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"Well, it's good for self-cultivation." Yuan Qiu light smile, a burst of praise to her, "no wonder you are so quiet, now girls rarely have you so calm."

"I have a time to get angry, too." LAN LAN will be the past thoughts back, tongue, lovely smile.

"Every man has his own temper." Yuan Qiu waved her hand, as if she could see that she was distracted.

"Is my character a dancing girl?"

"It's not just dancing. Oh, omnipotent, anything."

On hearing this, LAN LAN has a kind of vertigo. Isn't it that the role she takes on is not difficult to perform? How can she come up with

"Mr. Bai has high hopes for Miss LAN." Yuan Qiu cheered her on.

"Well, I won't let Mr. White down." She nodded heavily and promised, "I won't let Miss yuan down."

Not only for the dream, but also to make yourself worthy of that excellent man.

After seeing blue LAN drive out of the door, Ling Ji also went downstairs from the back door to sit on the car that Shuke had been waiting for for a long time.

"To Ling's manor."

Shuk didn't have to look back. He recognized the urgency of the matter from the man's words, so he stepped on the accelerator to the end and went straight to the manor.

When the old man of Ling got up early to read the morning paper, he saw Ling Yinyin walking down from the upstairs and asked, "what about others?"

"Brother said that he would go to the company to deal with some things in the early morning, and would come back immediately."

"Asshole!" The old man angrily threw the morning paper in his hand to the ground. He was angry and said, "didn't I tell him yesterday that I want to go to the cemetery today? What important things can't be put aside? "

"Dad." Ling Yin Yin Yin came forward and helped Ling Fu to follow the Qi. He said, "brother said that he would come back to have breakfast with us as soon as possible."

"Hum!" Ling Xuanhong snorted coldly and exhausted his evil spirit just now. He took the newspaper that Ling Yinyin picked up from the ground and sat back on the couch and read it again.

Ling Yinyin went to the living room to make a cup of hot tea and put it in front of him. After hearing the housekeeper coming to ask about breakfast, Ling Yinyin said, "wait a minute, wait for big brother."

"For what?" Hearing this, Ling Xuanhong was in a hurry again. He turned his head and said, "don't wait. I'll go and prepare it now."

The housekeeper promised to go down.

Ling Yinyin helped him up and just sat down at the table. Someone outside reported that the young master was back. Ling Xuanhong pretended not to hear the same thing and picked up the dishes and chopsticks to eat.

When Ling Ji came in, she saw Ling Yinyin winking at him. Naturally, she knew that her father was angry again.

Also did not say what, walked to the dining table, the servant handed over the hand washing water, washed the hand, also did not speak out to eat up.

When he was halfway through the meal, Ling Xuanhong put his chopsticks on the table and made a clang sound.

"Where have you been?" There was no emotion in the voice.

Ling Ji pretended not to see his anger, continued to put a piece of bread in his mouth, chewed and said, "went to the company."

"What did I tell you yesterday?"

"By the way, when I passed the snack street in Tangkou, I bought some pancakes..." Avoiding his father, he said to himself.

"Pancakes?" Ling Yinyin repeats in a puzzled way. It seems that it is very difficult to connect such a grounded food with the man in front of him, "brother, what do you buy it for?"

Then again, there was silence at the table.

Ling Xuanhong lost his appetite. He took a heavy breath, nodded his head and said, "you still have a conscience."

Think of once, he and Ling mother two people together since childhood, from the bitter days all the way, depend on each other. Once in a while, I can eat pancakes from Tangkou, and I feel very happy.

"Actually, I don't like pancakes." When Ling Xuanhong spoke again, his voice was heavy.

"Every time I make some money, I will let your mother buy it, mainly because she likes to eat. On the same day, she passed by Tangkou. I said that I wanted to eat pancakes again, so she went to buy them. Later, she never came back... "

"Dad." Seeing that he choked up, Ling Yinyin got up and went to him and comforted him, "it's been so many years. Don't be sad any more. Be careful of your own body..."

"Yinyin, you don't know. I feel sorry for this for a long time..."

"So, Dad, in order not to make yourself sad or think of your mother, you sent me to a foreign country, didn't you?" Ling Ji suddenly opens his mouth, and his words startle Ling Xuanhong.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" He sat up from his seat angrily, pointing at his son, "where did you hear that, you tell me again?"

"Brother Ling Yinyin opened her mouth, with a trace of anger in her voice, "my father is like this, how can you return..."

"Yinyin, look at him. How can I have such a heartless little beast?" Ling Xuanhong kicked away the dining chair behind him and walked upstairs.

Ling Ji seemed to have not heard the scolding, continued to eat the last mouthful of bread without expression, then wiped the corners of his mouth and got up to leave.In the cemetery, apart from the neat arrangement of white flower tombstones, one can see a large black crowd.

On the desolate loess ground, only a few open wild flowers decorate this monotonous place.

"This year, you're here for the first time. Have a good conversation with your mother." When Ling Xuanhong talks, he looks forward and doesn't look at Ling Ji.

Ling Yinyin followed him and turned her head to look at him. As usual, she could not see any emotion on her expression.

From childhood to adulthood, she could see all kinds of faces of people. She was very comfortable in front of Ling Xuanhong, but she didn't care when she came to Ling Ji.

The man stood by her side, the nearest place to her, she still could not feel his heartbeat, could not guess what was running fast in his brain.

Is he so tired that he doesn't want to stop and have a rest?

Maybe there is, just in front of his lover, where she can't see it.

She looked at a bunch of flowers in her arms and sniffed, and suddenly thought of the day he announced his marriage, holding the flowers.

At that moment, happiness flashed in his eyes. I don't know if the girl who took the flower is like herself and loves him very much.

Suddenly, a stop in front of the pace, she did not expect, directly hit up.

Ling Ji turned around and looked at her. There was no temperature in her eyes.

"I'm sorry." She blushed a little and quickly bowed her head to apologize.

Ling Ji turned his head, did not say a word, and continued to walk forward.

Soon, the crowd stopped. In front of the tombstone, full of flowers and fruits, near the ground, has long been cleaned up, leaving no trace of weeds.

Everyone went to the memorial ceremony one by one. Only Ling Xuanhong sat in front of the tombstone and recited for a long time that he was pulled up by Ling Yinyin.

"Dad, it's cold on the ground. Pay attention to your body."

Then he got up and put down the pancake in his hand.