I only know that my father treats her very well, loves her very much, and loves her more than my mother.

"So at this moment, my heart is so stable and secure."

Ji Anning stared at his father's portrait and sighed.

Even if he is not her biological father, but he led her to learn to walk step by step while she was learning words.

One day as a teacher, you have to be a father for life, not to mention that they have been a father and daughter for six years.

Ji Chicheng didn't speak, put his arm around Ji Anning's shoulder, and firmly grasped her shoulder.

It is more effective than verbal comfort and encouragement.

...

When the guard was about to dawn, Ji Anning went to the chair and squinted for two or three hours under the order of Ji Chicheng.

Under the smell of burning, she slept extraordinarily for these two or three hours, and came over to wake her up.

Early in the morning, when the sun just shone, my mother came to the mourning hall with them.

Ji Anning rubbed his sleepy eyes and watched Xiao Dian holding three incense sticks in his hand. Under the guidance of his mother, he bowed three times in front of his father's mourning hall. That kind of distressed.

The corners of Ji Anning's mouth could not help but curl up.

"Grandpa."

"Grandpa."

Mother squatted beside them, pointed at the portrait of her father, and taught her to call grandpa.

The little girl was milky, and the shouting Ji Anning had sore eyes. She lifted the blanket on her body, got up and walked behind Ji Chicheng who was squatting beside her burning paper, bending down and patted his back gently, whispering Said: "Uncle, I called the assistant to buy breakfast last night, you go to the lounge to have some breakfast, and then go to rest for a while."

Ji Chicheng nodded, then got up and left.

Ji Anning sent Ji Chicheng out of the door before returning, knelt down next to the basin and burned the paper.

Worried that she would get her hands hot, Ji Anning hurried over and knelt next to the little girl, "Beware of the fire."

They nodded their heads vigorously.

"An Ning, Uncle Jing Feng stayed here all night, you say how embarrassed we are." Mother stood in front of his father's portrait for a while, then suddenly turned to look at Ji Anning.

After hearing this, Ji Anning hesitated for a moment before raising her head and looking at her mother's frowning face seriously, "Mom, in fact, Jing Feng and I have not been together long ago. I told you two years ago. "

As soon as her voice fell, before her mother had any response, a familiar old man's voice suddenly came from the door.

"Mrs. Li, the sorrows have changed."

Ji Anning and her mother were very surprised and turned to look at the door.

Ji Zhengdao took his assistant, and...Ji Jingfeng, the three people entered the door back and forth. The old man, with a slightly camel body and wearing a black woolen coat, stepped into the threshold with a serious expression.

Behind him, Ji Jingfeng was also dressed in black, with oversized eyepieces, and his arms were hung around his neck with gauze.

"Chairman Ji."

Mother was shocked, reacted, and hurriedly met Ji Zhengdao, with a very humble attitude.

Ji Anning also pulled up and stood up, watching Ji Zhengdao come, she would close behind her in fear, winking at the assistant standing at the door.

Let her take them away.

However, Ji Jingfeng rushed to her side, bent over, stretched his hand behind her, grabbed her arms, picked her up, and hugged her in his arms.

Then he looked at Ji Anning without smiling, "Anning, is this our daughter?"