Chi Jiao had an indifferent smile on her face from beginning to end, "Well, Dad, I'm a little tired, I want to go up and rest first." ”

"Okay, let's go." Chi Mingwei watched Chi Jiao go upstairs.

"Hmph, what's so tired, I think she can't read painting, so she has to go, right?" Chi Ze snorted.

Zhu Limin saw Chi Mingwei frowning unhappily, and hurriedly rushed in front of him and scolded Chi Ze, "Xiao Ze, you can't talk like that." ”

If you want to say it, at least you can't say it in front of Chi Mingwei, Chi Mingwei likes that little slut so much, and if you make Chi Mingwei angry if you talk too much, they will all be unlucky.

"Dad, don't worry about Ozawa, tell me quickly, do you like this painting?" Chi Yan hugged Chi Mingwei's arm and waited expectantly for his answer.

"Of course I like it, Yanyan, you have a heart." Chi Mingwei said, raising his hand and touching Chi Yan's head.

Chi Yan smiled, and her head rested on Chi Mingwei's shoulder obediently.

What if Chi Jiao is favored, she doesn't know her father's preferences, and she doesn't have the money to buy a pair of AN authentic works!

Everything is just the beginning, she will let Chi Jiao slowly understand the gap between them!

"Of course Yan Yan has a heart. Husband, I see that we quickly framed this painting and hung it in the living room. This is the real work of AN, if a guest comes to our house and looks at this painting, we will have light on our faces. Zhu Limin's eyebrows fluttered.

"Yes, this painting should be framed properly, otherwise it would be a pity to get dirty and damaged." Chi Ze said, his eyes stayed on the painting and he was reluctant to take it off.

The family smiled when they said this, happily looking for a picture frame, framing this ink painting, and hanging it in the most conspicuous position in the living room.

Chi Jiao was not interested in seeing the happy expressions of those people when they hung up her paintings, so she took an early shower and went to bed.

Early the next morning, I went to school early.

I didn't be able to go to school with my brother today, so Chi Jiao walked on the campus depressedly and passed by the teaching building of the senior class.

Chi Jiao had been fugue all the time, until she suddenly heard someone else's scream in her ear.

"Is that a person standing on the roof? Wait a minute...... How did you jump off? The terrified voices of the others followed, followed by a scream.

Chi Jiao subconsciously stopped and looked up at the roof.

With a whoosh, Chi Jiao vaguely saw a figure falling from the sky, accompanied by a loud bang, slamming on the marble floor in front of her.

Immediately afterwards, the crisp sound of broken bones broke into Chi Jiao's ears, and she watched as blood splattered and scattered, and a girl in a school uniform fell in a pool of blood like a butterfly with broken wings.

Of the splatters of blood, one of them fell on Chi Jiao's face.

On Chi Jiao's snow-white little face, the blood was like a bloodthirsty mandala, quietly blooming.

The moment she came into contact with the blood, a large piece of memory that did not belong to Chi Jiao appeared in front of her eyes.

It was the memory of the girl who jumped to her death, the dimly lit basement, the smell of blood and sweat, her body was covered in blood, and there was a man standing in front of her with a light on his back.

"Please, woo-woo-woo, let me go." There was a sad cry of the senior sister begging for mercy in her ears, Chi Jiao spied on this memory, and vaguely felt that the figure of the man who abused the female student looked familiar.

Without waiting for Chi Jiao to see it clearly, the memories of life carried by blood came to an abrupt end.

And all around her, there was already a mess.