When Ji Youlan returned home, the door was closed, and the intelligent system of the whole house automatically turned on the lights.

The excitement of the whole day is gathered in tranquility.

Today is very happy, and celebrating a birthday always means harvest.

But she sat on the stool-changing stool in the hallway, and suddenly lost the strength to make any movements.

He was in the elevator with Zong Ji just now, and the next second after saying goodbye, his mobile phone rang.

When the elevator door closed, Ji Youlan vaguely heard the two sentences he said on the phone, it was his mother calling.

The child's birthday is the Mother's Good Friday.

Two people born on the same day.

Zong Ji is trying to dissipate that suffering.

And the price of suffering to Ji Youlan is that her mother died because of giving birth to her.

She also wished that she could get a call from her mother, even if it was just to listen to the voice.

Ji Youlan exhaled a long breath and stopped the surging emotions.

She wants to hear, or even see, and she can.

Twenty-five years ago, enough to leave images that have survived to this day.

I used to resist watching it, but today I want to think about it too much.

Ji Youlan went upstairs to the study and turned on the computer, and the encrypted folder named "Lanlan Life Events" opened, and there were many videos inside.

From promotion to graduation, from marriage to childbirth, plus the birthday of seven to thirty.

Click on the "Twenty-Five" section, and the screen pauses in the first frame.

The background is in a hospital bed, and the woman in the shot is wearing a hospital gown, her face is pale, and when she laughs, the maternal glow blooms warmly.

This is a video recorded by Ji Youlan's mother shortly after giving birth to her.

The condition of her birth was very bad, the fetus was not full-term, it was dissected ahead of schedule, and the baby Ji Youlan lived in the incubator for six weeks to save her life.

The mother was admitted to the ICU after surgery, and was hung for a month by instruments, but finally died.

Ji Youlan didn't hear rumors when she was a child, especially the evil and unaware Mowgli children's sayings, "You are a child without a mother" and "Your mother died to give birth to you".

She would always cry and go home to Ji Shanquan and ask him why he didn't have a mother.

At that time, I didn't understand, these words were ripping out her grandfather's heart.

Under the grape trellis in the backyard of the Ji family's old house, she was lying in Ji Shanquan's arms, listening to a story about the stars in the sky, "Xiao Jiu's mother is the guardian saint in the sky, no matter when, the brightest one when you look up is Xiao Jiu's mother." ”

After the enlightenment of astronomical knowledge, she knew that the so-called brightest star was not fixed, and that set of words could no longer coax her.

Her grandfather loved her very much, and the children without a mother lived happily.

Ji Youlan muted and only looked at the picture.

Twenty-five years ago, the picture quality is very flawed today.

The natural filter of the times, covering life and death, has the right to connect the mother and daughter who have never seen each other.

Ji Youlan hugged her knees and curled up in the wide single sofa, looking for a sense of solitude.

Most of the characteristics of the mother on the screen are inherited from her sister, and her appearance is more with her father, especially her eyes.

The pair of bright eyes that were praised by the public for being inherently affectionate and charming, and were also regretted that there was no successor, and the genetic information was inherited to Ji Youlan.

The video was only less than two minutes, and it was quickly frozen at the end, Ji Youlan was stunned, her voice was soft and timid, and she called: "Mom......"

F10 turned off the mute, and after a new one, Ji Youlan didn't dare to press it to start.

The right hand hanging until it could no longer support the trembling, knocked down the space, and the voice from her mother flowed:

"Lanlan, it's your birthday again, you're twenty-five years old this year, mom wishes you a happy birthday, and most importantly, good health. Who are you spending your birthday with? The grapes in my grandfather's backyard are ripe, do you like to pick grapes the most, can't you be greedy? ”

"Hey, mom always forgets that you have grown up, and it's a pity that I can only accompany my Lan Lan to grow up to six years old."

"Is the work going well lately? If you have something to worry about, tell your mother, and your mother can hear it. ”

"Are you married this year? Is grandpa in a hurry? Mom was already married to your dad when she was your age. My daughter's vision is higher, if my grandfather urges you, I will go to find him in his dreams. ”

"Mommy loves you forever."

