Red dates and wolfberry white moonlight

The fear in the brain was more than the shock, Lin Jian's body became a little stiff, and even his breathing slowed down a bit.

"What's wrong with you?" Jian Fan turned his head and found Lin Jian's strangeness, and asked with concern.

"No...it's nothing." Lin Jian took a deep breath, took a step forward, looked at the tombstone? His photo and his life, barely controlled the shaking in his voice, and continued to speak.

"I just didn't expect that, Uncle Jian, you still know Lin Jian."

His memory degradation has not improved, so it is not sure whether Jian Fan exists in those chaotic past memories.

Ridiculous, this is the second adjective that flashed in Lin Jian's mind, as for the first one, it stems from instinctive fear.

"I know him. I've met him a few times. He helped me a lot." Jian Fan sighed regretfully, and bent over to pick some of the withered white roses. Lose.

Just when Lin Jian started desperately recalling the past, Jian Fan didn't know what to think of, and whispered again: "If what happened back then wasn't such a coincidence, maybe we might be a family now. "

After Jian Fan finished speaking, he paused for a while, turned his head to look at Lin Jian, twitched the corner of his mouth, and whispered to himself: "Fortunately, it's not too hard now."

In the following time, Lin Jian was always in a state of confusion. He didn't even know how he followed Jian Fan back to the car? He didn't even know how to start the return journey, and he didn't even express that he stopped by the hospital for reexamination on the way back. dissent.

It wasn't until Jian Fan repeated the precautions that the doctor said in the car that Lin Jian finally came to his senses.

The instinctive reaction of his brain made Lin Jian want to avoid this topic, but his rationality told him that if he wanted to find out the truth, there was no better time than now.

Just some? Things...he couldn't speak directly.

"Uncle Jian, is the coincidence you mentioned earlier related to me?" Lin Jian planned to use this question as a breakthrough point.

Since Jian Fan said that if it wasn't a coincidence back then, they might be a family now, does that prove that such a coincidence has some kind of connection with him and Lin Fan.

Lin Jian raised his hand to caress his own face. There are many people with similar looks, but it is hard not to let him think about the situation that they are similar in appearance but still have some kind of connection.

Jian Fan in the driver's seat paused his fingers, his eyes looking straight ahead were dim.

"It's all old stuff. It has nothing to do with you." After Jian Fan finished speaking, he turned his head and added another sentence: "Knowing too much? It's not a good thing, wait? Someday your memory will recover, Naturally I remembered."

Lin Jian closed her eyes. Although Jian Fan didn't tell him, it was precisely those words that convinced Lin Jian that her guess was correct.

Before Jian Fan started the car, Lin Jian asked another question, this time it was extra direct.

"So? Are you and my dad...really just friends? Are you related?"

Before, Lin Jian just thought that Jian Fan was right? He was a little too nice, but after getting along for a long time, he realized that this kind of guy was not right?

Especially that? From time to time, Lin Jian seemed to see other people's eyes through her own eyes. Lin Jian wanted to convince herself that there was no inside story.

It has been confirmed that both Lin Fan and Jian Fan are related to him, so what role does Lin Xingyang, his current nominal father, play in it?

Jian Fan didn't speak, and the only sound left in the car was the impact of the two safety signs.

"My mother and your grandma are very good best friends. Your father is five years older than me. I have known him since birth." Jian Fan parked the car near the airport and spoke slowly.

"That? Years?, I was with him." Jian Fan lowered his eyes, looking lonely: "You guessed right, your dad and I are not only friends, we? We are lovers."

... Lin Jian silently repeated this time point in his heart, Lin Fan is already 21 this year, and Jian Fan... is 41 this year.

Calculated in this way, when Lin Fan was born, Jian Fan was only 20 years old, and something must have happened during the short two years of their "dating".

"Don't think about it too much. The relationship between our generation involves too much. It will be confusing for a while. Don't let this affect you." Jian Fan turned his head and looked at it seriously. Lin Jian.

"Let him pass the past, you are still young, there is no need to be stuck in the past."

For Jian Fan's answer, Lin Jian was not surprised, and even had a feeling that it was true. The only thing that made him feel that it was not quite right was when the other party answered Attitude.

He could feel Jian Fan's conflict and entanglement when answering, as if the other party didn't want to tell him too much, but at the same time thought he had the right to know.

After a long time, Lin Jian had no choice but to hum in a low voice, then opened the car door and walked to the airport.

He already knew what he needed to know, no matter how much he needed to know, Jian Fan would not have told him.

Originally, Jian Fan persuaded him to spend the night in City B today, but when he was leaving, Lin Jian promised Qi Mei to go back early, so he bought a return ticket.

......

Jian Fan sat in the car all the time, staring at Lin Jian's back in a daze, until the other party's figure disappeared from sight, and the sound of the car's horn gradually came from behind, then he gripped the steering wheel and drove away.

It was getting late, and the scenery in his eyes became more and more familiar. He returned to the cemetery he had visited once today, and squatted down in front of the tombstone with Lin Xingyang engraved on it.

Young? Young Mu Ai, after the wish is fulfilled, the good times don't last long, Jian Fan has some? I don't remember what I looked like at the beginning.

In the first 20 years of his life, Lin Xingyang occupied most of his time, and all his sacrifices in the next 20 years were to keep his only child.

Jian Fan felt that there was something wrong with his mind more than once, because of that love affair that didn't end well, he was firmly trapped by the Lin family and his son.

