A shot in Mr. Lin's heart

Chapter 315 Changyun Dark Snow Mountain 8
Sitting in the car, Chen Rao took out his mobile phone and solemnly said to Ji Nian: "Ji Nian, I think you are right! I will reply to my grandfather's message now, he has been urging me to take pictures of him for the past few days Send it over."

grandfather?

Ji Nian froze for a moment.

Many fragments flashed through her mind, and finally stopped in the picture of getting along with her grandfather when she was young.

Grandpa used to tease her with a piece of jade when she was a child. The piece of jade was pale yellow, soft and smooth to the touch, and the tail was wrapped with a silver string, and a piece of red string was hung on it. The sharper part of the front was wrapped by the red string. , hung a string of small tassels, which always fluttered gently in the wind when I was a child.

If you take those red strings and tassels apart...

As if someone had knocked heavily on her heart, she suddenly opened her eyes wide, the blood faded from her lips as pale as paper, and immediately called Lin Ye on her mobile phone.

He was probably busy, and no one answered the phone calls he made several times.

Chen Rao at the side noticed something was wrong, and frowned: "Ji Nian, why is your complexion so bad all of a sudden, are you okay?"

Ji Nian bit her lip and shook her head, loosening her frowning eyebrows.

It's not clear what's going on now, she can't mess herself up and scare herself.

The piece of jade they found last time was so black that it could not be seen as jade, so she felt familiar.

She used to play with that piece of jade in the palm of her hand when she was in preschool, and she knew the patterns and cracks on it by heart.

Even after she became an adult, she could still vaguely remember it.

The piece of jade she dug up would definitely not be the one she played with when she was a child, because that piece of jade had been kept in her suitcase as a relic of her grandfather. Wherever she went, that piece of jade would be with her.

She has always believed that Nian Xiang will not die, even if Yin and Yang are separated.

Ji Nian is even more certain that the two pieces of jade are very similar except for their color, and they are all patterned with fish.

When she was in elementary school, her uncle had just entered university and was studying archeology. At that time, she had opened some pictures of jade articles with him, and most of the jade on them were of that kind of fineness.

This may be a feature of some of the unearthed jade artifacts.

Since the value of that piece of jade can be hundreds of millions, it is definitely not something that my grandfather could afford when he was young. In addition to the smooth touch on the jade, it should be often held and played by people, and this piece of jade does not have any black part.

If you guessed right, it should have been passed down by her ancestors.

Grandpa actually passed on such a precious thing to her, did he have long been disappointed in Cheng Zhong?

Ji Nian was a little distracted, and unconsciously remembered the self who used to run after his grandfather, the self who was caught by his grandfather and traced the Chinese characters with a swipe and swipe, and the self who followed his grandfather to read "Love is not in the right way, it is suitable for harm". Own……

Suddenly, tears filled her eyes unstoppable.

Grandpa passed away early, and she was taken by grandma not long after.

It is because of them that until now, she is still grateful for all the gentle people she has ever met.

Those who have left me are like stars, I may often forget them, but when I look up, I can still see their light, trying to illuminate the earth in the night, I can still remember what I once had, even if I never Can't go back.

It was also when I raised my head that I realized that their light has never left, day and night, and has been affecting my every word and deed until now.

After Chen Rao finished replying to his grandfather's message, he turned his head and saw Ji Nian leaning against the car window, crying silently.

(End of this chapter)