A pure cemetery.

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

Unlike other photos, the photos on this tombstone are drawn, lifelike and vivid.

It was a boy of eight or nine years old, with a pair of big black grape-like eyes, long eyelashes, exquisite and beautiful.

"I'm here to see you." Ye Weilan smiled and placed the flower in her hand on the bluestone slab, squatted down, gently stroked her fingers on the child's face, and began to chatter.

All we talk about is what happened in the past year, both good and bad.

He is undoubtedly a good person to talk to.

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

"That bastard is like a fairy. If you see too much, you will be bewitched... Of course, you are more beautiful than him..."

"Brother Qin Yu has been leaving for almost three years, I don't know when he will be back..."

"Chat Duoduo is very cute. Lilith is so strong that she can kill a wolf..."

When the sunset was setting, the person who had been sitting on the ground for a whole day stood up and used it as a sofa for her behind her back, Lilith shook her tail.

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

...

Qi Ye returned home in the evening, but Ye Weilan had not come back yet.

He rubbed his eyebrows tiredly, and the butler respectfully handed over a cup of coffee: "Young Master, it's late, do you want to 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 did he see him?

He has a great memory and can't forget what he has seen, but he can't remember that person at all.

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

The housekeeper took a look, his eyebrows moved, and then he turned down. The more he looked, the stranger he looked, and there were a total of seventeen pictures. When he turned to the last one, his face turned rarely distorted.

"how?"

The butler twitched: "Young Master, if there is the same person in front and behind, then this person should be you."

Qi Ye: “…”

His eyes fell on the last painting. It was a boy of eight or nine years old, with a delicate and fair face, a cold face, but his eyes were filled with fear. Is this him?

Qi Ye's eyelids twitched hard.

"Young Master, did you meet the young lady when you were a child?" the housekeeper asked tentatively.

Qi Ye's eyes sank: "I don't remember this at all," he clasped the album with his slender fingers and narrowed his gorgeous eyes slightly: "Weilan will not lie, the only possibility is that my memory has been touched," the thin corners of his lips curled up a bloodthirsty arc: "Those old people!"

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

"No chance!" Qi Ye's eyes were cold: "Even if they did it perfectly, some things could never be changed."

For example, his feelings about Ye Weilan.

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

The housekeeper stepped down with tactfully.

Qi Ye didn't feel guilty at all, and waved to his wife with the painting book: "Wei Lan, come here."

Ye Weilan's eyes turned cold: "You moved my painting?"

Before she could get angry, Qi Ye heard him say, "I know the person in the painting."
Chapter completed!