Life doesn't seem to have changed.

If Ji's mother didn't have a whim to see her son.

Any mother's understanding of her children is always deep in the bone marrow.

With just one glance, Ji's mother knew that her son had changed.

“…… Cloud Garden? She shouted his name with some trepidation.

The two were dining.

Ji Yunting raised his head and smiled: "What's the matter, Mom?" ”

Mother Ji's hands trembled a little, and she said softly, "...... If you don't want to laugh, don't laugh. ”

Ji Yunting was stunned for a moment, still hooking his lips: "What are you talking about?" ”

Mother Ji put down the tableware in her hand: "What happened?" ”

Ji Yunting's face remained unchanged, and he slowly swallowed the food in his mouth.

"Nothing, you don't have to worry." He lowered his eyes, and Ji's mother couldn't see her son's expression clearly.

"Then you can go out with me to buy something later."

Ji Yunting shook his head: "No, wait a minute, I have to play the game." ”

Mother Ji frowned: "It's just a game, can't you go later?"

"No, I'm going to wait for someone." Ji Yunting was very persistent.

Mother Ji sighed. She looked at her son: "If something happens, you must tell me." ”

"Mom."

Ji Yunting suddenly called out to her, and he asked seriously, "How did you feel when Dad left back then?" ”

Mother Ji was stunned.

She looked at her son, "Why do you suddenly ask this?" ”

"A little curious."

Mother Ji looked a little melancholy: "Probably...... It's just that the sky is falling, I don't understand what I'm going to do next, I feel like I'm missing that person, and everything is gone. ”

Ji Yunting listened quietly, and only said at the end: "Then you still married Uncle Qin in the end." ”

He seemed to be asking Ji's mother, and he seemed to be just muttering: "So fast, did you forget your father?" ”

"I haven't forgotten your father."

Ji's mother said: "No matter how deep the pain is, it will pass, and there will always be new people in life." ”

Ji Yunting gave her a bowl of soup and handed it over, and smiled when she heard it: "Maybe." ”

But in his heart he was saying to himself, no.

Don't say a year, another year, another decade.

He felt like he couldn't get over it.

The heart is so big, and it is stuffed by one person. Where can you make room for someone else?

Seeing off his mother, Ji Yunting fell asleep.

He dreamed of Ah Zhao, the other party was on the plain where the two first met, she was still the same cold and indifferent appearance, but she would show him a happy smile.

"Ji Yunting, you must come to me." She held out her hand to him.

He wanted to grab her, but before he could touch her, the figure of that person suddenly turned into a little star, and as soon as the wind blew, it dispersed.

He woke up from his dream, four o'clock in the morning.

Lately, sleep has been getting lighter and lighter.

Ji Yunting sighed, rubbed the corners of his sore forehead, and sat on the bed in a daze.

In the dark, alone, loneliness will be infinitely magnified.

Those emotions that were deliberately forgotten during the day suddenly exploded, and the tide swallowed people like a tide.

Ji Yunting grabbed the pajamas in his heart, only to feel that the place seemed to be twisted together, and even his breathing was torn with pain.

"Ah Zhao...... Ah Zhao ......"

He whispered the name.

This man's voice and smile replay in his mind all the time.

A drop of ice-cold liquid hits the quilt.

“…… I miss you. ”

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Today's fourth watch is over.

See you in the early morning.

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