But if he was asked to stop there and stop taking care of Lin Fan's affairs, he wouldn't be able to do it... Then he was Lin Xingyang's child after all.

Even if everything happened because of Lin Fan's existence, he couldn't attribute everything to one child, no matter in the future or now.

Jian Fan murmured: "You saw Lin Fan today, he looks more and more like you."

"Some time ago, something happened to him, and he was admitted to the hospital again. There is nothing serious about him, but there is some problem with his memory. It can be regarded as a blessing in disguise."

"You should also see? Come on, he has become different from before, and his condition has improved a lot." Jian Fan stood up, hammered his knees that had been squatting for a long time, and continued: "What happened back then? I am also responsible, don't worry, it will definitely not happen again in the future."

Jian Fan stayed in the cemetery for half an hour, and on the way back, he answered a phone call from his young assistant.

"Mr. Jian, there's news from the mental hospital that that guy's mental state has shown signs of improvement recently, that is, he sometimes points at the people inside and screams while watching TV."

"Have someone write down all the TV content." Jian Fan didn't care much, with a flat expression on his face.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements now."

One second before the assistant hung up the phone, Jian Fan didn't know what to think of, and suddenly said: "Wait? Wait, you just said that that person's spirit has started to improve?"

"Yes."

Jian Fan tightened his fingertips on the phone, and a look of disgust flashed in his eyes: "Find a few people, and reveal the verdict of that year? Let's see how she reacts."

After hanging up the phone, Jian Fan fiddled with the wooden sign before driving away.

......

There was a traffic jam on the road, and it was past ten o'clock when Lin Jian returned to the small villa. The whole house was quiet. After thinking about it, he changed his shoes and went straight to the second floor without turning on the lights.

When stepping up the steps on the second floor, Lin Jian paused, glanced at the gap under the door of Qi Mei's room, and made sure there was no light before walking into her room.

At this point, they should be asleep.

Lin Jian thought so, raised her hand and pushed open the door of her room.

Almost as soon as he stepped into the room, he saw the lamp on the bedside table suddenly turned on, and someone who was leaning on the bedside slowly sat up straight.

"Are you back?" Qi Mei took a sip of water, using the cup that Lin Jian put on the bedside table.

Lin Jian was taken aback: "I thought you were already asleep."

"Come back later, I'll really fall asleep." Qi Mei got off the bed, yawned and went out: "You clean up first, I'll come to get something."

Except for the messy bed that Qi Mei lay on not long ago, the rest of the things in the room were exactly the same as when Lin Jian left the house today. He didn't care much about Qi Mei's appearance in his own room. .

Anyway, there is nothing shady in his room, Qi Mei will be fine even if she sleeps here.

After sitting in the car for so long, Lin Jian was actually a little tired. Besides, he was prone to sleepiness after taking the medicine recently. Taking advantage of Qi Mei's idle time to get things, he simply went to the bathroom to take a shower while he was sleepy. bath.

When he finished washing and came out, Qi Mei had already sat down at the table, and the computer and sundries that were originally placed on the top were also moved to other places, and a small cake about 6 inches was replaced.

Lin Jian paused while wiping her hair, staring at the red strawberries dotted on the milky white cream, and then quickly thought about Qi Mei's birthday in her mind.

No? Ah, today is not Qi Mei's birthday either...

Seeing Lin Jian coming out of the bathroom, Qi Mei also pulled the stool next to her, signaling her to come and sit down.

"This cake..." Lin Jian walked over and sat down silently, seeing that Qi Mei was taking out the lighter and candle, she couldn't help asking, "Is today a special day?"

"Well, it's your birthday." Qi Mei quickly put candles on the cake, and lit them one by one. The orange light reflected on her face, and her eyes softened a lot.

Lin Jian paused when she heard this, and picked up the phone to look at the date: "Isn't my birthday still here?"

"Today is the Gregorian calendar." Qi Mei had already finished lighting the candles, pushed the little cake to Lin Jian's side, and continued: "Hurry up and blow."

Before Lin Jian had time to think about the solar date, he subconsciously obeyed Qi Mei's words and blew out the candle. Because he blew it out too fast, not only Qi Mei, but even himself were stunned after eating.

"Blowing so fast, did your wish come true?" Qi Mei was a little speechless, waiting? Lin Jian replied, and then said to himself: "Forget it, the one just now doesn't count, you blow it again .”

The ?

Right now, Lin Jian doesn't lack anything, and doesn't have anything he wants. If he had to make a wish, he could only think of one thing.

If possible, I hope he can figure out the cause of Lin Fan's death and the connection between himself and the Lin family as soon as possible.

As the candle was extinguished, the light in Qi Mei's eyes became brighter? She stared at Lin Jian and asked quite directly, "What wish did you make?"

"Say your wish? It won't work." Lin Jian chuckled twice, and began to change the subject: "Right? Why did you suddenly think of celebrating my birthday in the Gregorian calendar?"

For a long time, whether it was Lin Fan or Lin Jian himself in the past, his birthdays were all on the lunar calendar. Qi Mei came here suddenly, but he was still not used to it.

Qi Mei rested her chin on one hand, slowly picked out those extinguished candles, handed a fork to Lin Jian, and then said slowly: "You have so many people to accompany you on your lunar birthday. ? Not bad for me."

For some reason, Lin Jian always felt that there was a whiff of complaint in this sentence.