gentle fall

The black car was driving fast on the highway, and the scenery outside the window hurriedly passed by. Ji Yirou looked at the sky outside the window, a little lost in thought, and didn't know what she was thinking.

Ji Yue sneered: "When I was in front of others, I didn't know much about words. Now that I'm gone, I'll start thinking."

Ji Yirou didn't argue with him, but just glanced at him lightly: "Yeah, I'm in the same line as you, isn't that why you left grandma in anger?"

The child's words really pierced the heart. The deepest pain in the old man's heart was suddenly stabbed by her, his stern expression collapsed, and even the meticulously combed silver hair was messed up by the wind.

In the early years, he devoted himself to making great achievements in the army. Wherever there was a hail of bullets, he would go there, regardless of his wife crying on the phone and begging him not to go... Later, his wife was seriously ill, and he didn't know where he was at that time. In the deep mountains and old forests, after getting the news...it was already too late.

After Ji Yirou said this, she still regretted a little: "I didn't mean that, don't think about it."

Ji Yue waved his hand at her, feeling a little weak, leaned back on the car seat, narrowed his eyes slightly and closed his eyes.

People are always thinking, and all kinds of the past are revolving in their minds.His wife left early, and his only son had always had feelings for him because of his mother's death. When he really became the deputy commander of the military region and went home, he wanted to spend time with his son and watch him marry a wife and have children, but he was rejected.

He is used to iron and blood in the army, and he is an extremely feudal patriarchal style. Orders are prohibited, and one thing is true, and he can't change it at home. He is ordered to marry a young lady from the Wen family, but he can't. The father and son broke up and became estranged.Even this granddaughter is not close to him.

Later, when Ji Yirou's father died in a car accident, he was full of regrets and couldn't sleep at night, but he still didn't know how to bow his head.

But Ji Yirou is more stubborn than him, knowing that he has always looked down on Ye Shuhua, so she also looked down on him, and hasn't seen him for decades.

Only this time, she bowed her head first.

Thinking of this, Ji Yue sighed lightly, and really wanted to thank that little girl of the Wen family.

The guilt for the three generations fell on Ji Yirou, and Ji Yue thought clearly in his heart, as long as this precious granddaughter likes, no matter who it is, he will make her wish come true.

He was contemplating with his eyes closed when the car stopped and arrived at Ji Zhai.

Ji Yirou got out of the car first, but didn't intend to come to help him, Ji Yue pushed the car door, his always serious face was a little embarrassed and uneasy, covered by the indifference he deliberately pretended: "You still don't come to help me? "

Ji Yirou seemed to understand the awkwardness of the old man, but she smiled with some relief, walked over, and held his hand generously: "Grandpa, slow down."

Probably because he was used to being indifferent to each other, and suddenly being treated so softly, Ji Yue felt a little uncomfortable, and turned his head: "I'm not that old yet."

Ji Yirou just laughed when she heard that, at such an old age, she hasn't learned to speak well in this life, so it's no wonder that she made her family angry.When she was a child, she didn't like this grandpa either. She thought he had a fierce and bad temper, but now that she was used to the world and people, she suddenly felt that he could be forgiven.

There are only three or two servants in the huge Ji mansion. Usually Ji Yue lives alone, so he doesn't feel deserted. Now that Ji Yirou came back with him, he sighed heavily: "When will your mother come back to live too?" Bar?"

Ye Shuhua had been discharged from the hospital a few days ago, but she didn't like other people to take care of her, so she asked Ji Yirou to invite an auntie. She still worked on her translations day and night, and didn't care where she lived.

But Ji Yirou didn't agree immediately: "My mother is a patient, you can't speak loudly."

"can."

"Don't get angry."

"can."

"You can't raise your eyebrows."

"Okay... no, I can't even raise my eyebrows?"

Ji Yirou smiled narrowly: "You can say it yourself. A gentleman says it."

Ji Yue turned his face to the side and snorted coldly: "Of course. Anything is fine."

Ji Yirou made tea for him, her white wrist folded gracefully and beautifully, and the tea fell into the sky blue glazed porcelain cup. The two of them sat and drank tea, Ji Yue sighed in a daze: "If you came back earlier Home will be fine."

Ji Yirou pursed her lips, and didn't accept him, just smiled, with a bit of gentleness that flows deep in still water.Originally, it was nothing more than unadorned jade, but after being sculpted by time, it has a dark fragrance and blur.

"You don't want to act anymore, go home. We girls from the Ji family, why should we be tortured outside?"

Ji Yirou said nothing, and shook her head lightly, her clear eyes filled with firmness.

