Chapter 108

He also vaguely remembered that the woman came to visit his mother, and when he left, he said goodbye to her outside the door. The woman said: "Your father is the king of láng, so he will definitely be very busy, so be considerate of him." After he heard this, he cheered up and said with a flick of his tail to the woman, "Well, I know, goodbye auntie! "

The sadness and pain when his mother died, the shock and anger when he knew the truth, the first time he recognized the essence of his father, and understood that the man who loved them very much but couldn't take care of his family because he was busy was just a fantasy in his heart. The coldest and darkest period of Jing Yan's childhood.

And the memory of that time is always on these two days every year, stretching out his minions from the shadows and crawling out to find him.

He didn't want to affect Jingyi and Jiaoyue, so he always kept silent on these two days every year.

He also didn't know how to talk to Qiao Xi, because he knew that Qiao Xi would definitely feel down when he heard it.

But maybe it was a nightmare, and when he opened his eyes, he saw the person he loved was in front of him. At that moment, a great sense of security and fulfillment poured into his heart, which made his tense heart relax. He finally learned how to tell Qiao Xi about this.

Qiao Xi's mood is very complicated at the moment. He originally thought that the relationship between Jing Yan and King Láng and Queen Láng was just a few problems that would inevitably arise after the arrival of a malicious stepmother. around.

He said: "Jing Yan, if your mother can see you now, she will be relieved. But she will also be sad when she sees you now."

"This line may be a bit cliché, but it's what I have to say, and the other thing is—" He raised his arms, put his arms around Jing Yan, and whispered something against his ear.

Live happily, keep growing, and move steadily towards the throne that will eventually be yours.

"Don't go back to thinking about bad things. At this time of year, think about the happy days you and your mother used to have, and then go to the grave with a relaxed mood, just like family reunion," Qiao Xi stroked Jing Yan's face , said warmly, "There are more happy times than sad times, right? Just thinking about the unhappy ones and forgetting the happy ones. Always go to see your mother with that heavy heart, and your mother will be unhappy too."

Jing Yan trembled.

Scenes from the past flashed before my eyes.

It was dim at first, with black-and-white portraits, the stiff, pale face of her mother, leaden clouds and cold raindrops hitting her face.

But soon, the warm light dipped in, and in the dense light, he saw his mother's eyebrows and eyes.

His mother crouched in the flower field, smiled and waved to him, shouting, "Ah Yan, come here."

The flowers against her face were the most beautiful woman in the world he had ever seen.

The house was quiet.

After a while, Jing Yan's whole body loosened, as if he had completely unloaded the heavy load that he had been carrying for an unknown time to the ground. Although he was tired, at least his body was no longer stiff.

He tightened his hands, hugged Qiao Xi, buried his head in Qiao Xi's shoulder, and said in a muffled voice, "Qiao Xiaoxi..."

Qiao Xi patted Jing Yan's back lightly and sighed in her heart.

Jing Yan.

Jingyan.

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The next day was a sunny day.

A group of people got up early, got on the speeder and went to the royal cemetery.

Chris, like Qiao Xi, woke up a hundred times more excited after sleeping all night.

After knowing that he was showing signs of transformation, he almost jumped up and yelled with joy, but after Jiaoyue told him what day it was, he immediately covered his mouth.

Although he has not lived here for a long time, he has known each other for many years. It's just that although I know what year Jing Yan's mother died, I don't know which day it is. I didn't expect...

"Jing Yan seems to be in a good mood?"

In front of the tombstone, Chris whispered to Jiaoyue.

Jiaoyue also looked at Jing Yan's back thoughtfully.

Indeed, Jing Yan seems to be much better than previous years this year.

"But the dark circles are still heavy." Chris muttered.

Jing Yan heard this murmur, and he turned around and said, "...I had a nightmare last night, and I still didn't sleep well."

He glanced at Black Feather.

Butterfly was shocked and said, "Nightmare? Impossible! I even made a dreamless mode for you!"

"This means that there is still a way to decipher your miracles," Jing Yan said.

The cracking method is a psychological shadow.

Everyone: "..."

I can laugh at myself, it seems that it is really in a good state.

After saying hello to Jing Yan's mother one by one, they consciously walked aside and gave the place to Jing Yan and Jing Yi.

Just as Qiao Xi was about to leave, Jing Yan stopped him.

Jing Yan smiled at him: "Qiao Xiaoxi, come here, I'll introduce you to my mother."

Qiao Xi blushed.

Jiaoyue smiled and said, "Go."

Everyone looked at him with a smile, and Qiao Xi walked over and stayed.

Jing Yi is closing his eyes, probably talking to his mother in his heart.

When he opened his eyes, Jing Yan spoke softly.

The breeze was blowing, and it was a little cold, but not the chill of the previous days.

Qiao Xi looked at the photo on the tombstone.

He had seen other photos of Jing Yan's mother on the Internet before. It was a woman with very similar eyebrows and eyes to Jing Yan. She was beautiful.

Beautiful, elegant, generous, dignified.