The supreme love was opened after years of sealing and circulated in the space where Ji Youlan was.

If she ignores some words, she can lie to herself, and she can also be called Lanlan, which is also her gift.

But she's not a blind fool.

Listen to it again masochistically.

Can't figure it out.

Mom, since you love that Lanlan so much, why did you give me this word?

Gave birth to me...... Do you have any regrets?

Ji Youlan let the video play automatically over and over again.

She is despicable, she copied the video of her sister without authorization, and deceived herself into receiving those love that crossed time and space but did not belong to her in front of "Lanlan".

The phone is set to Do Not Disturb, and the ringtone that rings at this time means that it is after calling three times.

Ji Youlan wiped her face and connected it after seeing the caller ID.

Only one person in the world knows that she will not be happy on her birthday.

Fang Jue's voice seemed to come from the Skyclave, with a strong sense of comfort: "Xiao Jiu." ”

She spoke, crying uncontrollably, and reluctantly said "um".

"Don't cry, Xiao Jiu, I'm downstairs with you."

Ji Youlan walked to the south-facing floor-to-ceiling window and looked down at Fang Jue standing under the street lamp.

Lone Tall's figure was shrouded in a warm yellow light, and it was for her.

"If you want to cry, at least let me be by your side."

Ji Youlan went downstairs directly on her slippers, and when Fang Jue saw her come out, she extinguished the burning cigarette.

In a moment, her suppressed emotions had a foothold.

Let's still ask first: "Why are you here, Fang Yi is at school?" ”

"Probably so."

Cardamom Bay and Nineteenth Middle School are two directions, he got off the car halfway, asked the driver to send Fang Yi, and took a taxi to come here.

Fang Jue raised his hand and touched the top of her hair, "Xiao Jiu, Fang Yi is very important, you are no less important than her." ”

"I know."

Choosing one of the two with Fang Yi is too unreasonable to think.

Ji Youlan stepped forward and lowered her head and landed on his shoulder, "Fang Jue, thank you for coming." ”

She couldn't talk to anyone else about her emotions tonight.

They all lied to her, and although her mother was not there, her mother loved her.

They all thought they could keep cheating.

When Ji Youlan was seventeen years old, twenty-three-year-old Miao Lan got engaged.

Ji Miao's two families have not been in contact for a long time because of the past.

But it has nothing to do with juniors, biological sisters, no one can break off their brotherhood, not to mention that Miao Lan has always loved her sister.

The Ji family only went to Ji Youlan.

At the ceremony, the blessing from the deceased mother was played, and when the audience was moved, Ji Youlan couldn't make any reaction.

She had never seen such a vivid and vivid mother, and she had never seen her mother gently bless her life events.

It was the first time she had clearly felt that the difference between loving and not loving was so stark.

Later, she found all the footage from Miao Lan's computer, copied it and didn't let anyone know, and she didn't have the courage to watch it herself.

She was really scared, all the blue blue was the blue of Miao Blue.

After Fang Jue rescued her, her trust in him reached an unparalleled height.

More importantly, they share the same disease.

When she plucked up the courage to click on the first video, Fang Jue was by her side.

Not surprisingly, not her blue.

She said in frustration that she was not loved by her mother, and he told her: "Ji Youlan, you have a lot of love, and there will be more and more in the future." ”

When you are young and ignorant, such words are more touching than confession.

Now twenty-five years old, Ji Youlan still can't get out of the predicament of "my mother doesn't love me", but Fang Jue will take the initiative to come to her.

She calmed down, her head on Fang Jue's shoulder was raised, and when she looked into his eyes, she felt a little sad for no reason: "Fang Jue, don't let go easily." Someday, my grandfather, they-"

Before he finished speaking, Fang Jue's mobile phone rang.

He took it out and glanced at it and hung up directly, and soon called again.

Ji Youlan saw that it was a string of numbers without remarks, "Is it the driver who sent Fang Yi, you can pick it up." ”

Fang Jue walked to the side and connected the phone, and Ji Youlan only heard a few vague "um" and "okay".

