double ring

But in a short while, it has turned around.

"Miss Qu's family"...

This is because you live here in seclusion, using a pseudonym to conceal your surname, isn’t it?Yes or no?

But if this is the case, how have you lived these past few years?

If so, where did Ji'er come from?

It turns out that deep down in my heart, I am so selfish, greedy and unwilling to be satisfied...

He went to Quanming that day, who would have expected that there would be today?The dead are dead, what is the living, according to common sense, no matter how reluctant she is, she can only pray for fate in the next life.I am not only sincerely gratified that she gave up the name of "Mrs. Zhan" to save the whole family, but also sincerely hopes that she can let go of the past, find another happiness, and live a happy and happy life.At that time, the heart was so sincere, and I wished to see her with my own eyes and have someone to accompany and take care of her, so I could feel at ease.

But once he was rescued and resurrected, he wanted to reunite the broken mirror and continue the frontier, secretly hoping that she would still be waiting for him at the same place.

Death is like a lamp going out, and the reunion today was unexpected. If she really stayed by her side, it would be really distressing; even if she had remarried, he would have no reason to complain.

But who knows, how much pain can obliterate infatuation?How long does it take to be unfeeling?

When her figure came into view, he wanted to remove the mask immediately to reveal his true face, and stepped forward to hug her in his arms.But can't.He didn't know exactly what happened.Maybe there is still tomorrow between them, or maybe, if you want her to live a peaceful life, you shouldn't let her know that Zhan Zhao has returned from the dead.

"Mother! Uncle sent me back!" Ji'er threw himself into her arms, pointed at Zhan Zhao and introduced with a smile.

"Send you back? Where have you been?" She looked at Ji'er strangely, then looked up at the neighbor's aunt and the thin strange man standing in front of the door.

The neighbor's aunt was rubbing the corner of her apron awkwardly, not knowing how to explain, Ji'er had already said in a resonant voice: "There are bad guys arresting me, uncle beat the bad guys away!"

The neighbor's aunt hurriedly added: "I made a mistake, and he disappeared. My family and a few neighbors went out to look for it, but there has been no reply. Thanks to this young man..."

Ding Yuehua thought of those rumors of child trafficking, his face turned pale instantly, and he was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat.She looked the child up and down, stepped forward a few steps, bowed and bowed: "Thank you benefactor!"

He hurriedly stepped forward to hold her arm and helped her up: "Please get up quickly! You don't have to!"

She was surprised to feel that his hands were trembling slightly, and she felt very strange.

He raised his head subconsciously, and saw a completely unfamiliar face in front of him, but what kind of expression was in his eyes? ——Joy, concern, surprise, and it seems that there is... an unconcealable ardent affection!She originally wanted to ask how Ji'er was rescued, but now she seemed to be caught up in this gaze, and she couldn't say a word.

"Engong seems to be tired from the journey, come to my house to have a cup of tea and rest!" The neighbor's aunt suddenly said.

Ding Yuehua came back to his senses: "That's right! You Lao Aunt Li, I'm not at home all day, there is no hot water in the house..."

"Why are the neighbors in the street so polite! When Ji'er's father comes back from work in two days, I will have to ask him to help me with my physical work!"

Ding Yuehua was taken aback when he heard the words, he was puzzled, but he didn't change his expression, but Ji'er asked repeatedly, "When will Daddy come back?"Ding Yuehua just led Engong into the door, but didn't answer Ji'er.

Aunt Li's words fell into Zhan Zhao's ears, but it was like pouring cold water on his head.He froze for a moment, then forced himself to follow her into Aunt Li's house.Just a few steps under my feet, but my heart has been overwhelmed.After thinking about it, he didn't know how to ask properly.

"Ma'am, is your surname Qu?"

Ding Yuehua nodded.Injustice, wronged injustice.

Zhan Zhao looked down at Ji'er, and said in a soft voice, "Is Ji'er two years old? This is the first time I've seen a child who is only two years old be so well-behaved and sensible."

"Huh? Where, Mr. Benedict has won the award." Ding Yuehua hesitated for a while, but finally said nothing else.In front of outsiders, why explain so clearly.She was happy that Ji'er looked younger in the eyes of others, even if someone recognized her and pursued the old case, it would be easy to hide it.

Zhan Zhao's heart continued to sink slowly.

Ding Yuehua arranged for him to sit down in the living room, and then went to the kitchen.Taking advantage of this time, Zhan Zhao picked up Ji'er and put him on his lap.Ji'er smiled and hugged his neck.

"Ji'er, can uncle ask you something?"

"what?"

"Does your father treat your mother well?"

The little guy shook his head blankly: "I don't know."

"Then, when you see your mother and your father together, is your mother always smiling? Or is she unhappy?"

"Hmm... Mother always laughs when she mentions Daddy to me!"

Ding Yuehua just walked in with tea.Zhan Zhao knew that she might have heard a few words, and thought to herself that it was impolite to talk about her family affairs behind her back, so she suddenly felt embarrassed and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Ji'er, your feet are lying like that, and uncle's clothes are dirty!"

