"These are pictures of your mother from the past, this one is from high school, and this one is a picture of me and your mother when we were organizing a camp camp at the university."

Su Qinghe's eyes just fell on the photo she said, the photo was embedded in a checkered glass frame and placed on the red bedside table, with long black and beautiful hair against the background of the blue sky, a girl in a white dress smiled quietly, next to a girl of the same age, the two stood side by side with their arms armed, and their posture was very intimate. Although the person in the photo is very young, Su Qinghe can still see from the outline of his face that the person next to the girl in white is the current Mrs. Ji.

"Isn't it beautiful, back then, your mother and I were called school flowers in college, and there were many people who pursued your mother, of course, among these people, there was also your father, the current ruler of the Tang family." Mrs. Ji held a tray with a glass of water in her hand, walked in from outside the door, saw Su Qinghe's gaze resting on the photos on the bedside, smiled and slowly approached, and explained to him.

Su Qinghe turned his head when he heard the movement, frowned, looked at her hesitantly, and said, "That's ...... Ji Jia...... My mother? ”

Mrs. Ji handed him the cup, took two steps forward and picked up the photo in front of him, "Yes, she is the young lady of the Ji family, that is, your mother." Fingers touched the cold photo frame, moist eyes looked at the girl in white, the pear nest was shallow, the girl's vivid expression jumped on the paper, but the slightly yellowed and rolled corner of the photo already showed that it was just an outdated photo, and now the person who smiled was long gone.

Mrs. Ji turned her back to Su Qinghe, making it difficult to see her expression. At the end of the day, his shoulders moved slightly, but he quickly calmed down. Mrs. Ji turned around, but Su Qinghe keenly saw the red in that corner, her eyes flashed, and she lowered her head and gently sipped her saliva as if nothing happened.

This is a small room, and although the various furnishings in it are not very rich, they are delicate and small. It can be seen that the person who lived here must have a quiet and elegant personality. And so many years have passed, and being able to have a room in the Ji family all the time shows that the mother of the original body in Mrs. Ji's mouth has a close relationship with her, and judging from the tone of her mouth, Su Qinghe knows that this Mrs. Ji may be the friend and girlfriend of the original body, and how much does Mrs. Ji know about the original body of his body?

Eighteen years ago, Tang Qing's disappearance, what is the truth?

The atmosphere in the room was quiet for a while, and the rain outside the window stopped, but the sky had already darkened. Su Qinghe stood quietly with his head hanging slightly, the yellowish light from under his eyes and under the dense eyelashes, his expression was uncertain, but his thoughts were spinning rapidly.

It didn't take long for the atmosphere to fluctuate. A well-preserved, well-framed and clean-wiped photo suddenly appeared in view. Su Qinghe's hand holding the water cup paused, the water streaks in the transparent glass shook, and the water in his throat slid down the esophagus into his stomach, a little cold.

His gaze slowly moved up with the hands, and finally landed on a pair of watery eyes.

"Here, take a look! Ah Lian, oh. Your mother's last wish when she left was to see you, and to talk about you. I hate those vicious-hearted people who actually ...... you" paused, and seemed to be very reluctant to talk to him about it, and a trace of disgust crossed his eyes. Mrs. Ji glanced at Su Qinghe, sighed deeply, and continued: "Don't talk about that, it's really annoying. Ah Qing, I am just as heartbroken as I was about that incident back then. But now that you're back, it's still so good. It's okay if your mother sees this and looks at your clothes and says, 'Don't hate her.'" A-Qing: Do you know? She's always been a good mother, and that's true to Donnan, and it's the same for you, and I hope you don't hold a grudge......"

Her eyes fell on the photo, and Mrs. Ji said the last sentence as if relieved. It seems that that sentence has been hidden in her heart for many years, and after saying that sentence again, the whole person's face relaxed.

Su Qinghe took the photo frame from her hand and looked at the original mother. The weight in his hand was obviously very light, but it was like a stone pressing on his heart, making people breathless. Fingers slid across the surface, and the people inside were alive and smiling. But after just one glance, Su Qinghe hurriedly turned his eyes, panicking in his heart, and agitated.

