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Listening to Ji Ru's narration, Wei Qingye didn't know how to comfort her, so she had to persuade: Okay, don't be sad. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info he is so old, he is an old death, and he did not die under the torture of illness, which can be regarded as a kind of luck.

Ji Ru choked up and said: I know, I know that it is not easy for grandpa to live to such an age. But Brother Wei, do you know? I just feel uncomfortable, I don't have parents, only Mother Ann and Grandpa Ai, I just want someone who treats me well and stays with me for a while.

I know. Wei Qingye nodded, and there was a faint sadness flashing in his cold eyes.

He also did not meet his so-called parents and brothers, and he also grew up in an orphanage. Later, after being adopted by Gao Zhan, Gao Zhan really treated him like his own grandson. Similarly, Gao Ming and Yijing treat him like a brother and sister.

Therefore, he also wanted to stay with them a little longer.

Brother Wei, will you still leave me? Suddenly, Ji Ru carefully pulled Wei Qingye's arm, and her tear-stained face was full of anticipation.

Well? Wei Qingye gave her a puzzled look.

Ji Ru panicked, and hurriedly explained: Brother Wei, when you are by your side, you are very relieved. It was the same when I was a kid, and it was the same that night. I was so happy that day in the orphanage when I knew you were my brother Wei. I'm especially afraid that the people I like, the people who treat me well, will disappear from me.

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You too, I'm afraid you'll leave again. Seeing that Wei Qingye was silent, Ji Ru hurriedly took his hand and pleaded, Brother Wei, I finally met you again, don't you follow Grandpa Ai's example and leave my side, okay?

Oh, am I so important? Suddenly, Wei Qingye smiled shallowly, and a faint warm current flowed in his heart.

Uh-huh. Ji Ru nodded and replied with three affirmative words in succession. She drooped her little face, thinking about what happened after he left that year, and couldn't hide her sadness: Since you left, except for Mother An, there is no one to protect me in the orphanage. Every time they played, I sat and watched them quietly. I don't know why they won't play with me. During that time, I felt like I was going to be autistic. Later, An's mother also found me a psychologist to counsel me.

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Every time at that time, I think about Brother Wei very specially, I think how good it would be if you were still there? Then I won't be so alone. As he spoke, tears quietly slid down Ji Ru's cheeks again.

Her eyes were closed, and the sun shone on the wetness of her eyelashes, as if a light flashed, crystal clear, and the weak beauty carried an unrelieved sadness.

I'm not leaving. The light with sadness unconsciously stabbed Wei Qingye's heart, and almost blurted it out, he said a promise to Ji Ru.

After saying that, the first person who was stunned was himself.

After that, he never made a promise to anyone.

Listening to Wei Qingye's words, Ji Ru was also slightly stunned. She looked at Wei Qingye's face blankly, her eyes turned from sluggish to ecstasy, and asked: Really?

Wei Qingye's eyes drooped, and he didn't answer Ji Ru's words immediately.

Ji Ru was anxious, took Wei Qingye's hand with both hands, and confirmed excitedly: Are you really not going to leave again? Isn't it really like when I was a child, following Commander Gao and never going back?

That's nature, I'm settled in this city now, and where can I go if I leave. It seemed that he was not used to Ji Ru's scorching and dependent gaze, Wei Qingye turned his head very unnaturally, looked up at the sky, and pretended to be calm.

That's great! Ji Ru burst into tears and laughed, briefly forgetting the pain of Ai Weiping's death.

Wei Qingye silently turned his head sideways to look at Ji Ru, a shallow smile flashed in those cold eyes, and the warmth in his heart became even more obvious.

This feeling has never been felt before.

However, the smile only hung on Ji Ru's face for a moment, and suddenly disappeared again. She slowly lowered her head and looked at the red brocade box of her phone, sighing mournfully.

Wei Qingye persuaded and said that your grandfather Ai is old and dead, and he is almost ninety years old, which can be regarded as a happy funeral.

I know. Ji Ru breathed a sigh of relief, then opened the brocade box and took out the relics left by Ai Weiping from inside.

In the bank card, all the savings of Ai Weiping when he was young. When Ai Weiping was still there, he gave it to Ji Ru and asked her to help him get money to buy the things he needed for his usual life. The wrench was handed down by Ai Weiping's ancestors. The rest is the third-class military merit medal awarded to him by the state.

The money in this card is about 70,000. I want to take it out and buy a few more massage chairs for the hospital. The grandfather of the military merit medal used to talk about it, and when he died, he buried the military merit medal. Ji Ru glanced at the bank card, and then gently took out the wrench and said: I want to keep this wrench for myself, it can be regarded as a thought.

This is what he left to you, and you have the right to deal with it. Wei Qingye replied lightly.

Ji Ru smiled gloomily, slowly leaned on the bench and looked up at the sky, and the lingering heartache flashed in her eyes again.

Wei Qingye said helplessly, the dead are gone.

I know. It's still the same, Ji Ru pursed her lips and smiled forcefully.

