Mu Jinbai pointed and held Jun Qing's palm, "Green Qing, let's go?"

Jun Qing pursed her lips and looked at Di Lin with her face, "Then you go back first, I'll go home later."

Di Lin smiled and nodded.

Following Mu Jinbai, Jun Qing sat back to the back seat of Mu Jinbai's car, turned to see Di Lin still standing in place, she raised her right hand and made a gesture to him from afar, signaling him to get in the car.

Di Lin stood there without moving, watching the car adjust its direction and relocate into the traffic.

A man's heart was as if half of it had been torn away by someone, and it hurts emptyly.

Lu Wenqing stood on the side of the car, frowned.

Seeing that Di Lin was standing still, he walked over with heartache.

"Sir, get in the car?"

Di Lin turned around and got into the back seat of the car.

The driver started the car carefully, and the man in the back seat remained silent.

The car returned to Di Lin's mansion, Lu Wenqing opened the car door. Di Lin got out of the car but did not enter the house, but turned around and walked towards the artificial lake.

Originally, the lake was at the foot of the mountain, and it was still a distance from the mansion.

Knowing that Jun Qing likes the sea, he specially dug this artificial lake and lures the water from the distance. He does not plant flowers or grass on the shore, but spreads white sea sand that was airlifted.

In summer, she likes to swing here, stepping around on the beach with barefoot barefoots.

When he went out to sea, he would collect some special shells or starfish and come back, bury them in the sand, and look at the little girl and scream and discover them.

Now, it is early summer.

In order to facilitate her to play, he specially asked someone to clean the lake some time ago.

Sitting down on the swing, Di Lin bent over and grabbed a handful of fine sand and slowly held his hand tightly.

The quicksand flows down from his fingers and falls on the beach. The harder he tries, the less he can't grasp it.

...

...

Zijin Apartment.

Mu Jinbai pushed open the door and spoke with a smile.

"Gently, come in!"

Jun Qing followed him into the hall and looked around.

"This house was where our parents lived before when they were not divorced." Mu Jinbai put Jun Qing's bag in his hand on the foyer cabinet and pulled her into the living room. "We lived here when you were born. Do you remember?"

Without waiting for Jun Qing to answer, he shook his head himself.

"It's all my brother who was too anxious. How could you remember when you were young? By the way... Are you thirsty or hungry?"

Jun Qing just shook his head, "You don't have to be so polite."

"This is your home, you don't have to be polite. Come and sit down, I'll see what you can drink!"

Mu Jinbai rushed into the restaurant quickly. Jun Qing did not sit, but walked over and stood in front of the wall full of photos.

On the wall, there are photos of her and her mother without exception - of course, she was when she was a child.

The pink and tender little baby, the little baby wearing jumpsuits, she eats, crys, and laughs...

Mu Jinbai came out with two drinks, but he didn't see the person on the sofa. He felt nervous. He turned to see her standing in front of the wall and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I only have juice and milk here, what do you drink?"

Jun Qing narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to the photo of his mother on the wall, "Is this...mom?!"

"Yes, she's a cello player."

Looking at the photos on the wall, those childhood memories came to my heart little by little.
Chapter completed!