"It's okay!" Zhan Zhao replied, taking the tea she had poured: "Thank you, Madam! You are welcome, Madam!"

Ji'er let go of Zhang Zhao obediently, and slid to the ground.

Zhan Zhao took a few sips of tea absently, then took out the small cloth bag: "Mrs. Qu, Jier likes this snack very much, let him eat." He knelt down and opened the cloth bag and handed it to Ji'er: "Share the food with your parents!"

The aroma of sweet-scented osmanthus cake permeated the air.The little guy was surprised: "Uncle, don't you keep it as a gift?"

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "If you can't find your relatives, it's the same as giving it to a friend. Ji'er and Niang are both uncle's friends!"

Ji'er thought it made sense: "Thank you uncle!"

Zhan Zhao smiled and stood up.

"Mother, eat it, it's delicious!" Ji'er quickly took out a piece.

She raised her head and thanked Zhan Zhao, but said to Ji'er, "Since it's delicious, let Ji'er eat it for mother."

Seeing that she didn't answer, Zhan Zhao was secretly disappointed, and really felt that this was not appropriate for Ji'er, so he couldn't help persuading: "This is Ji'er's wish, if Madam accepts it, he must be worse than eating it himself." Be happy. Also, it’s not a bad thing to teach him the habit of sharing from a young age.”

When Ding Yuehua heard the words, he thought about it for a while, but he followed suit, and stretched out his hand to take it.I taught Ji'er by myself, but I may not get the Dharma everywhere, but I don't even have anyone to discuss it. Thinking of this, Yuehua couldn't help but sighed.

This sweet-scented osmanthus cake seems to be softer and sweeter than what was sold in the Liji restaurant in Kaifeng back then.This dim sum was my favorite in the past, and I deliberately blackmailed him into buying it.Since when did you not eat it again?

It's a pity that this account has not been paid off.I still owe you a copy of "Peach Crisp from Pantaoyuan".I just don't know, do you still remember?Or, have you no longer cared about it?And what I really owe, the happiness and future I promised, it seems that I have no chance and qualification to pay you back.

The man smiled warmly, but seemed troubled: "Madam, take care! I'm leaving! Be more careful in the future!"

"Uncle, don't go!" Suddenly a small hand grabbed his sleeve, "Ji'er still wants to play with you!"

Smiling, he squatted down again, and lightly straightened the little guy's clothes, "Be filial to your parents. If there is a chance, uncle will come to see Ji'er again."

After saying that, he stood up with his hands on his knees, took a deep look at her, and said goodbye.

"Emperor!"

She involuntarily called out to him.

Zhan Zhao turned his head in doubt, and met her bewildered gaze.His lips pursed subconsciously, and the haunting word "moon" almost blurted out.

Her heartbeat suddenly missed a beat.A long-lost feeling came to my heart.She was taken aback by how she felt.Except for Zhan Zhao, there has never been another man who can make her feel so excited.She quickly lowered her eyes: "Engong, go slowly."

Ding Yuehua and Aunt Li sent them to the door.She stared blankly at the man leaving, feeling a sense of loss.It wasn't until his figure was completely out of sight that she realized that she hadn't even asked her benefactor's name.

Just now in the kitchen, what Aunt Li said made sense: "Don't blame me for mentioning Ji'er's father for no reason. I meant to tell that person. Although he sent Ji'er back, but you didn't find it? The eyes are unruly! I'm afraid that he will find out about your family's situation and start thinking about it..."

Thinking about it carefully, the man's behavior is quite different, especially the deep and complicated look in his eyes, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is offensive and disrespectful, it is really puzzling.The strange thing was that she sincerely believed that he was a good person for no reason, and she didn't think there was anything suspicious about him at all, and she didn't feel displeased by that out-of-the-ordinary gaze.Not only that, why did I feel so familiar with that person even though it was the first time I met him?even……

She sighed softly, held Ji'er's hand, said goodbye to her neighbors, and chatted casually as she walked into her own house.

"Jier seems to like this uncle very much?"

The little guy nodded vigorously.

"What did uncle tell you?"

"He asked me how old I was, but I didn't remember."

Yuehua smiled, turned around and closed the door: "Do you remember now?"

Ji'er nodded: "I'm two years and twelve months old!"

Yuehua rubbed the top of his hair, bent down and looked at him: "Twelve months old, that is, one year older. Do you remember eating noodles a few days ago? Ji'er, you are already three years old !"

The little guy blinked ignorantly, and suddenly realized: "Oh, I forgot!"

Ding Yuehua put away the dried clothes one by one.The men's clothing was turned inside out, and it was a clear blue skirt with a snow-white neckline.He usually likes to wear that blue dress very much, and now he has remade it for him. When he dies in a few days, burn it and send it over.

It's strange to say that I have gradually gotten used to the days without Zhan Zhao, although the grief is unspeakable, but my heart is calm.But I don't know why, since this year's Zhongyuan, he has suddenly been restless and worried all the time, as if Zhan Zhao is going out into danger.I really don't know what happened to me.