The more this is the case, the more Ling Che feels uneasy and depressed, but there is no one to solve it. In the past, whenever she encountered problems, her father could always help her with some pointers, but since her father died, in this world, the only person who can help her is probably her grandfather.

However, can you talk to your grandfather about emotional problems?

Of course, Lingche doesn't want the old people to worry about it, so what he can talk about is probably the old news from more than ten years ago.

After dinner, Lingche sat in the study, quietly flipping through the newspaper clippings compiled by his grandfather. Grandpa has developed the habit of reading newspapers every day since he was young, and when he encounters major news, he will make a special trip to cut it out and make annotations and paste it on a special book, and the old news from 90 to 93 years alone has been pasted in a whole dozen copies.

"Strange." While flipping through the newspaper, Lingche couldn't help muttering: "After turning so much, why is there no record of 91 years." ”

"'91." Grandpa sighed softly and said, "Xixi came to borrow it a while ago. "Sister is also interested in these contents?" As soon as the words came out, Lingche realized that he shouldn't ask, in 91, the uncle committed suicide by swallowing a gun because he was involved in a corruption case, which is a common trauma in the hearts of the whole family, for Lingche, maybe he can't feel too much pain, but for Lingxi, it means unspeakable pain. "I'm sorry, I forgot for a while."

"It's okay, it's been so many years, and it's not something that can't be said." Grandpa comforted: "Tell me, what's wrong with you today, why did you suddenly become interested in these old things?" ”

Ling Che was stunned for a moment, and said: "I was investigating a case, and I accidentally involved an old case, and I felt that there were many suspicions, so I wanted to look for any clues from the past news." ”

"Oh? What kind of case is that, tell me about it, maybe I can help. Grandpa said.

"I want to check the Shengshi Group." Ling Che said: "I don't know if there were any major events that happened during that time in the years 93 years ago? ”

"Why do you want to check the Shengshi Group, isn't Xiang Ke from the Shengshi? Are you having a mess? Grandpa asked.

"No, it's not a big deal, it's just trying to find out my suspect's past relationship with the Shengshi Group." Lingche didn't want his grandfather to worry about him, so he tried to avoid the important when he spoke.

Grandpa obviously saw Lingche's careful thoughts, but he didn't deliberately expose her, but said: "The water in Shengshi is too deep, it's not so easy to check." When Qianxiang died, I also suspected that it had something to do with Shengshi, but after checking for a long time, I found nothing. ”

"Is the uncle's death also related to the prosperous era?" Lingche was surprised.

"We just suspect, we don't have evidence." Grandpa sighed and said, "Although Qianxiang has done a lot of wrong things, he commits suicide in fear of sin, which is really not like his style of dealing with people. Speaking of the old thing, a faint cloud of sadness appeared on Grandpa's face, "Regardless of anything else, just how heavy the burden and pressure Xixi has borne over the years for this old thing!" Her competitiveness is more or less related to her father's death. Although she sometimes doesn't think much about other people's feelings, she is your sister after all, and grandpa hopes that you can take care of it more. ”

"Grandpa, I understand." Lingche nodded.

"Good boy." Grandpa gently touched Lingche's head and said: "Back then, your uncle and the Shen family were very close, and the few properties he secretly bought outside were all given by the Shen family, even if he was guilty, at most he accepted bribes and deliberately covered them up, but in that case, the Shen family just took a son-in-law out and gave a light sentence, but your uncle died at home, which is unreasonable." I can probably only take these past events into the coffin, and I hope that you and Xixi will have the opportunity to dig out the truth of the matter one day. Speaking of sadness, Grandpa couldn't help but cough violently.

Lingche's heart couldn't help but be shocked, it turned out that there was such an unsolved case at home, and she faintly felt a little more sympathy for Lingxi. is also without a father, her father is a hero praised by everyone, but Lingxi rarely dares to mention her father in front of everyone. In the final analysis, she was just stumped by these past events, and thinking of this, she quietly had a new task in her heart: to overturn the case for the uncle!

It was already late when he returned home, and Lingche silently glanced at his phone, but there was still nothing. Xiang Ke didn't call, not even a text message to say hello. The round of bombardment during the day disappeared so quietly? Ling Che only felt very irritable in his heart, so he simply turned off his phone and threw it aside, no longer paying attention to whether Xiang Ke remembered him.

But lying in bed, I still can't sleep after tossing and turning. Familiar people were dangling in her mind like a movie, uncle, father, grandfather, Lingxi, Xiang Ke, Liu Can, Jia Rui and others floated through her mind one by one, but they couldn't figure out a clue. I wanted to get up and call Lingxi to borrow my grandfather's old newspaper, but I was just worried about seeing an empty mobile phone and gave up. I couldn't help but scold myself secretly in my heart: Su Lingche, you are really unproductive, don't people just ignore you for a day, as for it!

