Good luck today

When Su Shixia said those words, Ji Qingcheng's body seemed to be controlled by an invisible force, and he suddenly sat upright from the bed.

Forsythia had never seen such a battle before. Seeing Ji Qingcheng move, her eyes suddenly turned sharp, and she reflexively took a step forward to stop Su Shixia and protect her.

But before she could make a move, Su Shixia had already raised her hand to stop her.

Forsythia turned to look at Su Shixia, and saw that Su Shixia's eyes were still fixed on Ji Qingcheng, not looking at her at all.But as if he noticed her gaze, he shook his head slightly to indicate that she didn't need to do anything extra.

"I stopped you at the door of the restaurant because I recognized you."

Just when Forsythia wanted to question Su Shixia in detail, Ji Qingcheng spoke.

His voice was hoarse and hollow, and he spoke his answers in an almost straightforward manner, with no emotion at all in his words.

"I have always wanted to find Ji Qingyuan and kill him to avenge the family, but after so many years, I haven't been able to find any clues."

"Finding him and killing him is my obsession. I am not willing to let go of any clue that may be related to him."

Ji Qingcheng said: "The reason why I am pestering you today is because you look very similar to the woman in a portrait that Ji Qingcheng privately drew when he was young. I thought you knew him and knew where he was, and I wanted to find out about Ji Qingyuan from you. Where.”

"I'm wearing a mask. How did you recognize that I look like the woman in Ji Qingyuan's portrait?"

Su Shixia's voice had a strange rhythm. Not to mention Ji Qingcheng, who had already been controlled by her special method at this moment, even Forsythia beside her felt that she had been tense and guarded after hearing this. Unconsciously, I relaxed a little bit.

She intuitively felt that if Su Shixia turned around and asked her anything at this moment, she might tell the truth without any contradiction.

She had only heard of Su Shixia's mystical skills before, but had never actually seen it with her own eyes, and she didn't know how powerful Su Shixia's ability was.

Today, after experiencing it in person, she truly realized the horror of mysticism.

You must treat the lady well in the future, and you must not be disrespectful to her in the slightest.

Forsythia secretly thought in her heart, with Su Shixia's ability, as long as Su Shixia wants, he can turn her into a puppet at her mercy at any time. If you dare to have second thoughts, you are simply seeking death!
While Forsythia was lost in thought, Ji Qingcheng spoke again.

"Although you are wearing a mask on your face, judging from the outline of the half of your face that is exposed, there is no doubt that you are the person in Ji Qingyuan's painting."

Ji Qingcheng's tone was still calm, but this time his words were extremely firm.

"I studied painting with my father since I was a child. I have my own way of identifying each painting and the characters in each painting. I am sure that I did not identify the wrong person."

After hearing Ji Qingcheng's words, Su Shixia's brows furrowed deeply.

After a moment of pause, she asked again: "When did you see Ji Qingyuan draw my portrait?"

"When he was 13."

Because Su Shixia asked Ji Qingcheng's spirit directly, he immediately spoke the answer in his memory without even thinking.

"At that time, the relationship between the two of us was not particularly tense. That night, I went out drinking with my friends and came back very late. When passing by his yard, I found that the light in his study was still on, so I went in to take a look. I looked at him and happened to catch him painting." "When I walked to the desk to look, he didn't mean to avoid me, so I saw the person in his portrait. It was a person I had never seen before. The clothes of the women who have lived there are quite ancient, and they don’t look like the usual clothing style of our Xiqi country women.”

Ji Qingcheng said: "I asked him at that time who was the person in the painting, and also asked him if he had fallen in love with any girl, and asked him to tell me secretly. I promised him not to tell others, and I could help him go there. Ask about the girl's family background, and if she is a good match, I can help him propose marriage to his father and grandfather, and ask the elders to help him propose marriage."

"At the time, I was half joking, and half sincerely felt that the woman in the painting was indeed beautiful enough to match Ji Qingyuan, and I thought it would be a good thing if it could lead to a good match."

"As a result, Ji Qingyuan only told me at the time that the person in the painting did not exist in the world, but was just the person in his dream."

"Because the painting he painted at that time was so realistic, the woman in the painting seemed to be alive. Moreover, his answer was completely beyond my expectation, so I remember the painting, including the scene at that time. Very clear."

Ji Qingcheng answered logically and clearly.

"I also said at the time that since the person in the painting would appear in his dream, it must be that he had seen it in reality. Maybe he didn't remember it himself, so he wanted to ask him for the portrait and brought it with him. I went out and asked someone to help him inquire about it. But he rejected me. After finishing the portrait, he put it away and wouldn't let me get my hands on it at all."

"It wasn't until I met you today that I confirmed that the person he drew that day was you. Even if it's not you, it should be someone who looks exactly like you. In short, it's definitely related to you."

In this state, Ji Qingcheng would never tell lies. It seemed that he really fell in love with her just based on the painting.

Su Shixia was thinking secretly in her heart, but her face showed no strange expression. After a moment of pause, she asked again: "Did Ji Qingyuan tell you anything else about the woman in the painting?"

"No."

Ji Qingcheng shook his head, "I also tried to ask him something more, but he was determined not to say more. No matter how hard I tried, he never asked me."

After confirming that there was really no other valuable information to ask about the painting, Su Shixia breathed a sigh of relief, straightened her expression again, and said in a deep voice:

"Now, tell me all the information you know about Ji Qingyuan, no matter how big or small it is, from beginning to end. Don't leave anything out."

About half an hour later, when the young man who went out to buy medicine returned to the small courtyard with a medicine bag, Su Shixia and the others had already left.

The young man ran into the house quickly and saw no sign of Su Shixia, and his heart sank.

He subconsciously wanted to chase Su Shixia out of the yard, and his eyes inadvertently swept over the bed in the corner of the room, noticing that Ji Qingcheng had woken up at some point, and was turning to look at him. The steps to leave suddenly stopped.

"you……"

Ji Qingcheng rubbed his temples, frowned and looked at the young man at the door, and asked uncertainly: "Are you...Alang?"

After more than ten years of living, young Ji Lang heard his father call out his name for the first time while he was conscious. His body trembled violently, and the medicine bag he held in his arms fell to the ground and rolled over. All over the place.

He was afraid that the medicine packet would fall apart, so he hurriedly knelt down to pick it up. When he lowered his head, he saw warm water droplets falling on the paper packet, leaving shallow wet marks one after another.

Dad's condition has really improved!Now I can even communicate with him rationally!

This was something he had never even dared to dream about... That lady really helped him do it!