Am I going to die.
Lin Jiaqiao heard hurried footsteps, and the next second, Gu Yiming fell to the ground.
Only then did Lin Jiaqiao remember that he was suffering from hemophobia.
I feel like I'm doomed.
She stubbornly refused to close her eyes, and in her blurry vision, Qin Guan appeared in the distance.
He reached into his pockets and looked over with a cold expression.
You bastard, are you still human? Why didn’t you save me
Lin Jiaqiao clenched his fists in anger, and the next second, everything went dark before his eyes.
Just die like this? I'm so unwilling.
How sad Ms. Qiao and her brother must be.
… and Qin Guan.
The car horn brought Lin Jiaqiao back to reality.
The light in front of my eyes was so bright that it was blinding.
After a while, his vision gradually returned and Lin Jiaqiao found himself sitting in the car.
This car is not as spacious as Qin Guan's Bentley, but it is very familiar.
She looked beside her in disbelief and saw a familiar face.
There was a man sitting in the driver's seat. He was in his fifties and looked somewhat like Lin Jiaqiao. There was a firmness in his eyes.
"Dad!" Lin Jiaqiao cried out in surprise, "Am I in the underworld?"
Lin Dapeng rolled his eyes. "Not bad. We've been stuck in traffic for 20 minutes. Is there anything more sinister than this?"
Is this a mistake
Lin Jiaqiao held her father's hand. It was warm and real, not a ghost's.
She instinctively wanted to let go, but the next second, she held his hand tighter.
Her grip was too strong, and Lin Dapeng cried out, "What are you doing? Why are you so angry at me? Do I want to get stuck in traffic? I want you and Qin Guan to come together—"
Before he finished speaking, Lin Jiaqiao shouted, "Dad!"
She hugged Lin Dapeng tightly, tears streaming down her face.
Lin Dapeng was frightened by the affectionate "Dad". He was stunned for a few seconds and pushed the man away.
He said disdainfully, "Don't act like a spoiled child with me, it's useless, I won't fall for it. Hurry up and find time to coax your mother. If you make her angry, don't get me into trouble! - Why are you crying?"
Lin Dapeng looked at Lin Jiaqiao in confusion for a while, then said, "Your eyes must be hurt by the contact lenses. You are so conceited—"
Lin Jiaqiao stared at Lin Dapeng. She had never known her father was so handsome. Lin Dapeng felt uncomfortable when she looked at him. "What are you doing? Are you planning to do something bad again?"
The sun visor of the passenger seat was lowered, revealing the mirror inside. Lin Jiaqiao glanced at his neck, which was clean, without any scars from having his throat cut.
How is this going.
She lowered her head and looked at her clothes. She was wearing a champagne pink lace dress with a dark blue banquet bag on her knees. She looked quite formal.
She was holding a lipstick in her hand, probably touching up her makeup.
This scene looks a little familiar.
Lin Jiaqiao was startled and grabbed Lin Dapeng's arm: "Dad, what time is it now!"
Lin Dapeng's pinch hurts so much that he grimaces at his watch, "… 11:50. It won't delay your wedding. Let go."
He said dissatisfiedly: "I told you earlier that you and Qin Guan could go together..."
While he was nagging, Lin Jiaqiao took out her cell phone from her bag and received all the messages by herself.
This year is 2018, and she is 27 years old again.
In March this year, Stephen Hawking passed away; in May, Prince Harry of the United Kingdom married American actress Meghan Markle; in September, actor Wu Xiubo was exposed for having an extramarital affair; in October, Jiang Jinfu was accused of domestic violence and Mr. Jin Yong passed away.
Lin Jiaqiao remembers all the major events that happened this year.
Behind every special report is a night of overtime work by her and her colleagues.
I traveled through time
Lin Jiaqiao looked out the window and saw promotional posters for the two movies "Finding You" and "Yesterday's Blue Sky" on the bus stop on the side of the road.
In the car radio, the host said: "… my country's first International Import Expo will be held on November 5 at the National Exhibition and Convention Center in Shanghai…"
I have traveled through time.
Why, how could it be, did I do anything good? Lin Jiaqiao touched her neck blankly, but Lin Dapeng started the car at this time, and she fell into the seat.
Forget it, let’s take it one step at a time.
Lin Jiaqiao fastened his seat belt and asked, "Dad, where are we going?"
"Look at your memory. You don't even want to hear that you're old." Lin Dapeng rolled his eyes at her and said, "Send our Bird Brother to a classmate's wedding."
Lin Jiaqiao counted silently in her heart. First, the wedding was not hers, then it was not Qin Guan's, and then it was not Gu Yiming's either.
So, whose wedding was it that was worthy of her dressing up so grandly.
She remembered the dress, deep in her closet.
This dress actually suits her aesthetic, but for some reason, she never wore it again.
Lin Dapeng was still chattering on, already scolding her for exposing her ankles in the middle of winter, and that staying up late every day would make her bald sooner or later.
Even after a year, it's still touching to hear him scolding people.
Haicheng is a very neat city. The seaside avenue divides the beach and the urban area into two parts, and the cross-sea bridge connects the old and new urban areas.