"Xiao Jiu, I still have some things, it's late, you go up first."

Ji Youlan could only guess that he was in a hurry to leave for Fang Yi, and asked with rare persistence: "Is it the driver's phone, Fang Yi has something?" ”

Fang Jue snorted.

"I'll have someone send you there."

"No need." Fang Jue refused, "Last sentence, happy birthday." ”

Ji Youlan watched Fang Jue leave, thinking of the string of numbers he had just seen.

She sat down on a bench next to the streetlamp, jotted down the numbers in her memo and searched the address book, not anyone she knew.

How can there be such suspicions?

Ji Youlan reacted and laughed.

If it really gets to the point of mutual suspicion, she will not be able to stand herself first.

Nineteen sub-top floors, Zong Ji stood on the south balcony for a long time.

I don't know if it was because the people in the property were confused or Fang Jue had misremembered Ji Youlan's house number, and Fang Jue's visitors asked to be transferred to him.

"There is a Mr. Fang Jue, looking for Miss Ji."

Love matters, what kind of righteous man and gentleman to talk about.

He could have ordered the security guards to ban Fang Jue from entering Cardamom Bay forever.

The blurted out reply was, "Let him in." ”

If what Ji Youlan needed for the time being was Fang Jue, and the power was handed over to him by mistake, he would not forcibly make her fall through.

Witnessed the whole process of their meeting, but only five minutes.

But a blunt knife cuts flesh for five seconds.

After Fang Jue left, Ji Youlan was still lingering outside, sitting on the bench for a long time.

Zong Ji grabbed his mobile phone and went down to the leisure reception area on the right side of the lobby on the first floor.

Outside the window was a low bush, and when he looked over, Ji Youlan's lonely back fell in his eyes.

The manager on duty hurriedly came over: "Mr. Zong, do you still have guests to come?" Do you need some refreshments for you? ”

"Don't worry, I'll sit down for a while." Zong Ji glanced at the people outside the window, and asked casually, "What's wrong with Miss Ji?" ”

"We don't know, just now Xiao Liu sent hot water and a shawl, and Miss Ji said that she wanted to stay by herself for a while."

"Go ahead."

There were magazines and chess cards on the display shelf next to him, and he took a game of Kong Ming chess played alone.

The pieces jump around, and the last remaining piece lands right in the middle.

Outside the window, the shadows of the trees floated, and the figures did not move like mountains.

Half an hour later, Zong Ji finished flipping through a third-rate financial publication, and Ji Youlan was still sitting there in a daze.

The wind is so strong outside, isn't she afraid of the cold?

What kind of waste is Fang Jue, come to see people and see people as sick again.

Zong Ji called the person from the property again, and the magazine in his hand was rolled into a tube and pointed at Ji Youlan outside: "Go tell Miss Ji that there are stray dogs at night and let her go home." ”

"Huh?" The property manager was stunned, "Sir, we usually manage inspections, and there will never be stray animals in the community." ”

"Go ahead."

The manager was calmed by his calm and unwavering attitude, this usually polite and polite master, but he was really not a master to be messed with.

The first two times I saw each other, they were accompanied by their big boss.

And the one outside, the manager had seen with his own eyes that he was frightened by Xiao Bomei, who was raised by another owner, eight feet away, tied to a rope.

What kind of enemy is this?

The manager didn't have the courage to ask why, so he did it according to the rules, trotted to the bench under the street lamp, bowed down and said, "Miss Ji, I'm sorry to disturb you." We recently spotted a stray dog scurrying around at night, do you want to go in first? ”

Fear is the highest priority emotion, and when Ji Youlan heard that there was an uncontrolled dog, she stood up in fright on the spot.

"Huh? Where is it? It won't bite. ”

The manager wiped the sweat from his head and kept a professional smile: "You don't have to be afraid, we will catch it as soon as it dawns tomorrow." The manager said, making a hand-to-hand gesture.

Ji Youlan spread her steps and walked back, as if a stray dog was immediately biting her skirt.

Entering the hall, the property manager's eyes glanced at the reception area on the right, and Zong Ji was gone.