The river is about to burn the mountain

After the rather silent dinner, Ji Qiuhan went to the kitchen to cut fruit. The nanny wanted to help, but he declined politely.

In the living room, He Lan worriedly looked at Ji Qiuhan in the kitchen.

"You two are so busy every day, it's hard to find time to have a meal at home together, why are you beating your child?!"

"Shouldn't he be fighting for those bastard things he did?"

Li Guoyi had a cold face, his anger still lingering. "It's because you have been too used to him since you were a child that he has such courage!"

"What are you attacking me for? How did Xiaohan do such an asshole!" Ms. He Lan suddenly became unhappy: "I am used to him, so I am also used to your temper of beating people at every turn? It's all my fault, Director Li just Beat me too!"

"Tsk...!" Li Guoyi really couldn't do anything about this wife who regarded him as a treasure. "...Nonsense! You are getting more and more childish, when did I ever touch a finger of yours?"

He Lan's ability to stay young for so long is naturally inseparable from the doting that Li Guoyi has held in the palm of his hand for decades.She also knows that her husband has long regarded Xiaohan as his son in his heart, and will not get angry easily.Soft white hands gently pinched the shoulder of the iron bread man beside him.

"...Okay, okay, why did you get so angry this time?"

"Not angry,"

Li Guoyi shook the newspaper in his hand, but his eyes didn't fall on it, and he sighed silently after a while. "After all, it was because of that case."

He Lan's hands froze for a moment, and he understood everything at once.

"...Then...there are clues to the case?"

"No." Li Guoyi shook his head: "That person just looks a little like Zhao Yonglin. I had someone check it out a long time ago, and I didn't tell him because I was afraid he would be disappointed. Unexpectedly, this kid went by himself."

He Lan didn't know what to say for a moment, frowned and sighed, Li Guoyi didn't know that she was distressed, and put his steady arm around his wife's shoulder comfortingly.

The small garden in front of the villa is exquisitely and romantically cared for by the hostess, the moonlight melts, and there is a tranquil beauty in the breeze.

He Lan straddled his arm for a walk.

"Your uncle's temper is like that. He was brought out from the army. He cares about others but doesn't say anything. He is more anxious than anyone else if something happens to you..."

"Does it hurt?" He Lan said and wanted to check the injury on his back, "Hey, Aunt Lan..." Ji Qiuhan hurriedly stopped him.

"It doesn't hurt, it's fine."

He Lan tried medicine in the room but failed. Seeing that the child was not allowed to look at her, she felt that the injury was serious, and her heart ached.Ji Qiuhan didn't dare to block it with force, so he had to coax and persuade him again, and finally got the ointment back from the woman's hand without a trace.

"...You child! Why are you so awkward? When was it not me who gave you medicine when you were young?"

Ji Qiuhan heaved a sigh of relief, his expression was rare and gentle, he stretched out his hands to gather the woman's shawl.

"Yes, then let Aunt Lan look distressed. The uncle was even more fierce next time." Without waiting for the woman to speak, he said immediately: "If Aunt Lan really hurts me, she will go back to the house. If I sneezed twice in a while, I would not only suffer from these two..."

He Lan made a gesture to hit him, but she didn't slap him in the end. Instead, she turned her hand and adjusted the collar of the young man lovingly.When we met for the first time, the child in front of me was still so skinny and small. She coaxed her for a long time before she was willing to hold her hand, but in the blink of an eye, she had already grown taller than her.

"... Poor mouth, we Xiaohan have really grown up."

He Lan had just flown back from Moscow today, and he was indeed a little tired, but he still gave him several instructions carefully. Ji Qiuhan listened patiently, answering one by one, and finally watched the nanny accompany the person back, and he finally Turn around and drive.

When he was sure he was out of He Lan's sight, Ji Qiuhan's stiff back was finally relieved.

He opened the door and sat in the car, gradually returning his muscles from a tense state to a controllable feeling, his icy white forehead was already faintly sweating.

Ji Qiuhan took out the cigarette case from his pocket, but his finger that lit the cigarette couldn't stop shaking.

He knew that the moment he came out of the detention center in the afternoon, the red layer in front of his eyes would catch up.

"Xiaohan, Zhao Yonglin has been on the A-level arrest warrant for 16 years. There is no trace of Zhao Yonglin. We don't have any direct evidence except a photo. ... I know you have been unable to let go these years, but you are still young and have a bright future. If you ..."

In the study room, Li Guoyi's last silence and sigh, the face of the yellow vest in the detention center, they together are like an iron axe, violently splitting a corner of the black box in Ji Qiuhan's mind.

