A clean cemetery.

Ye Weilan held a handful of white daisies in her arms and stared at the photos posted on the tombstone.

Different from other photos, the photos on this tombstone are painted, lifelike and vivid.

It was an eight- or nine-year-old boy with a small pink face, big black grape-like eyes, long eyelashes, delicate and beautiful.

"I've come to see you." Ye Weilan smiled and put the flowers in his hand on the bluestone slab, squatted down, stroked the child's face with his fingers, and began to chatter.

It's all about what happened in the past year, both good and bad.

He's undoubtedly a good person to talk to.

"I'm married, I'm married to a bastard......"

"That bastard is born like a goblin, and if you see too much, you will be bewitched...... Of course, you're prettier than him......"

"Brother Qin Yu has been gone for almost three years, and I don't know when I will come back......"

"Tea blossoms are cute, Lilith is strong enough to bite a wolf to death......"

When the sun set, the man who had been sitting on the ground all day stood up, and the sofa behind her was wagging her tail.

"I'm going back," she said with a smile, "Happy birthday, Ye Bing." ”

……

Qi returned home in the evening, and Ye Weilan had not yet returned.

He rubbed his eyebrows a little tiredly, and the butler respectfully handed over a cup of coffee: "Young master, it's getting late, do you want to go find the young lady?" ”

Qi Ye shook his head, and suddenly remembered the painting again, he could feel that the person on the painting was very important to Ye Weilan, and even made her think about it for more than ten years.

Where the hell had he seen it?

He has an excellent memory, as long as he has seen it, it is impossible to forget it, but for that person, he can't remember anything.

Qi Ye entered the studio and took out the painting book: "Uncle Lin, this person, where have I seen it before?" ”

The housekeeper glanced at it, his eyebrows moved, and then he turned it down, the more he looked at it, the more strange his eyes became, a total of seventeen, and when he turned to the last one, his whole face was rarely distorted.

"How?"

The corner of the housekeeper's mouth twitched: "Young master, if it is the same person before and after, then this person should be you." ”

Qi Ye: "......"

His eyes fell on the last painting, it was a little boy of eight or nine years old, with a delicate and fair face, a cold face, but the bottom of his eyes was mixed with timidity, this was him?

Qi Ye's eyelids twitched fiercely.

"Young Master, did you see the young lady when you were a child?" The butler asked tentatively.

Qi Ye's eyes sank for a moment: "I don't remember this incident at all," his slender fingers clenched the album, and narrowed his gorgeous eyes slightly: "Weilan won't deceive people, the only possibility is that my memory has been tampered with," The corners of his thin lips hooked a bloodthirsty arc: "Those old immortals!" ”

The housekeeper was a little worried: "Young master, maybe ......"

"No maybe!" Qi Ye's eyes were cold: "No matter how seamless they are, some things can't be changed." ”

For example, his feelings for Ye Weilan.

A fat white ball ran in from the door, and Ye Weilan led Lilith behind him.

The butler retreated with interest.

Qi Ye didn't have any self-consciousness at all, and beckoned to his wife with a painting book: "Weilan, come here." ”

Ye Weilan's eyes were cold: "You moved my painting?!" ”

didn't wait for her to lose her temper, but heard Qi Ye say, "I know the person on the painting." ”

Ye Weilan stepped forward and snatched the album, and said coldly: "He has no father, no mother, no brothers and sisters, and no one has been looking for him after being dead for so many years, where do you know him?" ”