Red dates and wolfberry white moonlight

On the return plane?, Liu Xia also explained to Lin Jian why? At first he said that Li Yichen should not be cared about, but later he emphasized in private that he must keep a distance.

"Li Yichen didn't know where he heard about it. He said that you are Mr. Jian's son. Maybe it was because a financial backer fell through last time, and he wanted to put his idea on you?" Liu Xia shook her head after analyzing it.

Lin Jian's face was complicated after hearing this, feeling that Li Yichen was fishing for himself. Although he said that he did have the same household registration with Jian Fan, it had nothing to do with the other party's company property.

Rather than fishing for him, it would be more cost-effective to go directly to Jian Fan.

"By the way, you'd better be mentally prepared. When the show is broadcast, don't read the messages on your phone. Just leave the account to me to manage it." After Liu Xia finished speaking, she turned out her itinerary and drew a pen on the top. twice.

"The photo of you and Qi Mei has attracted a lot of CP fans before. The company analyzed and observed it, and the response is not bad. After a few days, when the show airs, we will arrange a live broadcast for you to appease the fans."

"This show..." Lin Jian remembered what happened in the car earlier.

"That's all there is in the show? A few guests, those who are resident and can fire CP have been fired a long time ago. Now the audience loves to watch this, anyway, it's nothing? Loss, firing you and Qi Mei is better than Li Yichen." After Liu Xia finished speaking, she suddenly raised her head and glanced at Lin Jian, wanting to see what the other party had? Response.

Lin Jian nodded after hearing this. If it was someone else, he would definitely not agree, but Qi Mei... is not considered to be a CP, after all, they are both serious.

At most?... It's an aboveboard show of affection.

......

The winter in City A is very cold, and the temperature of Lin Jian and the three of them continues to rise. Walking on the street, they are recognized more times. When they get up, except for work, the three of them stay at home, and they don’t even go to the supermarket. .

"Hey, last time? Is that variety show going to be aired tomorrow?" Qian Duo asked, paralyzed on the sofa.

"It seems to be." Lin Jian replied, looking down at the phone without raising her head.

Qian Duo sat up from the sofa and rubbed against Lin Jian with an excited expression: "Then let's watch it together tomorrow."

Just as Lin Jian was about to nod, he suddenly remembered something, and put down his phone: "I'm going out tomorrow, maybe I won't be back until very late, you and Qi Mei can watch it together."

Qi Mei, who had been leaning on the pillow all the time, suddenly turned around, looked at Lin Jian with a little surprise in her eyes, then frowned and asked, "Why are you going tomorrow?"

"Uncle Jian asked me to visit the grave tomorrow." Lin Jian lowered her eyes and spoke calmly.

"Here..." Qi Mei just opened her mouth and immediately realized that she was a little stupid. Besides her parents, who else could this person go to sweep the grave of? She suddenly turned a corner: "Then you come back early."

"Well, I'll try my best." After Lin Jian finished speaking, she smiled at Qi Mei.

As before, Jian Fan was alone when he came to pick them up, and this time their destination was still City B.

Lin Jian was sitting in the co-pilot with half of the car window down, and the wind outside the window made the hanging decoration on the rearview mirror swing slightly, making a dull sound.

It was a bunch of wooden signs engraved with safety in and out. The words on the top and bottom were in thin gold, which looked quite old, and there were obvious scratches on the lower right corner.

"I remember this thing was in another car before?" Lin Jian stretched out his hand to check the wooden sign, thinking in his heart whether the wooden sign was wholesale or not, why? Even if Jian Fan changed cars, he could still see it.

"Keep safe." Jian Fan continued without squinting, "If you like it, I'll give you one sometime."

Lin Jian shook her head, and refused very simply: "No, I don't know how to drive a car."

They set out early and arrived at the cemetery just after twelve o'clock.

Jian Fan took Lin Jian into the roadside flower shop with ease, asked the clerk to wrap up a gypsophila, and then handed a bouquet of white roses for Lin Jian to hug.

The white rose in his hand still had water droplets that had just been sprinkled, Lin Jian reached out and fiddled with it when he saw it, letting the water droplets drip down to his fingertips along the petals.

"Like it?" Jian Fan glanced at it.

Lin Jian nodded without the slightest concealment. Who wouldn't like pure and beautiful roses?

"You seem to have changed a lot? I remember that you liked red more before." Jian Fan took a step ahead of Lin Jian, frowning as if recalling: "When you finished the operation, there were red roses all over the bed."

red roses...

This makes Lin Jian inexplicable? Think of someone's red hair, which is bright and eye-catching, and also has a mysterious attraction?.

Not long after the two left, Jian Fan stopped in front of a tombstone and raised his hand to sweep the leaves off the monument. He didn't shake his head at Lin Jian until he put down the baby's breath.

Lin Jian approached, looked at the photo above that was very similar to her, and fell silent for a while.

Lin Xingyang died in the spring of the year he was 27, only one year younger than Lin Jian when he died.

When Lin Jian was silent, Jian Fan at the side had already taken out a handkerchief, squatted in front of the stele and wiped it slowly, as if he was afraid of disturbing the people on the stele.

Maybe it was because of squatting for a long time, Jian Fan swayed a bit when he got up, Lin Jian reflexively stretched out his hand to help.

"It's okay." Jian Fan shook his head, took the bouquet of white roses, and signaled Lin Jian to kneel down and worship: "You used to be afraid to come here, if your father is still here, you should be very happy to see you .”

After saying this, Jian Fan stared at the photo in silence, closed his eyes for a long time, hugged the white rose and continued to go up? Go: "Let's go, there is another person you should meet."

"Is it... my mother?" Lin Jian followed behind, turned around and looked at Lin Xingyang's tombstone, wondering why? They were not buried in the same place.

Just as soon as he asked these words, Jian Fan in front of him suddenly stopped, his face turned his back to Lin Jian, his expression was as cold as ice, and the air pressure in his body also dropped, he didn't answer, and he didn't turn his head.

Realizing that something was wrong, Lin Jian also stood where he was, and began to secretly wonder if there was some bloody grievance between his parents and Jian Fan.

Until Jian Fan continued to walk forward and brought him to a tombstone surrounded by many white roses, the person who was suddenly frozen in place became Lin Jian himself.

The person in the photo is as gentle as jade, with a faint smile and bright eyes.

"He..." Lin Jian's throat seemed to be blocked by a stone, and it was extremely difficult for him to utter a word.

"His name is Lin Jian. He is an actor. You should have heard of it. I remember when I was online? Some people said that you two look alike." Jian Fan put down the white rose and didn't look back, so he didn't find out where the person behind him was. Something is wrong.

Lin Jian's expression management under the mask has completely lost control. He is very sure that there should be nothing in the world that is more terrifying than seeing his own tombstone.