Ji Fanling touched his nose and was silent for a while. The breeze picked up and the tips of the grass swayed.
"I'm living in my classmate's house now. He's very nice and he lent me money. I've found a job and will be able to support myself soon."
"Everything is much better than it was ten years ago."
Ji Fanling stood up. , patted the snow on the corner of her clothes: "I was already dead, but suddenly I had to live for decades, which felt a bit troublesome."
She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then smiled softly. "But, I'm also a little happy."
After sweeping the tomb, Ji Fanling walked back along the way he came.
A cemetery caretaker wearing a blue uniform and sweeping snow with a big broom suddenly stopped her: "Hey, are you a relative of Jiang Wan?"
"Yes."
"Sorry, leaving things is not allowed in the cemetery. " Please take what you brought."
"Isn't it just a bunch of flowers?" Ji Fanling asked, "
Not flowers."
Ji Fanling took the photo frame and turned it over, completely stunned. : "This is, when did you get it?"
There is a photo of Jiang Wan in the photo frame.
The pearl photo frame she bought when she was hungry and saved money has gradually turned yellow over time, but the photo is still bright.
Jiang Wan, with her black hair and white dress, was frozen in her charming appearance, and it didn't look like she had been exposed to the wind and sun for ten years.
"Just last month? Last month? I kept the ones left by the grave sweepers."
The administrator scratched his head, "I just happened to meet you today."
Most likely, it was Ji Guoliang . Yue came to the cemetery and threw the photo away, but Ji Fanling knew that it could never be Ji Guoliang.
She couldn't think about it for a moment: "Thank you for keeping it."
The girl hurriedly took out her mobile phone, "Do you want to pay a storage fee or something?"
"No, no, no." The man quickly waved his hand, "It's just a matter of responsibility. "Little girl, please take it, there's nothing to be polite about."
Ji Fanling hugged the photo like a treasure, left the cemetery, and took the bus all the way back to the city, feeling like a dream.
...She thought the photos were gone long ago.
Along the way, she couldn't help but glance at it, put it back, take it out, look at it again, and put it back again.
When she got off the bus at the gate of the community, she saw Fu Yingcheng's car on the roadside. She ran over and knocked on the window with her hand: "Are you here early?"
Fu Yingcheng put down the documents in his hand, unlocked the door, and looked up at her. , his eyes paused.
The girl bent down and leaned into the car.
She had specially dressed up today. She was wearing a lamb jacket that she had bought but had never worn before, a light brown thin woolen sweater, and a pair of white leather short boots.
The long hair is also carefully combed, and the tips of the hair are black and smooth hanging on the waist.
Clean and well-behaved as I have never seen before.
The most striking thing is her emotion.
Even if you keep a straight face and lower your eyes, it will still trickle out from under your eyelashes.
Fu Yingcheng withdrew his gaze, started the car, and silently raised his lips: "Is it so formal to invite a guest?" Although they live together every day, in the blink of an eye, they haven't eaten together for more than a month. It's time for dinner.
Ji Fanling turned around: "Huh?"
The girl reacted and said, "No, look at this." She opened the plastic bag.
The emotion in Fu Yingcheng's eyes dimmed for a moment, then he turned around and glanced at the photo in her hand: "What's wrong?"
Ji Fanling admired it again happily: "Does it look good? This photo frame, this skirt, this necklace ..."
Fu Yingcheng looked at the rearview mirror, turned the steering wheel, and said lightly: "Auntie is good-looking."
...
The air froze for two seconds.
Ji Fanling's eyes were confused: "How do you know this is my mother?"
Chapter 20 Date
The woman in the photo frame smiled softly.
The turn signal flashes on human nerves.
Fu Yingcheng's lips moved slightly and his tone was calm: "Because... I look similar to you."
Ji Fanling said: "Like? How is it similar? Why don't I feel like it?" However, his attention had already turned to the photo. , with a little pride, I accepted this statement naturally.
Out of the corner of his eye, the man gripped the steering wheel's knuckles and relaxed them quietly.
Ji Fanling stroked the photo and then raised his head: "Um, is this photo okay if I take it home?"
"What can be the problem?"
Ji Fanling hesitated for a while, then told the truth: "Because this is what I just took from the cemetery. The one I took back didn't actually stay in the cemetery for long, and was quickly taken away by the administrator. If you think..."
She hesitated carefully, "It's unlucky or something, I'll put the photo frame in it. It was dismantled and only the photo frame was left. Anyway, the photo frame was old..."
Fu Yingcheng interrupted her: "I look like a superstitious person?"
"Oh, that's good." Ji Fanling breathed a sigh of relief. Worry too much.
She suddenly remembered that back then, the tradition of Beiwan No. 1 Middle School was to place a Wenquxing statue under the teaching building. According to folklore, if you don't pay homage to someone passing by, you will fail the exam.
At the end of every semester, there are so many tributes in front of Wenquxing that it is impossible to collect them all. Even if the school explicitly prohibits them, students still secretly deliver fruits and snacks to the statue in waves.
Regardless of whether his grades are good or bad, when he passes by Wenquxing, no matter how anxious he is, he will nod to indicate it.
Only Fu Yingcheng, as he always did, walked over without looking sideways.
One time when the bell was ringing and Ji Fanling was walking to the classroom with his pocket in his pocket, he saw Fu Yingcheng in front of him and once again ignored the statue.
Classmate Chen Jun clasped his hands and bowed quickly, turned his head and said in surprise: "Hey, God Fu, don't you worship Wenquxing?"
Fu Yingcheng replied coldly: "I took the exam. , why do you want to worship him? "