Ji Qing didn't think about what Situ Yi meant by "I came when I was a child", she was not in the mood to guess today.

Situ Yiyuan didn't know that this was the cemetery of Ji Qing's parents, but during the period after Situ Li was hospitalized, he investigated a lot of things, and when he saw the two familiar names, he remembered them.

In the early years, Situ Li came with him, and he hasn't been here since elementary school.

"I've never seen you."

"Because we never come on this day."

If you come, you will bump into the people of the Yin family.

Situ Yi also wanted to know, why did Situ Li bring him here in the past? Why didn't you come again? Does he have a private relationship with the Ji family?

Twenty years ago is too far away, and if people in the know don't tell it, many things can't be verified at all.

The fiery sunset was setting over the hill, and the moon hung in the sky on the other side.

It turned out that he had brought enough paper money to burn until the early hours of the morning, but because of the extra Situ Yi, he left faster than usual.

Ji Qing sat in the co-pilot of the car, closed his heavy eyelids, and gradually fell asleep.

She has moved out of the Yin family since she became an adult, and now lives alone in a high-end mansion in S City. There was a key in the bag, and Situ Yi easily entered Ji Qing's house.

Ji Qing slept very lightly, and she had already woken up from the moment Situ Yi hugged her.

"What do you want to talk about?"

Ji Qing said casually, not in a questioning tone. She knew that Situ Yi was going to say something about Bai Yun.

There are a lot of photos in the living room of Ji Qing's house, including the wedding photos of her parents; There are family portraits of her before she turned two and them; There are also those taken in the later years when Situ Yi was a model.

Situ Yi came to this place for the first time, and what Ji Qing took him to was a simple house converted from an abandoned factory.

"I always thought you were an orphan."

"I am." Ji Qing looked at the largest photo on the wall and said.

She is indeed a fatherless and motherless orphan, but not the kind of orphan who Situ Yi thought, homeless, embarrassed, and growing wantonly.

She doesn't like to go back to this home, there are a lot of memories here, and as soon as she steps into this home, she remembers the past. Those who are happy, those who are unhappy.

If she hadn't been clamoring for Ji Chengxing, who was busy with work, to help her make up for her birthday, he wouldn't have pushed off the company's affairs, their family wouldn't have gone out, wouldn't they have encountered the serial car accident carefully designed by others?

For many years, when Ji Qing remembered his willfulness when he was a child, his heart felt like there were thousands of knives cut through him.

That bloodless pain became a nightmare after falling asleep at midnight every day.

Ji Qing also thought about it, wanting to give up everything to live a good life, wanting to let the past drift away with the wind and be silent in the long river of time. But no, it really doesn't work......

She can't forget the tragic situation of the car accident back then, the blood is red and blood-red, it is simply hell on earth. The car they were driving was constantly rammed, again and again...... Even when the airbag was opened, she could see from the corner of her eye that the driver's body was deformed......

Ji Qing opened his eyes suddenly, suppressed the feeling of panic, and gave himself a glass of red wine.

"Bai Yun is innocent. She's not your target. ”

The topic turned quickly, but it was expected, and it did not cause the slightest surprise.

"You care about her?"

Ji Qing's eyes are sharp, like a black box that can probe into the depths of people's hearts.

"We're friends."

"Really?"

After Ji Qing asked rhetorically, he smiled to himself and drank the red wine in the cup.

She was wearing cargo pants and a black mid-sleeved T-shirt today, and her long hair was tied into a ball, a bit like she was in high school. Ji Qing put one foot on the edge of the table, and his movements were a little rude, which did not match the style of this room at all.

During her years outside, she developed a lot of habits that seemed "cheesy" to those in the so-called upper class, and sitting or not being one of them.

The night was dark, there were no servants in the mansion, and the small garden outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was overgrown with weeds.

Slowly, Ji Qing stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window step by step, and painted the appearance of the flower with his hands.