At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhou Jingrun returned to Jinfuyue.

Jiang Jianing had already bathed Xiaoyudian and was telling her a bedtime story.

Zhou Jingrun pushed open his daughter's room, and the door opened.

Xiaoyudi obediently lay on the pillow, "Mom, can you tell me the story of the flower fairy Niangniang?"

Jiang Jianing paused.

Xiaoyudian poked Snow White in Jiang Jianing's hand with her finger, "I can carry it!" The forest is inhabited by Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs......

Jiang Jianing smiled, "Now I'm going to tell you a bedtime story."

She put the book at the head of the bed, turned off the wall lamp, and lay beside her on the side of the bed, "Then I'll tell you a story about The Nutcracker."

Zhou Jingrun slowly closed the door.

After Zhou Jingrun washed up in his room, Jiang Jianing also coaxed Xiaoyudian to sleep and walked out of the children's room.

Zhou Jingrun: "The guest room is still your ......"

"I'll go back." Jiang Jianing went to the sofa and picked up his bag, glanced at the time on his phone, "Go back to Long Island."

Her eyes met Zhou Jingrun, "Go back to Xue Rin'an."

Zhou Jingrun looked at her transparent eyes, so he didn't ask any more, turned around to look for the car keys, "I'll send you there."

Jiang Jianing put on his coat, put one hand in his pocket, and spread out the other, "I'll go by myself, and the car will lend me."

Before Jiang Jianing went out, he pulled his hand to the red scarf hanging on the hanger, and when his hand touched the soft cashmere touch, he paused again, not wearing a scarf.

Dead.

Jiang Jianing came to Long Island, did not ring the doorbell, and directly entered the villa with fingerprint recognition.

The villa was dark and there were no lights.

Jiang Jianing walked in and saw a faint light in the west hall on the other side of the wine cellar.

The man sat at the table.

In front of him was a bottle of wine, two wine glasses.

His figure seemed to be condensed into a sculpture, quietly looking out of the glass into the dark night, and the light of a few street lamps shone dimly in the dark trees.

Jiang Jianing walked over, pulled out a chair, and sat down beside him.

Xue Rinan turned his head sideways and looked at her.

"Why did you get back?"

"I'll be with you."

Jiang Jianing pulled a wine glass and poured himself a glass of wine, "Have you been to the police station?"

Just this one sentence, it goes without saying.

Xue Rin'an: "She's dead, drowning."

The body was found in the moat of a county town more than a hundred kilometers from City C.

After the salvage, a basic autopsy has been done.

There were multiple contusions on his body, and it could be seen that he had been subjected to violent treatment before his death, but the medical examiner finally determined that he died about two days ago because water had entered his lungs and he had drowned after nasal congestion and breathing for a long time.

"Where's Zhao Kuo?" Jiang Jianing suddenly thought of this person.

Xue Rin'an did not answer.

After a long time, he stood up and drank the wine from his glass.

"Let's go, it's time to sleep."

He picked up Jiang Jianing from the chair, and the two of them went up the stairs one after the other and entered the bedroom.

Take a bath and go to bed.

Even before going to bed, Xue Rin'an went to help her warm a glass of milk.

"Ah Shen said that you will continue to drink Chinese medicine for a while after the New Year," Xue Rin'an gently wiped the white milk stains from the corners of her mouth with her fingers, "I'll take you to Aunt Fang."

"Okay." Jiang Jianing looked up at him.

He looked down and kissed her on the lips, "Good night."

Turn off the sconce.

The room was plunged into pitch darkness.

In the dark, Jiang Jianing looked sideways at Xue Rin'an's side face, and was relieved to hear that his breathing was steady.

Perhaps, he really didn't have anything to do, she was thinking too much.

Xue Rin'an didn't actually fall asleep.

One kept popping up in his brain

Some pictures.

Those pictures made him a little unclear whether it was reality or a dream.

He must still be awake.

It was a barren meadow, and the little ball rolled into the dirt, and a little boy with a tiger's head ran over to pick it up, and he suddenly stopped.

He heard the conversation in the mouths of the servants who were weeding.

"Have you heard of it? That little master of our family, Keren."

"I also heard people say that everyone who knew about it at that time was silenced, saying that our young grandmother was pregnant with twins, but somehow, the other five-month-old fetus stopped, and finally gave birth to such one."

"Because of this, I hurt my uterus and can't get pregnant."

The ball fell to the dirt with a thud.

"You long-tongued women! What nonsense! The master hasn't said anything yet, it's your turn to chew the root of your tongue?" The driver, Lao Liu, passed by, heard the words of those people, and yelled at several maids.

When the servants looked back and saw the little boy, they were so frightened that they instantly disappeared like birds and beasts.

The little boy was left alone in the mud where the setting sun was falling, and the setting sun stretched his shadow very long, like a monster.

The scene turns.

Bang.

With a loud bang, it seemed that the air between heaven and earth was trembling.

After the car was destroyed and the boy's head buzzed, his eyes fell into darkness, and he could feel a warm paste on his face, and as far as he could see, a large area of wet and warm red obscured his vision, and also fell on the driver in the driver's seat in front of him.

Outside the car, there was a little girl's immature voice, "Is there anyone? Can you hear me?"

The little hand, which had been stained with blood, reached through the shattered window glass and touched the sleeve of his shirt.

"I'm going to call someone!"

In the pale corridor of the hospital, the operation begins and ends, and the entire corridor is filled with busy figures.

The boy's head was wrapped in white gauze and he appeared to be lying unconscious on the bed.

He heard the nurse say, "The car accident was terrible...... The drivers all died on the spot, and that child was really fatal, and he picked up a life."

He opened his eyes and saw Xu Shiying sitting on the edge of the bed.

Scene rotation.

Ye Zhilan stumbled over and hugged him in his arms, tears flowed down his neck, crying uncontrollably, "Your father is dead, what should I do...... What are we going to do......

He was firmly held in his mother's arms, and he could feel the shiver and heartbreak of his mother's body.

He hugged his mother's back, "Mom, you and me."

Scene rotation.

It was a green field, a soccer league organized by several universities and schools, and Xue Rin'an had never been interested in this kind of big game, he stood outside the fence with his pockets in his pockets.

At this moment, there was a commotion in the field.

Xue Rin'an saw a girl in a school uniform and skirt running in quickly carrying a medical box from the crooked iron bars, "Don't move! Don't hurt your bones, I'll call someone!"

Just because of that sentence, Xue Rin was in a trance for a long time.

Déjà vu.

It's a déjà vu that Xu Shiying has never felt.

Later at a birthday party, she was a piano accompanist.

She said her name was Nguyen Thanh Thu.

The scene rotates again.

He returned to the police station, the bright and cold morgue.

The man stood alone by the wall, his eyes resting on the name tag above the morgue.