"You... Where did you get this picture?"

Ji Lao suddenly raised his head and looked at the familiar and strange face in front of him

"My surname is Gong QingHan"

"QingHan, QingHan Palace"!

Ji Lao stared at the boss and shook his body. I'm afraid he would fall to the ground if Ji Qianmo didn't hold him

"You... You are really cold." Ji Lao was suddenly excited

Reach out and grab Gong QingHan's two arms, staring at this beautiful face

"Yes, it's you. It must be. It can't be wrong,

You're not dead, you're still alive, really alive "

"Do you know me, or do you know my parents?"

"Know, know, QingHan, Gong QingHan, you are brother's granddaughter"

Ji Lao kept nodding his head, his chaotic eyes covered with water mist, looking at Gong QingHan with a loving face,

"Grandpa, do you really know QingHan"?

Last time Gong QingHan reported his name, Ji Qianmo doubted her identity

Hearing that she wanted to see Grandpa, her abnormal mood and the back mountain where grandpa often went, he felt it was not simple

He also wanted to send someone to investigate, but finally gave up. He wanted to get to know her slowly

Hearing that Grandpa said he knew QingHan, I was still curious and worried. Those on the back mountain didn't know if they had anything to do with her

Ji Lao wiped his tears from the corners of his eyes, let go of Gong QingHan's hand, calmed his mood, picked up the bloody photo, looked at it, and reached out to caress the person in the photo

"Like, too like..."

"Mr. Ji, you and my grandpa..." Mr. Ji just called grandpa big brother

"Kid, I'm your grandpa Ji"

Gong QingHan's brain flashed white. When she was a child, her mother fell in a pool of blood. The big pool of blood burned her memory like magma

Yes, she forgot a lot about the past. It was too exciting for her,

Midnight said she was selective amnesia. She resisted those beautiful past in her heart. She chose to live in hatred to stimulate her determination to revenge

Hatred blinded her mind and swallowed up those beautiful and happy things when she was a child

Midnight was always afraid that she would forget all the happy things and that she would become a walking corpse,

Sometimes she can't remember the looks of her parents and grandparents. On the one hand, she was young, on the other hand, she didn't want to remember,

But whenever she can't remember her parents, she feels sorry for them. She lives in this contradiction and pain every day

Gong QingHan only feels nervous pain. When he was a child, Grandpa's vague outline appeared in front of him——

"Grandpa, why are you so happy?" little QingHan asked old man Gong

"Hehe, Qing'er, Grandpa Ji is coming back on your birthday." old Gong even smiled between his eyebrows

Grandpa Ji!

Gong QingHan frowned tightly, and bursts of pain came from his head, and his lips were instantly pale

When she was a child, her mother took her to the amusement park and took her to make a flower basket

Her father taught her to play chess and piano. She rode on her grandfather's back,

She had personally sealed it up, and the deepest memories buried in her heart began to reorganize like pieces of broken glass

She hugged her head in pain, her legs softened and fell to her knees

"Cold..."

Ji Qianmo rushed up and grabbed Gong QingHan's trembling and thin shoulders

"Child..." Ji Lao hurried up

"What's the matter with you..." Ji Qianmo asked anxiously

"Headache..." Gong QingHan clenched his teeth and squeezed out two words

"I'll call a doctor," Ji Qianmo said of the family doctor who has been taking care of Ji Lao

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