Chapter 8387 Every move, every move, every tree and plant is a soldier (8)

Yan Jia was sitting on the bed in the bedroom, his eyes empty and blank, and he turned sideways and looked at the pillow.

As long as he remained motionless and sat quietly, the woman's figure would appear again at the head of the bed. She habitually lowered her head and read, quiet and taciturn, like a delicate begonia flower.

But when facing him, she will turn into a rose with thorns, and those thorns will turn into sharp swords, piercing into his heart one by one.

Every look she looked at him and every word she said to him was like this.

Yan Jia closed his eyes, curled his hands and held them slightly.

When he opened his eyes again, the person beside the bed turned into Zhou Zhou.

Zhouzhou was sitting on the bed playing with blocks and drawing, using watercolor pens to draw patterns on the sheets.

"Second uncle, second uncle..." The child saw him, raised his head and called him, waving the watercolor pen in his hand, smiling at him, "Let's paint together."

Yan Jia raised his hand to take the watercolor pen in his hand. His fingertips were about to touch the tip of the pen. Suddenly, the watercolor pen disappeared.

Yan Jia's expression changed, and he leaned forward, trying to catch Zhou Zhou.

However, Zhouzhou also disappeared in front of him.

"Zhouzhou!" he shouted.

No one responded, and Yan Jia realized that just now... it was just an illusion.

There was only a bed and two pillows in front of him, just as he had been before the accident, unchanged.

That woman and Zhouzhou had already left him.

Yan Jia closed his eyes, and a knife cut a long wound on his heart, which was bleeding and painful.

Throughout the afternoon, Yan Jia locked himself in the bedroom, sitting quietly without eating or drinking.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his head lowered, like a puppet.

The scorching sun gradually moves from the middle of the sky to the west, and the sun sets, and the sky is filled with sunset.

The wind started blowing in the Jiangshan Garden in the evening, blowing the bamboo leaves and disturbing the heartstrings.

There was no light on in the bedroom, but Yan Jia could no longer tell the difference between day and night. He sat quietly in the darkness, motionless.

Until Ji Changmu knocked on the bedroom door.

"Yan Jia."

At first, Yan Jia had no reaction.

Ji Changmu knocked a few more times before Yan Jia raised his head. There was a dim light in his dark eyes, and his figure was shrouded in the night.

The gauze curtains on the window fluttered, and there was a cold and solemn atmosphere in the entire bedroom.

Ji Changmu opened the door and saw darkness in front of him.

"Pop", he turned on the switch on the wall and the light came on.

"Yan Jia, go downstairs for dinner, it's getting late."

Yan Jia put down his folded hands, slowly straightened up, and finally raised his dim eyes.

Ji Changmu saw disappointment, depression, confusion, and many complicated emotions in his eyes.

However, Yan Jia finally stood up and walked very slowly. His body had not yet recovered: "Let's go, Lao Ji."

The kitchen had already prepared the dinner, and Ji Changmut specially asked them to make some pork rib soup.

Seeing that there was no wine on the table, Yan Jia asked, "Lao Ji, I asked you to get you a bottle of wine."

"No, it's just a meal. Besides, Mu Yuan doesn't let me drink very much. If she finds out about this, she won't make trouble for me for several days."

"Why not let you drink it? Are you planning to have a baby?"

"No matter what." Ji Changmu said with a smile, "She is still studying, so there is no way she will have a baby at this time."

"Please ask for one earlier. How old are you, Old Ji?" Only when Yan Jia was joking with Ji Changmu, would his face show a different emotion, and he was no longer depressed.

"I can't be the master, I have to listen to Mu Yuan."
Chapter completed!