Let go of the past

In the VIP waiting room of S City Airport, Ji Bing received an email from the executive secretary, read through several preliminary contracts, replied to them one by one, and quickly went through the general content of the summit.

He was so concentrated that he didn't realize that the phone in his pocket had been vibrating for a long time until he was reminded by someone beside him.

The caller ID was the landline at home. With a twitch on his forehead, he quickly picked it up. At that moment, he could even feel his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Jiang Xiaomei's voice choked with excitement: "Master Ji Bing..."

Ji Bing raised his heart to the horizon: "Is it him—"

"It's so touching!" Jiang Xiaomei burped, and the sound of paper towels slamming out came from the phone, "It turns out that you were together when you were in school, and you have been separated for so many years, but you are still so loyal to each other." Yu, my God, what kind of fairy love story is this!"

Ji Bing: "..."

"Don't worry..." Jiang Xiaomei continued, sobbing, "I will definitely do my best to wake him up as soon as possible!"

Ji Bing: "...Thank you for your hard work."

"However, Master Ji Bing, you must come back early after work. It is said in the story book that the key factor for Sleeping Beauty to wake up is the prince's kiss!"

Ji Bing: "..."

This girl is probably mentally ill.

Li Ziqing, who was sleeping, sent a sentence: I think so too, so can you stop her from reading my weekly diary, otherwise, believe it or not, I will entrust it to you in a dream at night?

Ji Bing did not expect to be delayed for more than half a month. The summit in City B took two days. On the way back, he received a distress call from the COO of the group, saying that his business visa to the United States had just expired. There was an emergency meeting in San Francisco the day after tomorrow, and people from their side had to be there, so I wanted Ji Bing to attend as his backup.

Ji Bing used his toes to figure out that this was his father's idea, and the method was grandiose and deliberate. When he dialed the phone from overseas, Ji Bing hung up immediately when the executive secretary's voice came out.

Then I sent a message back to the COO: OK.

This is a tug-of-war between him and his father, and he has no intention of hurting others.

He was stumbled in San Francisco and stayed for almost two weeks. During this period, he made many phone calls to his home. The first few times were answered by Aunt Liu. After replying a few words in a hurry, the phone was transferred to his mother again.

"I know you missed him and called back." Ji's mother had a clear mind, and she came straight to the point when she came up, with a soft and gentle voice: "He's fine, you don't have to worry."

"Where's Jiang Xiaomei?"

"I'm reading to him. If you want to ask about the situation, I'll ask her to come down."

"no need."

Both mother and son fell silent, and finally Ji Bing was the first to say: "Then I'll hang up first."

Ji's mother replied softly: "OK."

Ji Bing put down the phone and stopped halfway, then lifted it up again, his voice slowly revealing some emotion, and said to her: "Winter is coming soon, you should also pay attention to your body."

Ji Mu's voice trembled, but she still only repeated one word: "Okay..."

Finally, one day, Jiang Xiaomei picked up the phone. Before Ji Bing could speak, the other party suddenly lowered his voice and hissed, and then said anxiously, "Master Ji Bing, when are you coming back?"

Ji Bing's heart trembled, and he endured the noisy voice that started to buzz in his head, and asked quietly: "What happened?"

Jiang Xiaomei got closer, her tone was anxious and frustrated, and she said in a low voice, "I can't tell, that is, a few foreigners came to my house a few days ago, wearing white coats, carrying a few huge metal boxes, rushing to the house. When I got into that room, I closed the door. I was afraid that something was wrong, so I stood guard at the door. They were chattering inside so that I couldn’t understand them, but they stayed until late at night before coming out. I waited for them to leave , hurriedly went in to have a look, he was asleep, what should he do, he didn't look like something happened, later heard from his wife that he had invited a doctor to treat the illness, and she didn't say no to tell you, I was scared I've been waiting for your call for several days."

Ji Bing slowly clenched her fists, and her breathing became heavy and rapid as the other party uttered each sentence, but after she finished speaking, a gloomy look flashed across her eyes, and she said in a deep voice, "I see."

"Oh, by the way," Jiang Xiaomei's tone suddenly showed a bit of guilt and annoyance: "Master Ji Bing, and that diary suddenly disappeared a few days ago. I thought about it, and it seems to be those few It disappeared after the foreigners came over, I put it on the bedside table and forgot to collect it, I don’t know if they took it by mistake when they left.”

Ji Bing, who hung up on Jiang Xiaomei's phone, immediately packed up his things and booked a ticket to go back to China, and went to a fucking meeting. That person made it clear that he wanted to drag him here, although he still couldn't guess what the other party's purpose was. But his intuition made him feel scared from the bottom of his heart.

He can't call to question, and he can't let the other party know his whereabouts. He has to go back without anyone noticing, and then rescue his Li Ziqing from the hands of the devil.

Fog, a leaden gray fog so thick that it cannot be melted, covered the sky and blocked all the light.

In the gradually blurred darkness, a ghostly voice swept over his ears and asked him: Who are you?

who am I?

He opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound. His throat seemed to be filled with lead. He couldn't bear it and began to shout crazily: I am Li Ziqing, but where am I?

The ghostly voice continued to ask: Who are you?

who are you?

who are you?

He ran wildly, his eyes were sealed by the endless darkness, the wind bound his limbs like vines, howled and poured the spell into his ears continuously: You are Li Ziqing, but who is Li Ziqing?

