Although she didn't want to talk about things related to life and death, she couldn't help being curious.

She guessed boldly: "is it... The money hasn't been spent?"

"Cough..." Bai Jingting was almost choked by saliva and set out on the road ahead of time.

Is it an evil animal or an apprentice?

Jiang Xiaomi was frightened. He clapped his back for him and covered his face with an oxygen mask to let him take two breaths before talking.

Finally calmed down, Bai Jingting waved his hand: "it's not about money, it's another thing."

This time, Jiang Xiaomi became smarter. He no longer dared to talk casually and waited quietly for his next words.

"... in fact, I am not without relatives." Bai Jingting paused, and his expression suddenly became relieved: "I have another son."

Every time Jiang Xiaomi gets excited, he can't help shouting the classic line: what are you talking about?

Bai Jingting looked at his apprentice's stunned little face with a hint of mischief: "I'm like in a dream now. I have a son."

"Where's your son?"

Bai Jingting shook his head. "I don't know. She said she went to help me find it. There's no news yet."

Jiang Xiaomi was dumb: "... Who is she?"

"Floret."

Jiang Xiaomi drew from the corner of his mouth: "who is Xiaohua?"

The old man lying on the hospital bed slowly raised the corner of his lips: "he is my girl."

They met at a special banquet. At that time, Bai Jingting was just a little-known photographer. Although he was a little famous, he was much inferior to the big guys present.

On that day, Xiaohua was wearing a hand embroidered cheongsam, dark green as the background, covered with all kinds of chrysanthemum lines, gold silk thread with gloomy green, bright and dark, moving and quiet.

When walking, the guests along the way gave way one after another.

This makes Bai Jingting think of a poem: I kill all flowers after they bloom.

At that time, he didn't know what to think. He silently raised his camera and captured the back.

Jiang Xiaomi hit a clever: "Oh, I remember. You will bring that picture every time you move."

She has a deep memory of the painting, but it is not the photo he said, but a watercolor painting with the back of a woman. She is wearing a very beautiful cheongsam with her hair carefully coiled at the back of her head, dotted with many pearls.

No matter where they go, Bai Jingting will bring the painting. He thought it was a collection. Unexpectedly, it was the woman in master's heart.

"Yes, that's her."

"But why don't you even know you have children?" Jiang Xiaomi doesn't understand it. Neither of them wants to tell the man about their pregnancy. They have to give birth secretly.

"She has difficulties, I know."

Over the years, he didn't even know each other's full name. At that time, he actually had many opportunities to inquire about Xiaohua's origin and her background, but he didn't do that.

The reason is very simple. If Xiaohua is willing to let him know, she will tell him. If she doesn't want him to know, he'll pretend to be confused.

"... she said that the family rules are very strict and the requirements for selecting a husband and son-in-law are relatively harsh, but she promised me that she would try her best to win for me." Bai Jingting looked up as if he wanted to turn back the tears in his eyes.

"To tell you the truth, I would not have married my daughter if I had her for twenty-five years." Bai Jingting smiled at himself.

"Bai Jingting hasn't done anything I regret in my life, but that one..." he looked at Jiang Xiaomi: "I shouldn't have married her."

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