qing covered his head and couldn't help but exhale in pain. The little face was flushed, cold sweat broke out, and the dark green eyes were dyed a faint red.

"Qing'er, Qing'er!"

Mother's voice rang in my ears over and over again.

Ji Qing's head was even more painful, and his dark green eyes were all red. But suddenly I felt a burst of warmth. Her mother hugged her and put her bare hands on her back comfortably, and her voice was overflowing with tenderness.

"Qing'er, don't be afraid, my mother is here."

"Mother!"

Ji Qing's voice was crying, his little hands were tightly gripping his mother's robe, and the persistence in the depths of his eyes was terrifying. Her cheek touched her mother's delicate face, and the warmth reached the bottom of her heart. It's like going back to that mild summer day when I was five years old, and I know that I was screaming outside the window to dispel a burst of boredom.

Gentleness, mother, becomes at your fingertips, no longer a distinction that transcends time.

Ji Qing snuggled up to his mother, and there was nothing else in his mind. She is Ji Qing, her mother's only child, and the third lady of the Ji family.

The mother smiled, stroked Ji Qing's back and said, "Qing'er, let's go to the garden for a walk, see you are all asleep." ”

Ji Qing nodded, his eyes were envious, and his small hand tightly grasped the luxurious robe.

The mother smiled, took Ji Qing's little hand with her right hand, and led her out of the room that carried the warmth of childhood.

Outside, the weather was just right, and the warm sunlight fell on the mother and daughter, leaving behind dark shadows intertwined with each other, which had a different taste.

The sun is shining, the flowers are blooming, and everything is bright and beautiful. The corners of Ji Qing's mouth raised slightly, and warmth spread to his limbs.

"Qing'er, don't blame your cousin anymore." Mother lowered her head and whispered to Ji Qing.

Ji Qing raised her head, there was confusion in her eyes, she always felt that this scene was a little familiar, as if her heart was about to jump out. What she should answer, I don't know, I don't know. The memory has long been blurred as her mother's face in her heart.

Ji Qing came back to her senses, she seemed to remember something, her eyes were full of anxiety and tears, and her voice was intermittent and broken: "Mother, mother, let's go, let's leave Ji's house." ”

Her voice was pleading, and she looked up at her mother's dark green eyes in confusion.

Today in memory, the garden in memory is the beginning of everything.

The thick male voice came, and Ji Qing's body trembled, his eyes were wide open, and his face was as pale as paper. She bowed her head and shrunk into her mother's arms, hiding the dark green color of hatred.

"Qing'er, where are you going to leave the Ji family?" The man repeated.

"Why don't you go to your mother's house!"

When the man's words fell, his mother's body trembled slightly, and she smiled with some difficulty: "What are you talking about?" What do I have for my mother's home? ”

The man had a cold face, brown eyes looked at the mother and daughter hugging each other, and said coldly: "Go back to the room." ”

In the elegant room, Ji Qing stood aside, his head down, his eyes slightly closed. Mother and father sat with a hot cup of tea in front of them.

The man's face was handsome, and he looked no more than twenty years old. The woman has a delicate appearance and a gentle temperament. They were husband and wife, and they had been husband and wife for ten years.

There is love in men's eyes, but there is more hatred and disappointment.

His voice was deep and cold, hiding a coldness that was different from the past: "I never thought that you would betray me. ”

"But you still believed."

The mother's voice was tired, and there was a hint of helpless mockery at the corner of her mouth.

"I saw it with my own eyes, heard it with my own ears, and I had to believe it."

The aroma of hot tea fills the room, adding to the tranquility of the room. Ji Qing on the side clenched his fingers and looked sad.

The silver-white sword blade flashed, and the man pulled out his natal flying sword and pointed it directly at his mother.

Ji Qing's body trembled, and without thinking, his body blocked in front of his mother.

She opened her dark green eyes, her mouth was pursed, her expression was determined, and her voice was sad: "Daddy! ”

The man held the sword, looked at the same dark green eyes of the mother and daughter, and said in a cold voice: "You evil seed, go with your mother!" ”

Evil seed! Ji Qing laughed, tears flowed from his dark green eyes, and he looked crazy. The hatred for men was no longer hidden, and she looked at the man she called Daddy, her eyes were cold. She remembered that it was this evil seed that chilled her mother's heart, and it was this man who destroyed her mother's dantian!

Hate! Full of resentment!

Her dark green eyes were already red, and she was like a demon crawling out of the abyss, except for hate! She stretched out her tiny hand and grasped the man's natal flying sword.

Blood, dripping down the tip of the sword.

"Smack! Smack! ”

A small, resolute voice reached the ears of the three of them. The man looked surprised, and the mother looked sad.

Ji Qing's voice echoed in the room: "Then do it!" Kill me and then kill my mother, wouldn't it be happy to have the reputation of destroying relatives for this righteousness? ”

The girl's voice was loud and resolute, but the man let out a sneer, ignoring the girl's hands and drawing the flying sword.

"What are you doing?! That's your daughter, no matter how big the fault is, it's my fault, and it has nothing to do with her. ”

Ji Qing was comforted by his mother's arms in her arms, her mother's voice was gentle, but her hands turned into palms and fell on the girl's neck, and the girl immediately softened.

Don't, don't! Ji Qing shouted silently, her body was unconscious, but her mind was extremely clear, she struggled, but she couldn't break free with all her strength.

She could only watch, and she couldn't do anything!

The scarlet eyes saw the silver-white sword piercing into the dantian, and there was only the mother's painful cry in his soul.

She can't change, no matter what she does.

Useless! Useless!

The figure of his mother gradually blurred, and in the darkness, Ji Qing heard a voice, a voice with the same malice as himself: "Give me your body, give it to me!" I will do everything. ”

Ji Qing closed his dark green eyes, and his sadness was fully revealed, as if he had lost his life.

"Give you ......"