Andrewson was stunned by his words, surprised and a little angry.
Over the years, he has never felt sad but never regretted it. He has thought about many reasons, but never considered it from the perspective of interests. He only feels that he is being forced, just like the wedding love story "Peacock" that he once heard.
"Flying Southeast" is the same.
He felt that both of them were being forced.
Andrewson tried his best to endure it, but he couldn't hold it back anymore and hammered the dining table with both hands.
"You're talking nonsense! I don't have such thoughts."
"Do you have this idea? You know it very well. Men always like to make excuses for abandoning women, but in fact they don't love them that much. They also pretend to be affectionate and feel that they have sacrificed love and been wronged, so they find young men.
You have to use a woman to make up for yourself. Of course you don’t regret it. There are so many close friends accompanying you, why should you regret it?”
Andrewson gritted his teeth. He could not accept what Ji Xinyao said.
Especially after he found out that Ji Xinyao was Ji Chanjuan's daughter.
He even felt that those words were clearly what Ji Chanjuan was saying to him.
"No, you are still young and haven't encountered those things yet. You won't understand. People have to be responsible for many things. What you said about making ridiculous decisions because of love or not is just a love brain.
, is the imagination of you children who are not familiar with the world."
Ji Xinyao couldn't help laughing.
"Yes, you have to be responsible for many things. Even the little lover you met today will calculate the money according to time so that she can earn the money to support her little boyfriend. The only thing you can't be responsible for is your lover. I really love you.
This person is truly unlucky for eight lifetimes."
Andrewson lowered his head and gritted his teeth unwillingly.
Will Ji Chanjuan think of her like this?
He always regarded it as the white moonlight, as if the white moonlight should be hung high and have no other meaning except to reflect his thoughts.
She is always noble, pure and beautiful.
Love him selflessly without desire.
Although he would never look for her again, every time he thought about it late at night, there was still a woman who loved him unreservedly, and his heart would be filled with warmth.
But Ji Xinyao's words shattered all his illusions.
Maybe Ji Chanjuan would also hate him.
Andreessen even began to wonder whether he would not return to Xijing because Ji Chanjuan told him to leave and not come back, or because he did not want to see her again in order to maintain a good image of both parties and retain that illusion.
Suddenly, his tears fell.
The last time he cried was when his wife gave birth to his eldest daughter. He realized his betrayal of Ji Chanjuan, so he cried and vomited wildly.
Ji Xinyao took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.
"Don't cry, I won't say anything anymore."
She suddenly had the illusion that she was coaxing a child.
"It's okay, you can continue. What about your father? Didn't you say that your mother died early? Didn't he think about finding another woman?"
"Not really." Ji Xinyao said with certainty.
This is why she knew that Gong Jianping was not her biological father, but she was willing to recognize him and continue to maintain the father-daughter relationship. Gong Jianping really loved his mother wholeheartedly, and this kind of love really surprised Ji Xinyao for a long time.
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She even had a heart attack when she thought Andreessen was her father.
"Your dad was a really honest man at that time. He would be with your mom all day long, or in the library. The professors all liked him. It's good to have your dad here.
, your mother should have lived a very happy life before she died."
"I can't remember clearly. Besides, if I'm lucky or not, even if I were his daughter, I can't know everything based on objective assumptions. Uncle Jiang, your children will be upset when they see you playing outside every day without being home.
I think you are living a happy life. But only you can understand happiness."
Andrewson was speechless, and the two of them finished the meal quietly. Andrewson took Ji Xinyao to the studio.
"Your mother and I had a relatively good relationship before. One of her paintings fell to me. Since you are her daughter, take it back for her. It should be considered as her relic and should be given to future generations."
This painting was placed in the center of the studio, covered with white cloth like the other paintings.
Andrewson opened the painting. It was a South-Western garden villa, very similar to the place where Andrewson now lives. It was night in the painting, and a bright moon hung behind the villa, and the flowers were coated with a fine layer of light under the moonlight.
In the golden light, two small figures cuddled together in the window of the villa.
Ji Xinyao had already observed outside, and that window was where they were now.
"My mother...has she been here before?" Ji Xinyao asked curiously.
Andrewson shook his head, "No, your grandpa was very strict with her. We had said before that we would travel to Southeast Asia during the summer vacation. Your grandpa was afraid that it would be dangerous for her as a girl without a family to accompany her, so he didn't let her come. Later. Later.
We took some photos to show her, and she fell in love with this house at first sight and even drew it. I also thought she had good aesthetics, so when I settled in the Lion City, I bought this place."
He said and took off the painting.
"I'll leave this to you. It's getting late, so I won't keep you here. Goodbye."
Andrewson said goodbye to her on his own, and there was no way Ji Xinyao would delay her and stay.
Her soiled clothes had dried, and Mrs. Li brought them to her and asked her to put them on.
Ji Xinyao changed her clothes and walked out with flowers in her arms.
Before leaving, she also observed that the garden had been pruned, and the flower beds, statues at the door, and even the gate were brand new.
Ji Xinyao went out and immediately opened Google Maps on her mobile phone, using historical street view to search for what this land looked like a few years ago.
Andreessen is lying.
He shifted his career focus from the United States to Southeast Asia four years ago when his children grew up.
Four years ago, this land was nothing like this. It was still a wasteland without even a road.
This painting must have been imagined by her mother.
Although Ji Xinyao didn't know much about painting, she was well versed in all arts. This painting was not very good. It looked like it was painted by a novice under the guidance of an old bird.
She had never heard that her mother could draw. It must have been Andrewson who taught her mother, but after all, her mother had never been exposed to oil painting, and the lines were all shaky.
This is the world imagined by her mother, with bungalows, flowers, lovers, and moonlight.
Andrewson brought this painting to life.
Ji Xinyao knew that Andrewson still loved her mother very much, but she couldn't compare with his family and ambition.
Holding the painting in her arms, Ji Xinyao got into a taxi, planning to come back later in the evening.