Jean Of Bright City 13

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Time flies, most of the people attending the funeral have returned, and only some of the mother’s friends are still in the living room below to talk to their mother about the inauguration ceremony next month. The official appointment is tomorrow, and the mother’s face is not to the father. The little bit of nostalgia, just smiling, like the queen who enjoys the victory and wine, surrounded by knights around him, about to ascend to the throne.

The cruel reality taught by the mother is correct, and the warm reality taught by the father is also correct, but Ji Qing's head is more sober at this moment, because Jean said that life is neither the father's nor the mother's. It's own.

Ji Qing lying in bed turned back and forth and could not sleep. Today she is very tired. Even if it is just a sentence, Ji Qing wants to hear the truth of her mother. She is no longer a child and has grown up. She will be 18 years old the day after tomorrow.

At 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, the guests left, Ji Qing ran down excitedly and wanted to talk to his mother. At this time, the mother was holding a wine glass, and the wine in the glass was more than half. The wine inside was soft and soft, and the smile on her mother's face was blooming like a rose.

"Xiao Qing, why don't you sleep?"

"Mom, Dad's business..."

Aiwei turned around drunkenly, sideways, smiling drunkly, and shook his head.

"Aren't you told you not to mention it? Mom will soon be crowned king, and you should be happy for me."

Ji Qing sat darkly in the eyes and took away the glass in his mother's hand.

"Xiao Qing, this is the case with women. For a long period of time, if your partner can't rely on it, what I'm referring to is spiritual dependence, then what do you do? Just enjoy life, right or wealth, Only if you are in prison, there is no need for a man. I will go to the party with me in a few days. I will introduce a humble and polite child to you. It should be quite..."

"mom......."

Ai Wei smiled happily, shaking her head constantly, tears overflowing her eyes.

"Stupid boy, the life you have is just the narrow and meaningless mirror that you see at this stage. Everything I said is for your own good. You will understand when you grow up in a few years. In this world, only you can rely on yourself."

Da da da da

Ji Qing's tears rolled down like broken beads, and Ai Wei held Ji Qing comfortably and patted her on the back.

"My little princess, don't cry, it's true to listen to what your mother said, and you will..."

In the breeze, there was a soft and sweet whistle, Ji Qing's eyes widened for a moment, and Ai Wei also noticed that she was familiar with this whistle song Ji Qing, which she often heard when she was very young , Men who coax themselves to sleep often blow.

Click

Ji Qing opened the door, and all her emotions were completely released in a flash. She flew over and howled.

"Sorry, Uncle Jean, sorry..."

Jean smiled softly, patting Ji Qing's back gently, and looked at the door of Ai Wei, drunk and leaning, leaning politely.

"Sorry, Ms. Ivy, bother."

Aiwei shook her head and looked at Jean for a while, then shook her head constantly.

"If it is a man like you, you should be able to firmly tie a woman's heart, unfortunately, there is only one Jean in the bright city."

The day when her daughter was born came to Ai Wei's mind. The husband and wife were very excited. She had never felt such warmth. On a sunny morning, the daughter was born, but the end of the season as a husband Panicked, even her daughter's name was picked from left to right, hesitating.

"Jia Qing is just fine. The sun this morning seems to be particularly warm. If in the past, such fine weather is called Da Qing."

A trace of warmth appeared on Ai Wei's face at this time, and the long-term memory appeared again, but she still turned her head down and walked in.

"When I saw you Mr. Jean a long time ago, I was just like Xiaoqing, but it’s a pity that the years remind me that I’m getting old, and Mr. Jean, you haven’t changed. Thank you, Mr. Jean, I’m going Asleep."

Ji Qing was still crying, and all her unwillingness and sorrow had been turned into tears. She tightly pulled Jean's chest, and she kept saying sorry.

After a while, Ji Qing was sobbing quietly. The two sat on the steps at the door. Ji Qing, who was a child, often stayed with Jean and waited for her parents to go home at dusk.

A touch of smoke drifted through, Ji Qing red eyes, looking at Jean, he smiled with his head raised.

"Xiao Qing, in any case, he is your father, and you as a daughter have the right to believe in your father, no matter what happens in the future, believe it is right."

Ji Qing raised his head slightly and looked at Jean.

"Uncle Jean, how about you?"

Jean exhaled softly, then laughed.

"It's neither white nor black, somewhere in gray."

Jean said that he got up and walked to the tombstone. At this time, the flowers in front of the tombstone were scattered randomly. He bent over and picked up the flowers.

"So nice flowers, this is ugly."

Saying that Jean started to fiddle, and put a bunch of flowers neatly, Ji Qing stood behind Jean, a smile appeared on his face, from small to large, Ji Qing never heard of Jean talking about work. Things, but pay attention to a lot of small details in life, like playing with flowers, planting, trying fresh cooking methods, preferring to say something new in the city, never talking about rights, economy, etc. Something like this will not talk about the truth, but it is equal, and never acted as a child for Ji Qing.

"I'll help you Jean...Uncle."

Soon the flowers were neatly arranged, and Jean glanced at the flowers on the edge of the courtyard wall, walked over, and randomly found something to support the flowers.

"Xiao Qing, it is interesting to take care of these flowers when you have time, because there is life."

Ji Qing nodded with a smile, her emotions had been released, and her mood was much better. Ji Qing looked up and felt the cool night breeze. She wanted to choose a free life, not arranged by her father or mother.

In the bedroom

Ji Qing was lying down, and Jean silently waited for her to fall asleep. The familiar and reassuring whistle sounded again. Ji Qing closed her eyes and smiled sweetly, and gradually she fell asleep.

late at night

Jean returned to the yard and was about to go out, but saw Ivy leaning against the door and lowering her head.

"Sorry, Ms. Ivy, congratulations."

Aiwei raised her head and smiled bitterly, but the ice on her face melted.

"No one can walk into your heart, Mr. Jean."

Looking at the gone Jean, like a spring breeze, Aiwei turned to close the door.

"No matter how many years, you still live beautifully, Ms. Ai Wei, Xiao Qing has grown up, I will come often when I have time."

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