It seemed that the overflowing blood was slowly flowing down the tiny blood vessels to Ji Qiuhan's eyes, and the vision outside the car window, starting from the surroundings, was gradually covered with a thin layer of red blood mist.

The silver Lexus drove all the way from the suburbs to the Shenhu Expressway, not in the direction of returning to the apartment. After two huge thunderclaps, there was a sudden downpour of rain in the night.

The wipers swung back and forth hastily and frantically,

Like hypnotic pointers.

It rewinds Ji Qiuhan's time back to that rainy night 16 years ago, and the mottled heavy rain overlaps in front of the eyes of time and space...

In the pouring rain, by the side of the dark road, a young boy was walking forward in anger, and a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old was chasing him.

"Xiaohan! Don't make trouble anymore! It's raining so hard, go home with my sister first!"

But the boy didn't listen to the girl's persuasion, he angrily shook off the girl's hand, "Leave me alone! Go and marry that rapist!!"

The boy walked in the heavy rain without returning,

Ji Qiuhan seemed to be following behind them, he looked at himself and Ji Xia 16 years ago.

And as the boy walked away, the layer of red in front of Ji Qiuhan's eyes suddenly accelerated and approached, and the closer it got, the more intense it became. The girl's thin back became smaller and smaller in Ji Qiuhan's field of vision, and Ji Xia ran away...

Ji Qiuhan subconsciously stepped on the accelerator to chase, and the silver car speeded up in an instant in the heavy rain and rushed out.

And just in front of him chasing, under the heavy rain, a black car stopped beside the siblings. Ji Qiuhan saw the window of the car was lowered, and a hand was stretched out from the window to light a cigarette. Suddenly dark.

Afterwards, the young him and Ji Xia got into the black car,

No…! ! !

Ji Xia! !Don't get in the car! !

Ji Qiuhan's eyes were completely scarlet like a manic beast, he couldn't make a sound, he was as powerless as he was 16 years ago, he looked at the road where the torrential rain was pouring 16 years ago, it was as dark as tonight, and there was no end.

"boom"!With a loud noise, the speeding Lexus rushed directly to the green belt and hit the indicator post after making a strange turn. The impact sound was sudden and violent in the heavy rain.

White smoke rose, and the front hood of the co-driver was completely dented and deformed. I can't imagine if it was shifted a little bit to the main driver...then there is no need to call 120.

But the young man who was driving didn't seem to realize at all how he had just passed by the god of death just now, he stumbled out of the car in a daze.

The sound of several brakes pierced the air, and since the speed of the car on the highway soared suddenly, the two black cars that had not dared to disturb him stopped immediately.

Several men in black came down quickly and inspected the young man carefully from head to toe. After confirming that there was no obvious trauma, they breathed a sigh of relief in fear.

Fang Bei's heart was hanging in his throat all the way, and he was scared to death by the car accident just now. After all, Jiang Zhan's words, "He has an accident, so you can be buried with him." No one thought it was a joke.

While holding an umbrella for the young man, he shouted: "Mr. Ji! It's raining too much, get in the car first!"

Perhaps it was the violent impact just now that made Ji Qiuhan briefly escape from the nightmare, Fang Bei supported him, and walked towards the bench on the side of the road with deep and shallow feet.Seeing that the man was unwilling to get in the car, Fang Bei didn't dare to use force, so he had to follow him half way and half help him.

"...Yes! It's the subordinate's dereliction of duty! Mr. Ji is fine..."

Fang Bei looked desperate, and handed over the phone, Ji Qiuhan frowned and stared at it for a while, without moving.

Fang Bei had no choice but to say: "Mr. Ji, it is the young master who is looking for you."

When Ji Qiuhan answered the phone, the thunderous anger on the other side was still there.

He said, "Jiang Zhan, I want to see you..."

The overwhelming rain intensified, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the leaves, signboards, and asphalt roads, making loud noises, pulling the timeline dense and lengthy in my ears.

Ji Qiuhan was sitting on the ground, leaning against the bench with his tall and thin back in the past, his shirt was completely soaked, he lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking, while Fang Bei, who was holding an umbrella beside him, was more heartbroken than Polar Night. cold.

I don't know how much time passed, the red color gradually faded, and the blurred vision lifted slightly with the flickering headlights.

In the heavy rain, Fang Bei was kicked to the ground by Jiang Zhan who got out of the car, and Jiang Zhan roared in his ears: "What the hell are you doing?! Go get the blanket!!"

Yi Qian's muddy trouser legs were still rolled up on his calf, and he went to get it from the trunk regardless of the heavy rain.

Jiang Zhan enveloped him with a big hand. In the coldness and chaos, only Jiang Zhan's lips were warm, "Don't be afraid, let's go home."