Suddenly, his feet were empty, and he began to fall again, falling, falling continuously, as if being sucked into a bottomless black hole, he couldn't see it, but ghosts and monsters surrounded him.

Is anyone there……

He wanted to call for help, and made a struggling gesture with his hands, but he still couldn't make any sound.

……help me

Anyone, please help me...

Who is Li Ziqing?

The voice came again, and a pair of invisible hands suddenly grabbed his face, staring at the ghostly eyes in the darkness.

The ghostly sounds overlapped and repeated, over and over again, tormenting his nerves.

Who is Li Ziqing?

Who is Li Ziqing?

Who is Li Ziqing?

Ah ah ah ah ah--

He hugged his head tightly, curled up his body desperately in the fall, his heart was tightly strangled, and a sense of suffocation followed.

Is he dying?

you will not die.

The wind beside me suddenly became gentle and warm, as if a kind old man was whispering in his ears.

You are Li Ziqing.

And Li Ziqing, he is...

Yawning, Jiang Xiaomei came out of the side building where the servants lived, and walked along the cobbled path towards the main house.

She has been laying the floor in Li Ziqing's room these days, so that she can get up at night to take care of her. On the contrary, she seldom goes back to her own room. After lunch, Aunt Liu saw that she was so sleepy that she couldn't keep her eyes open, so she advised her to catch up on sleep , Go to that room for her to guard for a while.

Recently, both the wife and the young master have gone far away, and the servants at home are free. Apart from cleaning and sweeping, and trimming some flowers and plants, there is nothing else to do.

The huge house has a deep courtyard, but it is as quiet as anything.

Jiang Xiaomei walked around the front of the main house, and a row of cars parked mightily on the bluestone slab not far away, among them was a black Rolls-Royce Phantom, which was one of Ji's father's frequently used cars when traveling.

Jiang Xiaomei's heart skipped a beat, and she couldn't help but quicken her pace a little, and slipped into the main house through the back door of the kitchen.

Aunt Liu was making snacks in front of the desk, she was taken aback by her sudden appearance, and reprimanded with a straight face: "Be quiet, Mr. Ji is back."

The Mr. Ji mentioned by Aunt Liu is naturally Ji Bing's father, the person who has the highest right to speak in this deep house.

"Aunt Liu, why aren't you in the room?" Jiang Xiaomei didn't care, and asked as soon as she came up.

"Mr. Ji brought a doctor inside, what are we servants doing?" Aunt Liu gave her a warning look, "You stay here honestly, don't get in the way."

Jiang Xiaomei grabbed the corner of her clothes, hesitatingly said: "Here again?"

"If you don't like it, don't you have to keep coming?" Aunt Liu put the pinched snacks into the cage and said with emotion: "Mr. Man, I hope the child can be cured."

Jiang Xiaomei moved to the kitchen door with small steps, poked her head out to look at the distant room on the second floor, and muttered in a low voice: "Then why do you need to close the door to treat the disease, because you are afraid that we will not be able to learn the art from the teacher?"

"If you don't close the door, do you still want to go to the street to beat gongs and drums?" Aunt Liu waved to her, "Don't be idle, come and help me make some snacks. When my wife comes back in the evening, I will make a few more for you. She tastes."

"Should Master Ji Bing come back then?" Jiang Xiaomei said thoughtfully, "It's been almost a month since I left."

"If you should come back, you will always come back. What are you worrying about?"

In the evening, the upstairs door was still closed, and Aunt Liu cooked a few exquisite dishes, but she still didn't dare to go up and ask if she wanted dinner.

Jiang Xiaomei grabbed the handrail of the stairs and volunteered: "The food will be cold in a while, let me go up and ask."

Aunt Liu sighed, "Okay, go and ask, no matter what happens, you have to eat."

Jiang Xiaomei got the order, ran up to the second floor, stood still at the door of the room, took a deep breath, reached out and patted the door lightly.

"Mr. Ji, dinner is ready, should I set it up now or wait a while?"

The conversation inside stopped, and after a few seconds, the door opened from the inside, and a foreign doctor with blond hair and blue eyes said to her in blunt Chinese: "Ni Hao, please come in."

Jiang Xiaomei's hairs were about to stand up, her body stiffened and she dared not take a step.

"Come in." Ji's father who was standing by the bed not far away looked over lightly, his eyes were deep, like the water of cold winter, "I just have good news to tell you." He moved sideways, and the young man on the bed happened to Turning his head slowly to look over, the eyes that had just woken up were confused but clear, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, his eyes lightly fell on the door, but he looked away after a while, and slowly closed his eyes as if afraid of light.

Jiang Xiaomei's eyes widened instantly, and she stood there dumbfounded.

He heard Ji's father's unwavering voice and said slowly: "He just woke up and can only eat liquid food. Go and ask Aunt Liu to cook some porridge and bring it up."

Jiang Xiaomei nodded in a daze, and when she turned around, she suddenly heard the young man on the bed speak hoarsely and slowly: "...don't want to eat."

Ji's father turned around, reached out to touch his forehead hair, his movements were kind and gentle, and said softly: "You have slept for so long, your body urgently needs nutritional supplements, be obedient, don't let Dad worry."

Jiang Xiaomei's strides could barely be stopped, and she looked back without fear of death, but happened to meet Ji's father's gaze, and the other side looked cold and deep, but the words she said were earth-shattering: "Go quickly, don't let the second young master starve .”