When Cai Ju walked, his arms were habitually rigorously swinging. Wearing a police uniform, he had a majestic background and a temperament that Ye Jian was most familiar with but steely.
This Cai Ju is a veteran who changed his career.
Thinking of this, Ye Jian's eyes darkened a bit... She and her mother's facial features are very similar. Grandpa Gen said that if you know your mother's old friend, you will know who's daughter she is if you see her.
Could it be that Cai Ju, who was transferred from a veteran, knew his mother
Could it be a coincidence
I can't help myself not to doubt it, because the way Cai Ju looked at him really missed a certain deceased through her.
Will it be your own mother? Could it be that coincidence
She knew too little about her mother, so little that she clearly suspected that her mother's death might have something to do with Mrs. Ye and Sun Yaozu, and she didn't know where to investigate.
For a time, Ye Jian's calm mood became a little unstable.
Although his mood was unstable, there were even some faintly anticipated Ye Jian, sitting in the leisure round chair in the hotel room in Cai Ju’s gesture of raising his hand. As soon as he sat down, he raised his eyes and met Cai Ju full of memories. Look in the eyes.
In fact, it was getting late, and she had to go to find the director. Although she was expecting, she was not sure that Cai Ju knew her mother, so she didn't have too much hope in her heart.
Within a few seconds, Ye Jian adjusted his slightly chaotic mood and returned to calm.
And Cai Ju didn’t notice that her mood was ups and downs just now. He himself was still thinking about his thoughts. Those memories buried deep in the memory all flooded up. If I saw Ye Jian for the first time, I only felt that she was like her old friend Xiao. As the memories deepened, he really felt that Ye Jian was the daughter of his old friend.
Otherwise, how could it be so similar!
However, they had received news that the deceased had passed away unexpectedly, and the comrade Xiaoye who was similar to the deceased in front of him,... No, he had to be steady, and he would mention it again after careful observation.
The room was very quiet. Seeing that Cai Ju hadn't spoken for a long time, Ye Jian couldn't help but frowned slightly as she watched herself sinking into his memories.
It was such a subtle movement that made Cai Ju even more pleasantly surprised.
More alike, more alike, more like my old friend when I frown,... Except for the different expressions between the eyebrows, the facial features are really carved out of the same mold as the old friend.
The facial features are similar, but they are not. The comrade Ye has cold eyebrows, like a pine and proud snow, and his old man has tender eyebrows, like the first bloom of red plum, and there is the tenderness of a woman in his eyebrows.
Comrade Ye didn't. The delicate and handsome eyebrows were hardened, and his eyes were more determined and focused. Although there was a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, the cold temperament had kept a certain distance from others.
Seeing the faces that increasingly overlapped with the faces of the old friends in his memory, Cai Ju's mood was somewhat unstable for a while.
He didn't speak, and Ye Jian, who was calm, didn't speak either. He even picked up the teapot placed on Fangji and poured himself and Cai Ju a glass of cold water.
The faint sound of the water made Cai Ju's gaze move slightly, and he moved his gaze from the young face to the teacup. He sighed with nostalgia in his gentle voice, "Sorry! It's a bit rude."
"You are polite." Ye Jian is not a person who is curious about other people's private affairs.