"I'm sorry, I just came here, and I know only a few people, I really don't know what to do...... Enron. Qiqi put up the bracket of sunglasses with both hands and said seriously.

"It's okay, I can find it myself." Yu Anzhi smiled, and his tone was a little disappointed.

Qi Jiangao helped his son and went out slowly, Qiqi followed behind them, and when he left Yu Anzhi's sight, he lowered his eyes and smiled, Is Chen Anran? No one had mentioned the name in front of her for more than a hundred years.

Time can really wipe out a person's existence.

Yu Anzhi's eyes have been following Qiqi, eager to find any clues from her every move.

But for now, he still hasn't found anything.

Where did Chen Anran, who said goodbye at the beginning, go? Why can't I find her?

"Anzhi, you drive, I'm tired and want to rest for a while." Wu Weiji's eyes were empty, and he handed his friend the car keys, like a walking corpse without energy.

Focusing all his attention on Qiqi, Yu Anzhi forgot about his half-loud friend around him.

The bright red private car driving on the road is neither fast nor slow, which is very inconsistent with Wu Weiji's usual high-profile and flamboyant personality, and strangely, he does not have a noisy blind command.

With his eyes down, he clenched his right hand into a fist, his fist against his cheek, his elbow against the edge of the window, and quietly looked at everything that was whizzing by outside the window.

The afterglow reflected the side of his face, and the golden fluff could be clearly seen on the dark skin, and the eyes hidden in the shadows made Yu Anzhi unable to see the expression of his friend.

There was no intense DJ music, just a whirring breeze that silently ruffled his permed hair.

"Is it because of Aunt Qu?" At the rush hour after work, a long queue with flashing red lights was blocked in front of the intersection. While waiting, Yu Anzhi asked, with concern for his friend's current condition in his tone.

Wu Weiji didn't seem to hear his voice, still motionless and staring out the window in a daze.

"Teacher Jiang, it's too similar." He paused again and said slowly.

When they met, Qu Shengge, Wu Weiji's mother, had not yet died.

Born in a scholarly family, she is gentle and generous, beautiful and moving. Even if she later became a mother of two children, her dignified gestures and quiet mentality still made her charming.

treats his son's friends warmly and thoughtfully, and never dislikes the children of ordinary families.

Such a woman, when Yu Anzhi saw her for the first time, he was already amazed by her orchid-like character.

It's a pity that a wisp of incense is scattered with the wind, and the world is in a hurry for passers-by.

She didn't let her two children know about those darkest days. It wasn't until Wu Wei lifted the white cloth and saw his mother's thin corpse that it was too late.

A serious illness killed a woman, a death parting, and my friend almost advanced a lifetime of tears.

"You feel like it, too." Wu Wei turned his head and said in a low voice, there was no longer the abnormality in his eyes.

"Yes." Yu Anzhi, who started the car, nodded and comforted, "If life can be extended, how would you behave in front of Aunt Qu." ”

"Huh?" Wu Wei had a big doubt.

"Maybe Aunt Qu doesn't worry about you and wants to look at you through the eyes of others. You treat Teacher Jiang as Aunt Qu and let her see how you grew into a man who makes her proud. ”。

"It's really fake, my mom is still alive." Wu Wei said excitedly.