Ji Yue was a little annoyed: "I didn't do it on a whim, I wanted to say this a long time ago. At that time your father died, and I fell ill, so that the company he founded was invaded by others, you stubborn girl Not coming back. I have wanted to pick you up so many times."

Finally saying what he wanted to say, Ji Yue let out a sigh of relief: "If you want to blame me, blame me. But Grandpa really wants to make it up to you."

Ji Yirou finally spoke, with a clean and clear voice, her voice was as sweet as broken ice hitting a wall: "I never blame you. It's not because of this reason that I didn't go home. It's the same with acting. I will never give up easily."

Ji Yue frowned: "I like it very much?"

Ji Yirou thought for a while, and answered after a few seconds: "Not really."

Her mind was a little wandering, at first it was just a casual sentence from that person, but she remembered it for many years, so that when Chen Qi found her, she agreed without hesitation.

Later, when she really devoted herself to her career, she gradually became more fond of her work.

Because she has always known that focus is more precious than love.

Ji Yue hummed lightly, and didn't force it anymore. He has finally learned to consider other people's emotions at this age, and no longer forcefully follow his emotions.

A pot of tea has been drunk, the summer sun is scorching, two or three beams of light fall through the gaps in the vegetation, Ji Yirou is a little sleepy, rubbing her ears, lying on the table, her cheek resting on her arm, her voice is also a little soft He said: "Grandpa, I'll sleep for a while, a little while."

Ji Yue was in a daze for a moment because of the almost coquettish tone, and his expression became gentle: "It doesn't matter. You sleep, grandpa is here with you."

Ji Yirou closed her eyes contentedly, the corners of her lips were still slightly curved, probably because she met someone she liked, the happiness in her heart couldn't go away, and her sleeping appearance was extraordinarily peaceful and beautiful.

Ji Yue stared at her, feeling calm and satisfied, and wanted to reach out to pick up a strand of her fallen hair, but was afraid of waking her up, so he finally withdrew his hand.

It turns out that half a life of iron and blood, half a life wasted, is no match for watching my little girl sleep like a kitten on this summer afternoon.

The corners of his lips were drawn up, the wrinkles deepened, and he said softly, "It doesn't matter. Grandpa will give you whatever you want."

……

Ji Yirou only planned to take a short nap, but unexpectedly she was really sleepy, she slept for several hours, and didn't even know when she was moved.

When she woke up, she was already in her room, but it was actually very strange. She probably came back once or twice when she was a child. If the furniture and furnishings had not been touched, she might not have recognized her at all.

Ji Yirou sat up, pulled the pink balloon hanging by the window casually, and played with it a few times.The whole room is light pink, balloons, pandas, dolls... It is completely the room where the little girl lives, and it coincides with her memory.

She turned around in the room, and finally stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sky outside was dark, with a deep blue hanging in the sky, and only a few stars were shining.

The Ji family's villa is at the foot of the mountain. She raised her eyes and saw mountains and green waves in the distance. She couldn't help but think that that person would like the scenery here.

At this time, the phone rang several times.

She was a little shocked and couldn't believe it, and anxiously searched for her phone from her bag... because she had turned on Do Not Disturb for everyone's messages, and only Wen Huaiyu, and only messages from her, would have a voice.

The phone screen lit up, and it was indeed Wen Huaiyu's message.

"Are you home safe?"

"Grandpa asked me to ask."

It seems that I just typed the first sentence, and I am a little regretful and annoyed, so I added one more sentence.

Ji Yirou didn't reply, and suddenly wanted to take a photo for her, she clicked on the camera, only to see a few newest photos inside, it was her sleeping on the small table in the afternoon, probably taken by her grandfather.

So she sent the photo over.

Wen Huaiyu really clicked on it too.The girl in the photo has a peaceful expression, gentle eyebrows and eyes, and the warm and clear summer sun falls on her tender cheeks, coating her with a faint halo, like a quiet and beautiful meticulous painting.

The fingers were one step faster than the brain, and they pressed save first.

Wen Huaiyu suddenly remembered that for so long, there was no picture of Ji Yirou in her mobile phone.This seems to be the first one.

She is used to the way Ji Yirou only looks at her, but it seems that she has never looked at her properly.

She couldn't tell what emotions, guilt, embarrassment, or loss surged up one after another and intertwined together, covering her rationality and causing her to type a few words on the keyboard.By the time he finally reacted, the message had already been sent.

Seeing a line of green words in the dialog box, Wen Huaiyu woke up startled, and pressed withdraw anxiously, but it seemed that it was already too late.

Ji Yirou said that she had already seen it.

The line that was sent out was: You are more moving than the stars.