In fact, Xiang Ke's life was not easy all day. There were no important meetings, he just shut himself up and carefully studied the old newspapers. In the past ten years, these news have long been familiar to him, but he has found all the key points, except for a small supporting role, the person who once rescued his mother ashore. I always thought that he was a great benefactor who did good deeds without leaving a name, but I forgot that this person's suspicion was no less than that of any other passerby.

Always thinking that he would get the truth earlier than Ling Che, he would care so much about this pile of old newspapers, even if Liu Can noticed the truth, it would be better than being discovered by Ling Che! At least for now, he is not sure enough to protect her, how can he bear to push her under the dangerous wall?

There were so many things to think about in the day, and by the time he suddenly realized that there was something in his notebook that Lingche didn't want to see, it was already late at night. He hurriedly canceled the call forwarding, turned on his phone, and found that Ling Che had finished calling the year for a whole day.

While laughing, she was really a silly girl, and hurriedly dialed back, only to find that the other party had turned off the phone. A worry that has never been felt before suddenly hit his heart, Lingche won't be unable to think about it, right?

Unable to contact Lingche, he had to drive downstairs to her house again. Seeing from afar that the light in her room was still on, his heart was much more steady. It's just that this girl, turn off the phone and gamble with him, she must not feel good! Rushing up to explain to her in such a hurry will inevitably alarm the master, and I'm afraid it's not good. But if you don't explain, with the stubbornness of this stupid girl, will you still sleep this night?

After thinking for a long time, Xiang Ke took out a flute from the trunk, sat under the cherry blossom tree, and blew softly at the moon. Melodious music accompanied by the sound of the flute echoed throughout the night sky.

"I live at the head of the Yangtze River,

Jun lives at the end of the Yangtze River;

I don't see you every day,

Drink the water of the Yangtze River.

When will this water stop?

When has this hatred ended?

I only wish your heart would be like my heart,

It will live up to the love. ”

Lingche was tossing and turning in bed and couldn't sleep, and suddenly heard the sound of a flute, like crying and complaining, lingering, and he felt relaxed and happy. I couldn't help but sit up and follow the sound to look out the window.

Under the bright moonlight, a person, a flute, and the lonely shadow were covered with a hazy mystery by the moonlit night.

Ling Che stared blankly at the person who was playing the flute for him downstairs, and suddenly his heart fluttered, and he forgot the troubles in his heart for this day. It seems that in this world, the world is independent, and only the two of them are left, and this lingering music.

After a long time, Ling Che put her head back, lay on the bed, took out her mobile phone, and carefully looked at the greetings sent to Ke during the shutdown, regardless of whether he was sincere or false, she accepted it all as she could, but simply replied: "I'm not angry, I'm sleeping, you can go back." I closed my eyes, and with the sound of the gentle music, I really fell asleep.

It's rare to have no dreams all night, Lingche stretched, got up from the bed, suddenly remembered something, hurriedly ran to the window, secretly opened the corner of the curtain and looked out, but didn't see the familiar figure, and a trace of loss quietly passed through his heart. I don't know what time Xiang Ke left last night, will he be complained about being so disturbant?

In a trance, my mother was already knocking on the door outside: "Lingling, if you don't get up again, you're going to be late for work." ”

"Oh, here it is." Just hurriedly put away his thoughts, put on his slippers, and opened the door, but saw that in the restaurant, Xiang Ke was helping his mother fiddle with the tableware in a decent manner. Hearing the sound of her opening the door, he quietly raised his head, and a smile hung on his lips: "Come over when you're done washing, and try my handiwork." ”

Ling Che wanted to reply to him, have I forgiven you? But when he saw his mother beside him, he didn't say anything, so he just glared at Ke fiercely, shook his head, and went into the bathroom.

After washing, the dining table was already set, and the mother and Xiang Ke were sitting there chatting about speculation. Lingche pursed his lips, found a good place to sit down, picked up a sandwich and nibbled on it, but accidentally knocked over Xiang Ke's milk.

The mother sighed beside her while cleaning up: "You girl, what's wrong with the early morning, reckless." ”

"Didn't you sleep well last night?" Xiang Ke said.

"That's right." Ling Che gritted his teeth and glared at Ke, "Someone was crying wolf outside in the middle of the night, why didn't the property drive him away, it's really too disturbing to the people." ”

"I think it was good music yesterday." But my mother praised: "I can hear that the player has a certain foundation, and the song is getting longer and longer, and I fell asleep with that sound." It seems that he is really old, and his aesthetic is different from that of you young people. ”

"I'm full, I'm going to work." Lingche put down the dishes and chopsticks, grabbed the handbag, and walked out.

"This kid." Mother shook her head and looked at Ke helplessly.

Xiang Ke smiled awkwardly and said, "Auntie, you eat slowly, I'll send Lingling to work." With that, he politely stood up and chased after him.