The little ancestor has a delicate voice and can flirt, and the ascetic villain has fallen

Jiang Yuzhi raised his eyes and glanced at him, "Eat your meal."

Jiang Simiao was so stunned that a speechless expression appeared on his face, and he knew this would be the result.

He continued to eat with his chopsticks, and glanced at Shen Qiao, who covered his face with his small hands and made a triumphant grimace at him.

Jiang Simiao: "..."

Aunt Ye was overjoyed listening to it, and always felt that the days had returned to the noisy and happy state of the past. It would be great if Jiang Simiao could move back.

After eating, Shen Qiao answered the call from her tutor, and was about to go back to her room to send the edited video to her tutor, but Jiang Yuzhi stopped her, "Qiao Qiao."

Shen Qiao stood on the steps, turned around, Jiang Yuzhi walked in front of her, the position under the steps was at eye level with her, "Tomorrow..."

Shen Qiao knew what he wanted to say, "I remember, I have already asked for leave."

Tomorrow is Shen Li's death day, and they will go to the Martyrs Cemetery to worship her father together.

...

The next day, the drizzle began to rain non-stop from the early morning, and stopped for two short periods in the middle, but after Shen Qiao and Jiang Yuzhi arrived at the Martyrs Cemetery together, it started to rain like a cow's hair again.

Jiang Yu held up a black umbrella with the umbrella facing Shen Qiao, who was holding a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, and walked up the steps with her to Shen Li's tombstone.

After the worship, Shen Qiao talked to her father for a long time in front of Shen Li's tomb. Jiang Yuzhi stood aside and held an umbrella for her, always looking at the direction of the tombstone with painful eyes.

Standing behind them is Jiang Yuzhi's deputy, Zhou Huai'an, who is also the leader of the Eagle Division of the Criminal Investigation Detachment of the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau.

Shen Li is their common master.

After the end, Jiang Yuzhi accompanied Shen Qiao to leave.

However, the steps were very slippery just after it rained, and Shen Qiao, who had just paid respects to her father, felt a sense of loss. In a trance, her feet slipped on the edge of the steps, and Jiang Yuzhi quickly stretched out his right hand to grab her slender waist. arms.

Zhou Huai'an, who was following behind them, also sweated, and reflexively stepped forward and gave his arm.

Some time ago, Jiang Yuzhi injured his right forearm when he was fighting with the gangsters when he was dispatched by the police.

Shen Qiao's whole body was icy cold, she just felt that she was hugged into a warm embrace when she almost fell down.

When she looked up, she saw the man's sharp chin, and then when he looked down at her dark and deep eyes, she raised her small hand and grabbed his clothes.

In her mind was the scene of her father coaxing her to be happy when she passed by. She was reluctant to leave, closed her eyes, and leaned her little head against Jiang Yuzhi's chest.

Jiang Yuzhi was startled, pursed his thin lips, raised his hand and patted her small head to comfort her.

Knowing that she was sad, but at this moment he didn't know what to say to comfort her and let her not be so sad.

When going down the mountain, he held her slender wrist and led her down.

Shen Qiao was sent back to Yujingtai. She wanted Jiang Yuzhi to stay with her, but when she just looked at him, he explained that he had something to deal with and left the villa.

Zhou Huaian heard the sound of the co-pilot's door opening, followed by an all-too-familiar procedure, "Go to the cemetery."

Every year on the anniversary of Shen Li's death, Jiang Yuzhi would stand in front of Shen Li's tombstone for about a day and a night, but this year is different from previous years. Into the blood from every pore.

Looking at Jiang Yuzhi's straight back like a green pine and his drenched clothes, Zhou Huaian frowned.

Jiang Yuzhi has been mature and stable since he was an adult. Except for the emotional breakdown when his master Shen Li died, there is no other person or thing that can pull his emotions. His life is almost only work, which is sober and boring.

Zhou Huaian felt that he probably wanted to punish himself in this way, and maybe only in this way could he soothe his guilty and painful heart.

But his wound had just healed a few days ago, and now he was torturing himself like this, the rain was so heavy that Zhou Huaian couldn't bear it.

Persuasion is useless, Zhou Huaian understands him.

Thinking of Shen Qiao, he took a gap and went to a secluded place farther away to make a phone call.

...

Shen Qiao was in a heavy mood today, she couldn't cheer up what to do at night, she took a shower at night and went to bed early to go to bed, but she couldn't fall asleep because of tossing and turning, her heart was chaotic and irritable.

Not long after the phone was turned off and fell asleep, there was a knock on the door, it was Aunt Ye.

She got up to open the door, rubbed her eyes, "Aunt Ye, what's wrong?"

Aunt Ye held her mobile phone and looked anxious and worried, "Qiaoqiao, it's raining a lot outside now, I heard from Captain Zhou that Mr. Zhou is now in front of Mr. Shen's tombstone in the cemetery. He was injured not long ago. , and now it’s raining again, what if something happens to someone’s body.”

Shen Qiao was stunned, "What?"

"Qiaoqiao, why don't you call your husband and ask him to come back now?"

"No, I'll go find him."

Shen Qiao didn't even bother to change her clothes, and hurried downstairs in her lotus root pink bowknot nightdress. It was Aunt Ye who hurriedly caught up with her with a beige coat and wrapped her around her body, so she was relieved to let the driver take her off. past.

Holding an umbrella, Shen Qiao hurried to the vicinity of Shen Li's tombstone.

From a distance, she saw the man's tall and straight body standing motionless in the pouring rain. That figure was lonely and lonely, facing the direction of the tombstone, not knowing what he was thinking.

She moves towards him.

Bean-sized raindrops hit Jiang Yuzhi's body, and he recalled the scene of the day of Master's sacrifice in his mind countless times, his chest was heavy and oppressed, and his heart was already numb with pain.

His whole body was cold, and the hands hanging by his side gradually clenched into fists.

At this moment, his cold hand was wrapped in warmth, and a soft hand held his. Jiang Yuzhi's body froze, and he looked back.