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"Ah? What day, the Mid Autumn Festival passed, the Double Ninth Festival did not arrive, is it your birthday? " Ann Yimo thought and asked.

"No..." Ye Yiqing sighed, his voice sounded quiet.

"Is it Tiancheng's birthday?" An Yi Mo can't help but ask a way, just one ask, but feel wrong again, oneself shake his head to deny.

When she registered with Tian Cheng, she took a look at Ye Tiancheng's ID card. His birthday was in July, which had already passed. When they met, it happened to be a few days ago.

"Not really." Ye Yiqing's denial, to an Yimo, there is no suspense.

Ye Yiqing then said, "today It's a very important day. "

"What day is it?" An Yi Mo a face don't understand ask a way, listen to Ye Yiqing's voice, in the heart, have a kind of ominous premonition.

Because she can hear, ye Yiqing's voice with a touch of sadness.

Ye Yiqing usually doesn't use this sad tone when facing an Yimo. He usually tries to make himself a little happier. Therefore, when hearing Ye Yiqing's voice, an Yimo doesn't feel very good.

"Yimo, today It's the death day of my parents, and it's also the death day of Tiancheng's parents. " Ye Yiqing's voice is particularly sad, low to say such a sentence.

Hearing Ye Yiqing say so, an Yimo's heart is not from a tight, for a moment, the brain "buzz" a sound, inexplicable a burst of sadness.

Ye Yiqing and ye Tiancheng are not the same mother, they are just the same father. Their parents even died on the same day?

When he was in the Ye family, ye Tiancheng was never willing to mention his parents' affairs. When talking about other people's parents, ye Tiancheng was not particularly unhappy, but an Yimo could see that there was always an inexplicable sadness in his eyes.

An Yi Mo looks at, in the heart inexplicable sadness worries, also does not know why, always feels has a kind of intense heartache and Guilt.

This feeling is very inexplicable. An Yimo also vaguely feels that ye Tiancheng's family background, the death of Ye Tiancheng's parents, has never been mentioned in front of an Yimo. However, when their relationship became so close, ye Tiancheng never mentioned it to an Yimo. An Yimo vaguely knew that it must have been a very unpleasant experience, Among them There must be a lot of unknown suffering, and a particularly sad story.

Therefore, an Yi Mo careful treatment, ye Tiancheng does not say, she absolutely does not ask.

What do you mean today?

Is he going to tell himself that story?

Thinking of this, an Yi Mo's eyebrows can't help wring, but for a long time, but do not know what to say.

"Yimo, my parents and I have passed away for many years. On this day of every year Tiancheng and I will be very unhappy, especially Tiancheng He is the legitimate son, and his pressure is greater than mine, so he is more sad than me... " Ye Yiqing's voice came faintly: "if I guess correctly, Tiancheng must be drinking in the" night "at the moment, and he will be drunk like you..."

"I..." An to foam bite lips, heart across a touch of pain, for a time, do not know how to answer.

Her heart was sour and painful.

She would like to accompany Ye Tiancheng at the moment to comfort him, but an Yimo knows that she can't go, this time, especially can't go.

If you go, the people of longzhengtian will know.

What's more, even if she's gone, ye Tiancheng asks what she's doing here, and what does she say? Do you tell Ye Tiancheng that after listening to Ye Yiqing's words, he knows that today is his parents' death day, so he comes to comfort himself?

Thinking of this, an Yimo took a deep breath and forced down the pain in his heart. He also said to ye: "elder brother, you can change your grief. Your uncle and aunt have been dead for so many years. They must hope that you and Tiancheng will be happy. Let your aunt go to" night "to persuade Tiancheng to go home. It is said that he is always drunk recently, which is not good for his health ”

Ye Yiqing sighed again and said to an Yimo, "isn't it? But heaven accepts him Will not come back, alas Come on, Yimo, what I shouldn't tell you is that I'm sad in my heart. Anyway, you are a member of the Ye family and your parents' daughter-in-law. I have to tell you about it. "

"Well." An Yimo's voice was low, and his heart was sour. However, she did not know how to talk to Ye Yiqing, nor did she know how to comfort him.

As if feeling the sadness of an Yimo, ye Yiqing sighed and said to an Yimo seriously: "Yimo, you can have a rest early. I don't want to disturb you. Tell you, I'm much better. I really hope that next year's parents' death day, I can get up early in the morning and go to their graveyard to worship."

An Yi Mo's heart is sour, choked and said: "certainly can, elder brother, you must practice well, do not be discouraged, whether for me, or for uncle and aunt."

