Jingxiu stared at her and comforted: "Don't be afraid, uncle will be fine. Come on, pay attention to safety on the road." His eyes were full of tenderness.

Ji Youyan choked his throat, nodded, and turned to leave.

Jingxiu stood there, looking at the closed door and the empty lounge, feeling as if his heart had been gouged out, it was empty, and it still hurt.

She slumped down on the back of the chair.

When Ji Yuyan needed her like this, she couldn't accompany Ji Yuyan by his side.

Apart from watching her go away, she actually couldn't do anything.

She can't go. She is not suitable. She will only cause her trouble.

In the eyes of the world, and in the eyes of Ji Youyan's parents, she is unqualified.

Jingxiu raised his head, tears silently falling down his cheeks.

She took a deep breath, held back her heartache, wiped away tears, and began to call in an orderly manner.

She called Jiang Chun first and asked her to suppress all the related scandals about herself and Ji Youyan tonight. Tonight Wei Yizhen will focus on promoting Ji Youyan's singing skills. She doesn't want to overwhelm her. Then she calls her friend Guan Zhimei and entrusts her to help save Ji Youyan's field the day after tomorrow and act as a temporary mentor. Finally, she notified Tao Xingruo and asked her to contact Wei Yizhen in time to help with the hospital in Yanzhou.

She couldn't accompany Ji Youyan by her side, so she could only do her best to make Ji Youyan worry-free.

Ji Yuyan slowly calmed down on the way to the airport. She took the mobile phone number that Wei Yizhen handed over, and called her mother Zhong Qingyu's mobile phone again.

This time, the phone was finally connected after a long beeping sound.

"Hello." The woman's voice was hoarse. Obviously cried.

Ji Youyan grabbed the phone, tears flowing first.

The unfamiliar and familiar voice of her mother seemed to awaken her dead memory for many years, and all kinds of tumultuous past rushed towards her. No matter how many estrangements and contradictions there were later, the care and warmth that her parents had given her during the 20 years of living together day and night was still one of the softest places in her heart.

She has not gone back to find her parents after her rebirth, and she admits that she has a grudge in her heart. She was heartbroken. In the last life, even when she died, her father refused to come to see her. As if she was dead or alive, as he said when he drove her out of the house, she has nothing to do with them anymore.

But now she suddenly dare not think, is her father really unfeelingly refusing to come?

Still, he can't come.

"Mom, it's me..." Ji Youyan choked. This mother, after a lifetime, eight years.

The breathing on the other end of the phone suddenly became heavy, followed by a clearly audible sob.

"Mom, don't cry, where's Dad? How is Dad?"

At the same time as Ji Youyan's comfort, there was a concerned male voice on the other end of the phone: "Auntie, what's the matter? Whose phone is it?"

A few seconds later, Ji Youyan heard her mother answer with a crying voice: "Xiao Fang, it's Yanyan."

Is he too? ! Ji Yuyan was even more confused.

The author has something to say: Xiao Fang: Guess who I am?

Teacher Jing looked coldly: You are cannon fodder 🙂

Chapter 70

"Auntie, don't cry, tell Yanyan, let her come back soon." Ji Youyan heard the male voice say.

Zhong Qingyu choked: "Yanyan, your father has an accident, come back soon. It's in the city's first hospital. I just... I just called you, you changed your number, I can't reach you at all..."

The helplessness in her mother's voice broke Ji Yuyan's heart.

"Mom, I was wrong." She burst into tears: "Mom, don't be afraid, I'll be at the airport soon, wait for me, I'll be back soon."

It's been a few years since we've seen each other, and it's as if mountains, rivers and seas are separated between their family, but at this moment, hearing Ji Youyan's voice and hearing Ji Youyan's comfort, Zhong Qingyu still feels like he has found a pillar, and his heart really has it. A little sense of realism.

When the airport arrived, Ji Youyan hung up the phone, wiped her tears and got out of the car.

On the plane, Ji Youyan pursed her lips and sat wearily. All kinds of past and present lives replayed in her mind like a revolving lantern.

When was 20 years old, in order to pursue the dream of music, and to stop being like a puppet in the hands of parents, to follow the path arranged by them, and to live a life that could see the end at a glance, was always regarded as a proud child of other people's children and parents. She insisted on dropping out of school, giving up the great future in the eyes of everyone, and even the great marriage, which was considered by everyone to be deviant.

Qing Gao's father, who spent his whole life studying in high school, believed that all things were inferior, only reading was high. It seems that from the moment she was born, he planned her future life: study hard and live in peace. After graduation, like his parents, he will become a university professor, or take an exam as a civil servant, marry a good man of the right household, and live a simple but comfortable life.

He doesn't like the "stars" who put on heavy makeup and please others on TV all day long. In his eyes, this profession seems to be no different from the actors of the old days. After the fierce quarrel, he said "yes" three times in a row and questioned her sternly: "For so many years, I have planned everything for you and for your own good. I asked myself about my father. Are you gone? I can't take care of you, right? You don't have my father in your eyes anymore, do you?!"

Ji Youyan held his neck and said aggrieved: "That's what you think is good, not what I want! For so many years, I have no freedom at all, I'm a human! It's not a doll dressed up with others, have you asked me what I want? "

He was shaking all over with anger, and asked her in a deep voice, "So, it's still my fault, I'm sorry for you, right?!"

She bit her lip and didn't say a word, tears streaming down her face. There was no way to communicate, he was never wrong, always right.

Her tacit attitude made him even more angry and chilling. He pointed to the door and rebuked: "Okay, you want freedom, I'll give you freedom! I'm sorry for Ji Changsong, and my family can't afford your big Buddha. Ji Youyan , listen, if you stepped out of this door today, I, Ji Changsong, would not have..."