Chapter 150 So, I really came here!

Chi Xia’s words stunned Meng Zhiyi.

She pursed her lips and waited quietly for her next words.

Chi Xia withdrew his hand and fell into memories.

"I remember one year, Wang Yanjun came to see me on vacation, and you drove him there. That summer was hotter than any other year. I remember it very clearly. It was a blazing hot day, and you were wearing a dark combat uniform and a mask, wrapped up tightly, with only a pair of eyes showing."

"Although I've only seen you a few times and never formally seen your appearance, I remember your eyes."

Meng Zhiyi lowered his eyes and recalled the criminal gang he encountered in the state capital before. The leader, Brother Hu, had said the same thing.

She couldn't help but start to feel curious about what her identity was at that time.

As soon as this thought came to my mind, Chi Xia's words rang in my ears.

"Wang Yanjun called you the captain, so... can you tell me what happened to them?"

There was sorrow in Chi Xia's eyes, but deep in her tears there was a glimmer of hope, hoping to hear the answer she wanted.

Meng Zhiyi's throat felt a little dry. After swallowing, he said with some difficulty, "I have no memory, and I'm not even sure if I'm the person you're talking about."

"I came to you this time to see if I could remember something."

After hearing her answer, the last glimmer of hope in Chi Xia's eyes finally shattered.

As if she had been suppressing her emotions for a long time, her emotions suddenly collapsed and she squatted on the ground and started crying.

Meng Zhiyi stood in front of her, his outstretched hand frozen in mid-air, unable to utter a word of comfort.

Chi Xia hugged herself with both hands, tears filling her cheeks, her voice hoarse and choked: "For eight years, no one told me the truth."

"Just a word, he died, no body, no remains..."

"I don't even have an excuse to bury him."

"Why ..."

"He clearly sacrificed his life for the country, so why can't he be buried in peace even after his death..."

Meng Zhiyi's eyes were hot, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart when he saw Chi Xia's overflowing emotions.

After a long while, she squatted down, reached out and patted her back gently.

Meng Zhiyi doesn't know how to comfort people, so she can only stay by Chi Xia's side quietly like a mute.

I don't know how much time passed, but the sobbing sounds in my ears gradually became quieter.

Chi Xia wiped the tears from her face and looked at Meng Zhiyi tiredly.

"You were so young, so you didn't participate in that action?"

Meng Zhiyi blinked, tacitly agreed with Chi Xia's statement, and said, "I had an accident."

"That's right, you just said you lost some memories."

Chi Xia took a deep breath, and his voice was also tired: "Wang Yanjun said that all your actions and personal information are confidential to the outside world. So, it's no use for you to come to me."

Meng Zhiyi certainly knew this.

However, even some clues would be useful to her.

"Did he say anything when you last met or contacted each other?" she asked tentatively.

Chi Xia shook her head slowly. In the past eight years, she had been in grief for losing her beloved day and night.

Many memories have become blurred.

Meng Zhiyi couldn't bear to chase her too closely, so he pursed his lips, walked forward and hugged her gently.

He promised: "Don't worry, I will work hard throughout my life to give you an answer."

Chi Xia choked up again, and her emotions, which had just calmed down, were stirred a little bit again.

"Thank you." She said these two words as if she had used up all her strength.

When the two came out of the room, Shen Que and the woman in the living room were getting along very harmoniously.

The woman was seen sitting next to Shen Que, holding a photo album and looking at it with him with a smile on her face.

Chi Xia hasn't seen such a smile on her mother's face for a long time.

Meng Zhiyi watched this scene with a gentle expression and whispered, "Your mother's illness..."

"She is Wang Yanjun's mother."

"?" Meng Zhi was surprised.

"Although Wang Yanjun and I haven't registered our marriage, we have a child who is already seven years old." When talking about the child, Chi Xia's face showed a hint of smile.

She continued, "I left the child with her grandparents because I have to take care of her."

Meng Zhiyi: "Has she always had this disease?"

Chi Xia shook her head: "No, it was only after Wang Yanjun got into trouble that this happened."

"When she received the news that he had died, and there was no body, she had an emotional breakdown and went crazy."

Meng Zhiyi bit her lip, and when she looked at Wang Yanjun's mother, her eyes were full of heartache.

Chi Xia: "She also has moments of clarity, but when she is clear-headed, her memory still remains before Wang Yanjun's death, so she always thinks her son is still alive."

Meng Zhiyi didn't know what to say, and could only secretly decide in her heart that she must do her best to give an explanation to these family members.

She let out a long breath, then tried to put on a smile and walked straight to them.

"Auntie, it's getting late today. Can we come to see you another day?" Meng Zhiyi bent slightly, her voice gentle.

The woman raised her head, looked at her and smiled: "Nannan, Xiaojun will be back from vacation in a few days, you can come too."

Meng Zhiyi: "Okay."

"Look, auntie still keeps your photo." The woman took Meng Zhiyi's hand and flipped through the photo album.

The next second, a slightly blurry photo appeared in front of Meng Zhiyi.

The photo shows a group of people having a picnic. They are wearing casual clothes and their faces are full of energy.

Among the several grown men, there was only one girl wearing a black T-shirt and overalls. She was holding a skewer of barbecue in her hand, with a bottle of beer at her feet, and looking at the camera blankly.

It can be seen that this photo was taken candidly.

Meng Zhiyi stared at the girl in the photo. Her face was somewhat similar to her current face, but there were still some differences if you looked closely.

【It’s me! 】

[I have used this face to travel through many small worlds.]

【So, I really have been here! 】

Meng Zhiyi was very excited, but did not dare to show it.

Shen Que was also deeply shocked at this moment.

He stared at the girl in the photo without blinking. From time to time, some fragmented images flashed through his mind, but he could not put them together.

Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head.

Meng Zhiyi was attracted by his abnormality, and temporarily put aside the matter of the photo and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you?"

Shen Que raised his hand to cover his forehead, his brows were tightly knitted, and his face turned a little paler.

It was the first time Meng Zhiyi saw him in such pain, and she also became nervous.

"Shen Que, are you feeling unwell? Let's go to the hospital." As she said that, she reached out and held his arm, preparing to drag him up.

"No need..." Shen Que replied with difficulty. His breathing became heavy and he tried hard to suppress the discomfort in his head.

Chi Xia was also very worried, and quickly pulled the woman up, coaxing her, "Mom, let's go back to the room."

After coaxing the person back to the room, Chi Xia came out anxiously and asked concernedly, "Do you need help?"

"I'll just take a break." After saying that, Shen Que subconsciously held Meng Zhiyi's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that she would disappear.

Meng Zhiyi did not struggle, but watched with full of worry.

[As far as I can remember, the original book didn’t mention that he had any hidden illness.]

[Why do you look like you have some serious illness now? 】

[Oh, my mission is not yet completed, nothing can happen to him. ]

Shen Que's head, which had calmed down a little, felt even more painful after hearing her thoughts.

Because I'm angry.

However, what impressed him most among the fragments of images that just flashed by was a sea of ​​fire.

So what do those images have to do with me?