"Well, I see. It's late, Yimo. You should have a rest early. Goodbye

"Goodbye!"

Hang up the phone, an Yimo just remember, have not asked Ye Yiqing his legs and feet recovery situation, forget it, next time to talk about it.By Ye Yiqing's phone call down, an Yimo also had no sleepiness, rolling around in the bed, has been unable to sleep, sighed, since can not sleep, simply get out of bed, went downstairs, went to the side of Gui Garden.

In such a night, I don't know whether it is because of the extra quiet, the fragrance of flowers is even more intense. The sweet fragrance of flowers haunts the tip of my nose. An Yimo looks up and looks at the sky. After so many days of Mid Autumn Festival, the moonlight in the sky is covered by dark clouds, and nothing can be seen.

Tomorrow, it may rain.

An Yimo closed his eyes and breathed slowly. The rich aroma of Osmanthus gradually distracted an Yimo's attention. His depressed heart seemed to be relieved.

In the quiet and comfortable life, there was a sound of feet and steps behind her. The voice was very heavy. An Yi thought that she was coming to persuade her to have a rest. She said, "Xiao AI, I have insomnia. I'll go up and have a rest right now. You can go back to your room first. Don't worry about me."

AI did not speak, but continued to walk forward a few steps, waiting for the breath to approach an Yimo, it was a strong aroma of wine.

Behind the person's voice with a touch of hoarse, heavy spread: "why do you insomnia?"

It's the voice of longziyu.

An Yi Mo's eyes suddenly opened, dropped his head, turned around and looked at longziyu: "how is it you?"

Under the hazy night, next to a high street lamp, dim yellow light, hit longziyu's face, as if plated with a layer of gold powder, his eyes, are broken yellow light.

An Yimo sighed, turned his head, and looked at longziyu deeply, waiting for his reply.

His face was redder than usual. His cold eyes were blurred by the light or drunk. His long and narrow eyes glared at an Yimo. His beautiful appearance flashed a silent sadness.

Sad?

Originally tonight, not only Tiancheng and ye Yiqing are sad, but also longziyu?

"I can't sleep. I saw the figure downstairs in my study. I didn't expect it was you." Longziyu's voice was dumb because he was drunk. Listening, he was particularly intoxicated. I don't know whether he smelled his wine or because he was close to him. An Yimo felt that the whole person was going to be drunk.

"Why can't you sleep?" Anemone stopped and asked, "did you drink wine?"

Longziyu nodded, a pair of eyes pupil, eyes fell on an Yimo's abdomen, sighed, rather regretfully said: "it's just a pity that you are pregnant, otherwise And have a drink with me

Ann is speechless.

So big dragon family, as the eldest young master's longziyu, can't even find a drinker?

Thinking of this, an Yimo can't help but sigh and say: "what's the matter with you? Is there anything on your mind? "

Longziyu sat down on the bench under the osmanthus tree. The night wind was blowing. The intoxicating fragrance of flowers with the cold temperature made him sober. He looked at the depression between an Yimo's eyebrows, frowned, like a strong grief that could not be changed. He sighed and said, "what about you? Is there anything unhappy? "

An Yimo said bluntly, "tonight It's Tiancheng's parents' death day. He drinks at night. I really want to accompany him and comfort him. It's just I can't go, you know. "

Her voice is very low, but strong sadness, but like the winter can not open the sadness, thick people sad.

"Is it?" Longziyu didn't seem to be much surprised. He was not interested in Ye Tiancheng.

An Yimo looked at him and saw him smile bitterly. He said in a low voice: "Ye Tiancheng is really happy. There is such a man who sacrifices for him, but he doesn't know anything. I really want to ask someone to comfort me. Unfortunately No one will comfort me. I can't even be sad. "

In his long and narrow eyes, full of grief and despair, an Yimo was burned by such a look, and then said, "young master Longda calls on the wind and rain, one under ten thousand people, what other sad things do you have? You Do you need comfort? "

Longzi Yuben looked up at the blue osmanthus in the distance. Under the light, the blue osmanthus was very piercing, which was much more than the golden osmanthus on the top of the head.

After listening to an Yimo's words, he slowly lowered his head, turned his head and looked at an Yimo. A sneer and a sarcastic smile overflowed: "I naturally need other people's comfort. Today, I need other people's comfort more than ye Tiancheng, because Today is also my parents' death day

In a word, his words are extremely relaxed and natural, as if telling an Yimo that it is a sunny day today. He is indifferent to others' affairs, but his eyes are so sad and sad.

Like a lost eagle, it makes people tremble deeply.

However, what makes an Yimo more shocked is the content of his words.

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