Chapter 896

Xia Jin hummed two voices, and said nothing more.

After they cuddled quietly for a while, Jin Beiqing patted her on the back, "it's late, it's time to go to bed."

"Well."

Although nodded a head, but, Xia Jin didn't get up at all meaning, still lie on Jin Beiqing's body.

Jin North Qing picked pick eyebrow, "don't want to sleep?"

"Well." Xia Jin raised her head and looked directly at Jin Beiqing, "does the wound still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt for a long time."

"Really?" Xia Jin looked at him suspiciously, "don't cheat me."

"How painful can this little injury be?"

"Little hurt?" Xia Jin eyes wide open, "you even said it was a small injury?"

Jin Beiqing raised his hand and stroked his forehead, his face was full of helpless color, "Xia Jin, I have shed so much blood, now I need to rest."

This words let Xia Jin tiny Leng for a while, then she quickly climbed up from Jin Beiqing body.

"Go upstairs and sleep. I'll help you."

With that, Xia Jin stretched out her hand to help Jin Beiqing.

"No Jin Beiqing grabbed her wrist, smile helpless, "I hurt the arm, not the leg, help what?"

"Well... Well."

Looking at her worried look, Jin Beiqing lowered his head and kissed her hand, "I promise, this kind of thing will never happen again."

Xia Jin nodded gently, and her eyes became softer and softer.

Let go of her hand, Jin Beiqing got up and stood up from the sofa, "let's go, go back to sleep."

"Well."

Holding each other's hands, they walked out of the living room.

……

Jin Beiqing gave himself two days off because of his injury.

Rare leisure down, Jin Beiqing concentrated at home with Xia Jin and Jin An.

On the third day of the holiday, Jin Beiqing didn't laugh since he got up in the morning.

And this day is the day of Jin's funeral.

Xia Jin had lunch by herself.

After lunch, she went back to her room.

"Jin Beiqing..." Xia Jin went to the bed and stopped, "are you really not hungry?"

"Not hungry."

Jin Beiqing's hoarse voice makes Xia Jin feel more uncomfortable.

Silent for a while, Xia Jin lifted the quilt and lay on the bed, "Jin Beiqing, you go."

“……”

"If you don't go, you'll be sorry."

"There's nothing to regret." Jin Beiqing turns over and hugs Xia Jin. There is no emotion in her voice.

Xia Jin lips moved, want to persuade him, but don't know how to persuade.

"I hate him."

“……”

These three words, more let Xia Jin do not know how to persuade.

Jin Beiqing put his face on Xia Jin's shoulder, "don't mention this again, OK?"

"Good."

"Thank you."

Xia Jin nibbled her lower lip, which made her feel worse.

"Take a nap together."

With that, Jin Beiqing pulled the quilt up, and then closed his eyes.

As long as he thought about what happened in those years, he could not help hating master Jin.

Hate him for abandoning his mother, hate him for being so cruel to himself.

Although he could not remember his mother's appearance, he knew that she was very beautiful.

People around say that mother won her father's heart only by her beautiful face.

This is ridiculous to him now.

If the mother really captured the father's heart, how could he not go to see her?

"Jin Beiqing..." Xia Jin's hand covered his face, "are you shaking?"

Back to God, Jin Beiqing hugged her, "No."

"Actually... I'm a good listener."

"What do you want to hear?"

Xia Jin's eyes twinkled, "whatever you want to say, I'll listen to it."Whatever?" Jin Beiqing whispered.

"Well, you can say whatever you want."

Finish saying, Xia Jin head a lift, pillow to Jin Bei Qing's shoulder.

"My mother is very beautiful. My father took a fancy to her at that time."

"No wonder." Xia Jin nodded clearly.

That Jin Beiqing, completely inherited his mother's beauty.

"Since I was born, I have been living in a small manor with my mother."

"What about your... Father?"

"Oh." Jin Beiqing dropped his eyes and sneered, "I saw him for the first time when I was seven years old."

“……”

"In my impression, my mother sometimes cried at night, sometimes during the day. Anyway, she cried all the time and every day."

This words let Xia Jin in the heart a tight, hand unconsciously grasped Jin North Qing's clothes.

"At the age of seven, he sent me to the island, and then I never saw my mother again."

Jin Beiqing said it was easy, but Xia Jin didn't listen to it at all.

"Jin Beiqing... Jin an and I will always be with you."

"Well." Jin North Qing kisses her head, "I'm very glad to have you."

"I'm glad I met you, too."

With that, Xia Jin raised her head and gave him a sweet smile.

"It's silly to laugh."

“……”

Looking at Xia Jin's angry face, Jin Beiqing chuckled, "OK, close your eyes and go to sleep."

Xia Jin snorted, then lowered her head and closed her eyes.

I don't know if it's because after hearing about Jin Beiqing's mother, Xia Jin can't sleep.

"Jin Beiqing, I won't sleep."

"Well." Jin Bei Qing's eyes flashed, "then you take Jin An to walk in the yard."

Xia Jin got up and sat up from the bed, "what about you?"

"I can sleep."

“……”

Quietly looked at Jin Beiqing for a while, Xia Jin said helplessly, "that's OK."

"Let the servants follow, do you hear me?"

"I didn't hear that."

With that, Xia Jin lifted the quilt and got out of bed, then quickly walked to the door of the room.

Staring at her back, Jin Beiqing grinds his teeth.

It's getting worse and worse

Xia Jin goes out of the room and closes the door. She looks at Jin Beiqing and looks worried.

Now, Jin Beiqing needs to be alone.

In his heart... There are too many things to think about.

With a sigh, Xia Jin closed the door.

At the moment when the door was closed, the smile on Jin Beiqing's face disappeared.

In fact, there are many things he didn't tell Xia Jin.

So many years of sadness, how can it be summed up in two sentences.

"Oh." With a bitter smile, Jin Beiqing put his arm on his eyes.

Today is his father's funeral

Time passed quickly. In a twinkling of an eye, he left the world.

He got up and sat up from the bed. Jin Beiqing looked out of the window.

Some things, as expected, could not disappear with his death.

For example, the hatred in his heart did not diminish with his death