Chapter 315 Ancestral Temple
After Jiang Qilan asked the question, Cheng Ling fell silent.
Jiang Qilan could never explain the change in Cheng Ling's attitude towards him.
Unless...
As she just said, life is a process of continuous reincarnation.
And she, by some chance, got the memory of the past.
A memory that belongs to him and her.
Cheng Ling sighed softly: "Brother Lan... Sometimes I think, if you are not so sensitive, it would be better."
Jiang Qilan said: "If I am not so sensitive, will you still accept me?"
Cheng Ling did not speak, but fumbled to hold Jiang Qilan's hand.
Her voice trembled a little: "Everything is so beautiful now, so beautiful that I am afraid that all this is just a dream."
"What if one day I wake up from the dream and it turns out to be just a dream, and I am still alone."
"So, I am very serious every second, I have to remember my feelings now."
"Even if I wake up and find that what I am experiencing now is just a dream, the memory of the dream is enough to support me to complete the rest of the journey."
Jiang Qilan held Cheng Ling's hand, he slightly raised his upper body and looked at Cheng Ling beside him.
Cheng Ling's expression was very calm.
But her voice revealed a hint of helplessness, anxiety and confusion that she had never had before.
Cheng Ling smiled lightly, and her smile was very lonely: "Brother Lan, those memories are strange to you, but heavy to me. So, I don't want to mention it."
"Don't mention it if you don't want to," Jiang Qilan lay down again, stroking the back of Cheng Ling's hand, "Then... was I good to you before?"
"Very good." Cheng Ling said seriously, "Very, very good. Just like now."
Jiang Qilan held her hand slightly hard: "Then I will work harder and strive to be better than before."
The mountain wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the temperature gradually dropped.
The two lay quietly for a while, and Cheng Ling sat up.
"Brother Lan, it's a bit cold, we should go back."
"Okay." Jiang Qilan stood up and went to pay the bill.
The two returned to the car side by side.
The original charming atmosphere was no longer there, and the two had their own concerns. They picked some trivial topics of the current situation and chatted casually for a few words.
Soon, Cheng Ling was sent to Cheng's house.
"Then I'm leaving, Brother Lan, you go home and have a good rest." Cheng Ling waved goodbye, "Send me a message when you get home."
Jiang Qilan smiled faintly, "Okay. You should also go to bed early."
He drove the car all the way back to Jiang's house.
"The eldest young master is back!" The housekeeper happily came forward to greet him, "Has the mission been completed?"
"Yes," Jiang Qilan nodded, "Where is my father?"
"The master is in the study."
Jiang Qilan walked quickly to the study, opened the door, and Jiang's father was reading documents.
"Oh, Qilan is back..."
"I'm back. Dad, I want to ask you something," Jiang Qilan interrupted his father without caring about his upbringing, "I remember when I was very young, you took me to our ancestral home in the south a few times, right?"
Jiang's father was slightly startled.
"Yeah... That was when you were about five or six years old. Why do you suddenly bring it up?"
"Dad, why didn't we go to the ancestral temple to worship later?"
"It's because of you. Every time you go to the ancestral temple, you say there is a ghost lying behind you and talking." Father Jiang looked at his son, "And every time you go to the ancestral temple, you get seriously ill. So you don't go anymore. What's wrong?"
A strange look flashed in Jiang Qilan's eyes: "Give me the address, I'll go there, I remembered some past events, and I want to verify them."
"I'll write the address for you." Father Jiang said, took out a pen and paper, wrote down the address, and raised his hand to hand it over.
Jiang Qilan wanted to pull out the paper, but he couldn't pull it out.
Father Jiang held the paper in his hand, looked up at his son and said: "But you can't go these days."
"Why?"
"Your mother will be home tomorrow."