Chu Jiaojiao walked to the edge of the iron fence and looked at the scenery below.

The October wind was still soft, blowing on her body, and there was a feeling of comfort.

She stood on the flat top and blew for a while, looked at the scenery around her, and then turned her head to look at Jiang Ci, who had been standing there without moving.

Near the side of the house, a long wooden lean, made of the most primitive wood, polished and smooth, even after the wind and rain, still standing there firmly.

Chu Jiaojiao walked to the side of the bench and raised her hand to caress the wooden chair, the corners of her lips rippling.

She felt that this might be a symbol of Chu's father's love for Chu's mother, even if he was no longer alive, Chu's mother also remarried, leaving behind objects full of age as a memorial to their marriage.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Ci walked over, his eyes staring at her slender white fingers.

"Grandma, she hasn't come up to see it in a long time." Chu Jiaojiao opened her mouth with a gentle expression.

"Huh?"

"All the things here were made by my father for my mother back then, and it took too long for some things to disappear, but this wooden chair was fine, they sat on it at that time to enjoy the shade and chat, and the love at that time should be very pure."

"Do you envy that kind of feeling?" Jiang Ci pursed his lips slightly, staring at her clean face, and his voice was a little softer.

"Well, grandma's dad loves mom very much." Chu Jiaojiao muttered, "It's a pity that he died early, and later his mother also remarried, so it doesn't seem to be such an invincible love." ”

"Jiaojiao." Jiang Ci was a little emotional, walked over and hugged her, "We won't be like that, we will always be together." ”

"Will it?" Chu Jiaojiao raised her eyes, with a hint of hesitation and uncertainty in her dark eyes.

Her world in the book has no future.

"yes, it will." Jiang Ci nodded.

"Okay." Without too much of anything, Chu Jiaojiao hid her sense of loss and overflowed with a beautiful smile.

She dragged Jiang Ci to the bench and sat down, and then looked up at the stars above.

The emptiness of the countryside is always clear and wide.

Tonight's curtain is dark blue, and there are many stars on it, twinkling and twinkling, although it is not as shocking as what can be seen with Jiang Ci's telescope, but it is also extremely beautiful.

"Jiang Ci, why do you like to look at the stars?" Several times, he would take her to the room on the third floor to see the stars, and explain to her what they were and what they meant.

Jiang Ci looked at the woman who looked up at the emptiness, and a warm breath emanated between his noses.

"Because—" He tipped his thin lips, the color in his eyes suddenly becoming lighter, but like a cloud of smoke, it kept entanglement on her face.

"What?"

"Because someone told me that the stars represent longing, and if I have someone who I care about and can look up at the starry sky, then that person will appear in my dreams.

After listening to Jiang Ci's words, Chu Jiaojiao was a little shocked, this really didn't look like something Jiang Ci would do, nor like what he would do, so who was Ran Di who told him this?

"Sister Leshuang?" A figure crossed her mind, and she asked.

Except for Qin Leshuang, she couldn't imagine anyone else who was so important to him, and what he said could make him serve as the truth

Jiang Ci shook his head and replied in a deep voice, "No." ”

"That's ......" fanned her long eyelashes, Chu Jiaojiao had another answer in her heart again, and then heard the man's hoarse voice.

"My mother."