Time flew by, most of the people who attended the funeral had gone back, and only some of my mother's friends were still in the living room below talking to my mother about the inauguration ceremony for the next month, and the official inauguration was tomorrow, and my mother's face did not have the slightest nostalgia for my father, but she smiled, like a queen enjoying the wine of victory, surrounded by the knights around her, and was about to ascend to the throne.

The cruel reality taught by her mother is correct, and the warm reality taught by her father is also correct, but Ji Qing's head is even more sober at this moment, because Jean said that life is not father's or mother's, but his own.

Ji Qing was lying on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, she was very tired today, even if it was just a sentence, Ji Qing wanted to hear the truth from her mother, she was no longer a child, she had grown up, and she would be 18 years old the day after tomorrow.

Finally at 12 o'clock in the evening, the guests left, Ji Qing ran down excitedly, wanting to talk to her mother, at this time the mother was holding a wine glass, more than half of the wine in the glass, the wine glass was crystal clear under the warm yellow light, the wine inside was soft and beautiful, and the smile on her mother's face was blooming, like a rose.

"Xiaoqing, why don't you sleep yet?"

"Mom, Dad's ......."

Ivy turned drunkenly, tilted her head sideways, smiled drunkenly, and shook her head.

"Didn't you say you shouldn't mention it? Mom will soon be crowned king, and you should be happy for me. ”

Ji Qing sat down with gloomy eyes and took away the wine glass in her mother's hand.

"Xiaoqing, women are like this, for a long time, if your other half can't be relied on, I mean spiritual dependence, then what should you do? It's good to enjoy life, whether it's power or wealth, only if you grasp it, you don't need a man, and I will go to the party in a few days, and I will introduce a humble and polite child to you, it should be quite ......."

"Mom......."

Ivy laughed, shaking her head constantly, tears overflowing her eyes.

"Silly boy, the life you have is just a narrow and meaningless flower in the mirror that you see at this stage, everything I said is for your good, and when you grow up in a few years, you will understand, only yourself in this world depends on yourself."

Let's go it

Ji Qing's tears rolled down like beads of broken thread, and Ivy comfortably hugged Ji Qing and patted her back.

"My little princess, don't cry, it's right to listen to your mother, you will ....... in the future"

In the breeze, there was a soft and pleasant whistle, Ji Qing's eyes widened for a moment, and Ivy also noticed that Ji Qing was very familiar with this whistle, which she often heard when she was very young, and the man who coaxed herself to sleep often blew.

Click

Ji Qing opened the door, and in an instant all her emotions were completely released, she flew over and cried.

"I'm sorry, Uncle Jean, I'm sorry......."

Jean smiled softly, patted Ji Qing's back gently, looked at Ivy who was drunken and leaning at the door, and politely signaled.

"Sorry, Ms. Ivy, for the interruption."

Ivy shook her head, looking at Jean with a fascination in her eyes for a while, and kept shaking her head.

"If it's a man like you, you should be able to firmly tie a woman's heart, it's a pity that there is only one Jean in Bright City."

Ivy remembered the day her daughter was born, both husband and wife were very excited, she had never felt such warmth, on a sunny morning, her daughter was born, and the end of the season, who was the husband, panicked, and even her daughter's name was picked on the left and right, hesitating.

"It's better to simply call it Ji Qing, the sun seems to be particularly warm this morning, if in the past, such good weather is called a sunny day."

At this time, a trace of warmth appeared on Ivy's face, and the long-ago memory resurfaced, but she still lowered her head and turned around and walked in.

"When I saw you a long time ago, Mr. Jean, I was like Xiaoqing, but it's a pity that the years are urging people, I'm getting old, and Mr. Jean you haven't changed, thank you Mr. Jean, I'm going to sleep."

Ji Qing was still crying, all the unwillingness and sadness had turned into tears, she held Jean's chest tightly, and kept saying sorry in her mouth.

After a while, Ji Qing was still sobbing quietly, and the two sat on the steps of the door, and Ji Qing as a child often waited with Jean to wait for his parents to come home at dusk.

A touch of smoke wafted by, Ji Qing looked at Jean with red eyes, he looked up and smiled.

"Xiaoqing, no matter what, he is your father, and you, as a daughter, have the right to believe in your father, no matter what happens in the future, just believe it."

Ji Qing raised her head slightly and looked at Jean.

"Uncle Jean, what about you?"

Jean exhaled a soft puff of smoke before laughing.

"It's not white or black, it's somewhere in between gray."

Jean got up as he spoke, and walked to the tombstone, where the flowers were scattered in front of the tombstone, and he bent over and picked them up.

"Such a beautiful flower, it's ugly."

Saying that, Jean began to fiddle with it, placing the bouquets of flowers neatly, Ji Qing stood behind Jean, a smile appeared on his face, from childhood to adulthood, Ji Qing never heard Jean talk about work, but he paid great attention to many small details in life, liked to fiddle with flowers, liked to plant, liked to try fresh cooking methods, preferred to say some new things seen in the city, never said rights, economy and other things, nor did he talk about any big truths, but equality, never when Ji Qing was a child perfunctory her.

"I'll help you Jean....... Uncle. ”

After a while, the flowers were neatly arranged, and Jean glanced at the flowers that had been trampled on the edge of the courtyard wall, and walked over, finding something at random to use as a support for the flowers.

"Xiaoqing, it's interesting to take care of these flowers when you have time, because they are alive."

Ji Qing smiled and nodded, her emotions had been released, and her mood was much better, Ji Qing raised her head, feeling the cool night breeze, she wanted to choose a free life, not arranged by her father or mother.

Inside the bedroom

Ji Qing had already laid down, Jean was silently waiting for her to fall asleep, the familiar and reassuring whistle sounded again, Ji Qing closed her eyes, smiled sweetly, and gradually fell asleep.

late at night

Jean returned to the courtyard and was about to go out, when he saw Ivy leaning against the door, her head bowed.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Ivy, congratulations."

Ivy raised her head, her smile a little bitter, but the ice on her face melted.

"No one can get into your heart, Mr. Jean."

Looking at Jean, who had already left, like a spring breeze coming and going, Ivy turned around and tried to close the door.

"No matter how many years, you still live beautifully, Ms. Ivy, Xiaoqing has grown up, and I will come often when I have time."