It was late autumn, the beautiful flowers had faded, the books were covered with yellowish and dark green leaves, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of osmanthus.
Lin Jiaqiao rolled down the car window, took a deep breath, and was about to say a few touching words when they arrived at their destination.
Lin Dapeng drove them away: "Hurry up, hurry up, you can't park here, the traffic police will be here soon."
Seeing that he was about to be kicked out of the car, Lin Jiaqiao hurriedly called him: "Dad."
Lin Dapeng waved his hand: "Got it, I'll pick you up later. Call me when you're done here."
Lin Jiaqiao was touched again. She held Lin Dapeng's hand and said sincerely, "Happy birthday, Dad."
She had owed this sentence for a year and now she finally made up for it.
Lin Dapeng pulled his hand back, not moved at all: "My dear filial daughter, Lin Zhizhi, my birthday is still several months away."
He glanced up and down at Lin Jiaqiao and started to scold her again: "I told you not to show your ankle. Your brain was not good to begin with, and now you are frozen stupid."
I can't be sentimental anymore. Lin Jiaqiao turned around and was about to leave, but this time it was Lin Dapeng who stopped her.
Lin Dapeng unzipped his neck pillow and took out a few crumpled one-hundred-dollar bills.
After stuffing the money into Lin Jiaqiao's hand, he complained, "You're such a grown-up. If you want pocket money, just say it directly. You're hinting at me. I almost didn't understand."
Seeing that Lin Jiaqiao didn't accept it, he became alert:
"Lin Zhizhi, let me tell you, you can't be greedy. This is all I have, and I saved it all without your mother's knowledge—"
Before he could finish his words, Lin Jiaqiao hugged him.
This is her father. Even though he is nagging and out of date, he loves her more than anyone else.
Lin Jiaqiao stood outside the cab. Lin Dapeng pulled most of his body out of the car window. His old waist couldn't take it. He gently patted Lin Jiaqiao's back:
"Alright, alright, you're a grown man, aren't you cheesy?"
The wedding will be held in the banquet hall of Bada Hotel.
Lin Jiaqiao was worried that he had found the wrong place, and when he entered he discovered that the banquet hall was only hosting newlyweds and their families today.
Bada is the most expensive hotel in the city, and this young couple actually booked the whole place.
At this time, the wedding was about to begin, the guests had already entered, and Lin Jiaqiao was the only one in the hall.
She walked slowly to the wedding list, and only when she saw the names of the newlyweds did she feel sure that she was really alive.
But how could that be
She looked up and searched for her name on the wedding list, but her mind was thinking about other things.
Suddenly, a blurry image flashed through my mind: she once wore the exact same dress, carried the same bag, and stood alone under this wedding list.
But soon after, she left.
Lin Jiaqiao tried to recall carefully, but could not remember anything.
Probably something unimportant.
Before she could think about it, a series of familiar names on the list of happy people came into her sight.
Wu Bin, Zhao Xiaomei, Sun Yu, Li Shuangqian, Zheng Zedong, He Youwei, should arrive late, along with the groom Liu Yang and the bride Xu Yalan.
It’s the name on Lin Dapeng’s notebook.
Lin Jiaqiao remembered why these names looked familiar to him. They were all victims of the '11.11' disappearance case.
The '11.11' disappearance case occurred on November 11 this year. The person involved disappeared mysteriously, with no trace of his body found.
This case was handled by Lin Dapeng and was one of the few unsolved cases. Several of the victims were Lin Jiaqiao's college classmates, and the alumni association organized a prayer event at the time.
These people are a small gang. To put it nicely, they are active campus elements. To put it bluntly, they rely on their family's wealth to cause trouble all the time.
Lin Jiaqiao remembered that Gu Yiming said that the only truly rich people were Ying Zhiwan, Liu Yang and Xu Yalan, and the rest were just their followers.
A few years later, the '11.11' disappearance case has become an urban legend.
Some people speculated that they were followers of a cult and sacrificed themselves, while others said that they might have encountered a storm while out at sea and were all buried at the bottom of the sea.
But no matter what, these people were not found until Lin Jiaqiao's death.
Lin Jiaqiao knew why Xiang Xiaoyuan went to the cemetery.
Xiang Xiaoyuan was once an important suspect in this case, and it was Lin Dapeng who cleared her name.
Lao Lin wrote down this case in his notebook, so he must be unable to let it go. Lin Jiaqiao clenched his fist, and the famous detective Xiao Lin wanted to help Lao Lin solve this case.
She was thinking about something and when she turned around she bumped into a chest.
It’s Qin Guan.
She didn't know when he came and stood beside her, staring at her closely with red eyes.
The 25-year-old Qin Guan was not as steady as he would be two years later. At this time, he still had the sharpness unique to young people.
He wore a dark blue casual suit and a champagne pink tie, matching couple outfits with Lin Jiaqiao.
Qin Guan had a typical world-weary face, with some white spots under his eyes, an expressionless face but also a hint of hostility. Now his brows were slightly furrowed, making him look like a man who would beat his wife when he was drunk.
Lin Jiaqiao thought of his indifference before and took a step back unconsciously.
Qin Guan didn't say anything, but just took a step forward and got closer.