He was not the original, and the moment was clearer than ever. To Tang Nan and Ji Libai, he can be at ease, and he can say to himself that they are the culprits. But today, in front of Mrs. Ji and the original mother, he can no longer justifiably say that he is also a victim.

At the end of the day, it's just a stolen life. With someone else's skin and doing something in someone else's name, who would know that he was Su Qinghe?

Confused, why did I come and where should I go. The world is so big, but it can't accommodate the little Su Qinghe. Guilt, it was he who stole someone else's identity, and he felt deep guilt for the mother who still missed his own son until she died. Is he going to use this status to hurt her family? For a while, the thoughts in his mind were chaotic, and Su Qinghe's heart wall that was finally solidified, and his firm belief in revenge tore open a gap.

Mrs. Ji stood aside and looked at Su Qinghe quietly. Seeing the chaotic expression on his face, his heart sank. For this child, she is as heartbroken as Ah Lian. After such a long time, she still remembered what a day that everyone was looking forward to, the baby crying from the operating room even made the old lady of the Tang family cry excitedly, but just when everyone was happy, due to a small negligence, the little grandson of the Tang family, who should have been rich and noble all his life, was left out for a full eighteen years, and she was a poor close friend until she died, and she never even saw the face of this child. If this child has resentment and grievances in his heart, it is also human nature.

"She's a good mother." To Mrs. Ji's surprise, Su Qinghe said a word. His hands couldn't help but clench, and his face was surprised that he didn't contain it. Su Qinghe raised his head and met her eyes, and repeated again: "I won't be resentful, and I won't even feel wronged for myself." She gave birth to me, and she was my mother, a good mother. ”

"Good, good. Aqing, you can think like this, to be honest, I didn't expect it. After all...... But I'm sure your mother will be glad to hear what you have to say. Good boy, let me tell you the truth. Back then, your mother and I were not sisters, but our relationship was deep like sisters, you are Ah Lian's child, and naturally you are also my child, if you don't mind, don't call me Aunt Ji or anything like that, can you just call me an aunt? Mrs. Ji wiped the tears that flowed out of the corners of her eyes, and spoke naturally and cordially in front of Su Qinghe.

Looking at her expectant eyes, Su Qinghe did not hesitate, and his mouth was curved.

"Auntie."

"Okay." A look of relief.

It wasn't until the two talked on the phone that Mrs. Ji was already so polite and alienated from Su Qinghe. Su Qinghe is a smart character, and naturally he is a well-behaved and obedient good boy, you come and go, the relationship between the two has heated up overnight, and it is a little stronger than that of the biological mother and son.

After leaving the house, Mrs. Ji then introduced Su Qinghe to the director of Renxin Hospital and Mrs. Ji's husband, Mr. Ji.

According to Su Qinghe, he felt that Mr. Ji was a gentle middle-aged man. On the bridge of his nose is a pair of gold-framed glasses, a whole academic talent. His personality is also like what he looks like on the outside, he treats Su Qinghe not warmly, but he is never alienated.

In the living room, a rectangular lacquered red wooden table sits in the center under bright lighting, flanked by tall chairs of the same color. Su Qinghe, Mr. Ji and Mrs. Ji sat around the table, and on the table was the meal that the servants had already prepared, and the heat was still bubbling up. The delicate dishes and neatly placed dishes and chopsticks show that this is by no means just for two people, of course, you can also know from the extra dishes and chopsticks next to Su Qinghe that it will not be long before another person will come.

Outside the door, the iron door of the Ji family's villa was banged, the iron chain was torn open, and a black Audi slowly entered the door. When we got to the door, we stopped. The person who had been waiting next to him hurriedly ran a few steps and opened the car door.

"Young Master."

The pitch-black leather shoes stepped on the ground, the neat suit was attached to the tough body, and the whole person was as tall as a pine. Out of the car door, Ji Libai glanced at the extra car next to him with cold eyes, his thick black sword eyebrows frowned, turned his eyes, and pursed his thin lips and asked.

"At home, are there any guests?"