Wei Qingye stopped talking, and leaned back on the bench to look at the sky, thinking about how he should tell Gao Zhan that Ai Weiping had passed away.

Sometimes, people are often one step behind, and then they are left with a lifetime of regret for the living.

He was silently thinking about things, but suddenly he felt something fall on his shoulder. He lowered his eyes and looked sideways, only to see her body slowly falling, and then leaning on his shoulder, her face still covered with unrelenting sadness.

&;&;Looking at her leaning on her shoulder, Wei Qingye slowly blinked his eyes twice, retracted his gaze and did not speak.

In the past, he didn't like to put his joys, sorrows and sorrows on his face, and the corners of his mouth slowly curved, with indescribable emotions.

Brother Wei, can I call you Ye? In this way, there was silent silence for a long time, and Ji Ru opened his mouth to break the silence between them.

The voice, as if whispering, was uneasy.

She remembered that An's mother An Wei also called her like this.

She wanted to call it that, too.

&;Whatever you want, that's your thing. The arc of the corner of his mouth moved slightly in an arc that no one could see clearly, and he replied indifferently.

Ye, you're so nice. She opened her eyes, silently looked at his still cold face, and muttered.

That's what makes her greedy.

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One day after the rain, the night was like ink, and the stars hung in the sky and shimmered, as clear and clean as if they were not stained with dust.

The night was as thick as ink.

In the small courtyard of Wenjingge Villa, Wang Jin nested on a recliner, covered with a blanket, looking up at the rare night scene in the city, his lips were lightly curled into lines, and the sickly paleness on his face faded a lot, and he recovered a little bit of redness.

The pigeon soup came~ Suddenly, the back door of the small courtyard opened, and Gao Ming shouted while walking with a bowl of freshly boiled pigeon soup in his hand, and soon arrived at Wang Jin's side. He put the pigeon soup on the round table, and carefully helped her up: "Hungry, right? Hurry up and drink pigeon soup. Come, I'll feed you.

&;No, I'll do it myself. Silently looking at Gao Ming's busy appearance, Wang Jin smiled lightly and replied weakly.

No, I made this soup with my own hands, and I have to feed it with my own hands. Gao Ming raised his eyebrows, and rejected her without thinking about it.

He sat beside her, picked up the bowl of pigeon meat, took a spoonful, put it on the tip of Wang Jin's nose and turned around, and asked as if offering a treasure: How is it, fragrant?

Looking at his expectant eyes, Wang Jin pursed his lips and nodded very face-savingly, fragrant. As if he didn't feel enough to praise the fruits of his labor, he added: "It's very fragrant, and it's on par with the fragrance made by your head chef."

Bah! What is your home? It's obviously our family! He smacked hard and corrected.

Wang Jin smiled.

Gao Ming lowered his head and blew the soup, and began to learn to boast like Wang Po selling melons, your husband and I, everything we do is outstanding, as long as we can be the first, never the second.

Wang Jin took a sip of soup and dropped two words.

Heh, what, ahhh! I'm talking about things, as long as I want to do it, and there is nothing bad to do. Gao Ming stared at Wang Jin's face, his eyes were full of anticipation, is it delicious?

Smelling fragrant, it's hard to drink, how many spices have you put in this? Wang Jin smashed his mouth, and replied very facelessly.

In a word, someone's heart is shattered into slag. He asked in disbelief, you can't eat spices, I didn't put them at all! Is it really unpleasant?

Well. She nodded very seriously.

If someone still doesn't believe it, try it for themselves. Finally, Wang Jinle grabbed his wrist and boasted: Lie to you, it's delicious.

With a boast, someone's tail went up into the sky. He smiled and said: If you like it, drink it all, right?

As he spoke, he fed her spoonful by spoonful.

Drinking the soup, staring at him attentively, for fear of burning her expression. Another burst of amazement was derived in Wang Jin's heart, and he remembered what He Shirui said that day.

Men are all seeing one and loving the other, and they are good to you now, just because they haven't gotten tired of it yet.

Is it?

She didn't dare to confirm it. I don't know what's wrong, every time she closes her eyes, she can see the child swaying in front of her eyes, and the video He Shirui showed her together, the two pictures keep overlapping.

Xiao Jin? Xiao Jin? Seeing that she was stunned, Gao Ming hurriedly put down the bowl and shook it vigorously in front of her eyes. Wang Jin came back to his senses and looked at Gao Ming suspiciously. Gao Ming said with concern: What were you thinking just now?

It's nothing. Wang Jin's face was as light as a cloud, and he replied softly.

Looking at her expression, Gao Ming was silent for about ten seconds.

Wang Jin cast an inquiring look at him again.

Suddenly, Gao Ming smiled, rubbed Wang Jin's head behind him, and said: Are you thinking nonsense again?

No, no crankiness. Wang Jin disguised himself too much, and the feeling in his heart was hard to return.

You&; Gao Ming shook his head, elongating his tone.

Wang Jin looked at Gao Ming in a daze again, and saw his smiling appearance in his eyes.

He suddenly raised his head, the corners of his mouth arced, and he sighed: "Silly woman, let's get the certificate tomorrow."