Although Wen Mu seemed to have recovered a bit, his face was a little pale, and he still looked very weak.
Hearing Song Yi's words, he nodded slightly: "Yes."
"Your assistant sent me to the hospital. I heard from him that you have been looking for someone. I wanted to ask. Maybe I can help you, but I really didn't think of it when I asked."
His tone is soft, even when he is lying on the hospital bed, he has a gentle temperament that can exaggerate everything.
The pair of eyes that look like peach blossom eyes are always curved with no edges and corners, which are beautiful and make people want to get close.
Such people are generally able to hide their hearts extremely deeply.
Song Yi has been in the entertainment industry for a long time, and has seen all kinds of cunning people, but he has never seen anyone like Wen Mu.
"As soon as Assistant Li described it to me, I remembered that I had been to that place before." Wen Mu looked at Song Yi lightly, "Can you describe it to me in detail?"
"Maybe I'm really the one you're looking for."
Song Yi sat on the chair beside the bed, stared at Wen Mu and frowned slightly.
Looking at his face, his eye shape is very similar to Tang Si's, and the outline of his face is somewhat similar to Tang Si's, but if you don't look carefully, you can't tell the resemblance.
There is a little bit of similarity, but they are two completely different people.
She narrowed her eyes slightly.
Although, some things may be certain, but she still has a little doubt, she will not believe it wholeheartedly, this is the basic principle to protect herself.
The two of them were kidnapped, but it has not yet been found out who those people were.
She was still thinking about whether to call the police, but she didn't see Wen Mu asking if she should call the police or investigate them.
When Wen Mu rescued herself, she was very similar to the fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy back then, and she could only remember the general outline of the boy.
Because she was in a hurry, she didn't have time to see clearly what the boy looked like.
"I don't remember clearly." Song Yi said: "I was too young at that time, it was too long ago, I only knew about this incident, and I don't remember the details clearly."
"Maybe if you tell me, I can remember."
Human memory itself is getting shallower day by day, and time can wash away everything.
As time goes by, some faces will gradually fade away in my mind.
Wen Mu originally planned to listen attentively to Song Yi's answer to him.
When Song Yi said this, a trace of surprise flashed across Wen Mu's eyes.
Ordinary people are looking for a benefactor, and after finding their benefactor, they will be very excited to repay the favor. When the excitement reaches its peak, it will control people's rationality.
But Song Yi is not like that.
She still maintained that calm and self-possession.
Slowing down, a faint smile appeared on the corners of Wen Mu's lips: "I was called to train when I went up the mountain that day, and I wore training uniforms, and then the team went back. I was already behind, so I found it by myself way."
"When I found a cabin on the road, I found a little girl."
His tone was calm and calm: "I kicked the door in, subdued them all temporarily, and then dragged the little girl to run outside."
"The girl seemed to be so important to them that they were chased out quickly, and then someone shot from behind. I pushed the girl down the hill. I knew there was grass under there and it wouldn't hurt , I dragged those people by myself, and watched the little girl be rescued."
"Then I was taken back by them." Wen Mu's tone was still calm, but his brows and eyes were frowned.
Recalling these dark experiences seemed painful and difficult to him.
He squeezed the quilt with his knuckles, and lowered his eyebrows: "They whipped and tortured me, and used all the moves that can be used."
"The process... I don't want to describe it too much." He gave a rare cold smile: "People like them are maggots in the gutter, and their methods are extremely vicious, using both psychological and physical torture."
Song Yi listened to this quietly, her pretty eyebrows frowned slightly, because all of these... were exactly the same as her childhood experience.
Moreover, when she was kidnapped with Wen Mu, and when he rescued her and left together, some places, figures, could overlap with the boy from when he was a child.
Find that boy all of a sudden
This sudden appearance, this unexpected discovery? This news made Song Yi's mind a little empty.
He frowned, for a moment, he didn't know how to react.
The emotions in my heart are very complicated.
I don't know how long it took, Song Yi breathed a sigh of relief, raised her brows and eyes lightly, and smiled: "Then this world is really small, after going around, I met again."
"If you need my help in the future, tell me, I will do my best to help."
Song Yi expressed his attitude.
Wen Mu raised his eyes to look at her, and smiled slightly: "I have nothing for you to help."
He said: "If there is one, there is only one."
Song Yi looked at him suspiciously,
Wen Mu said: "Treat my brother well, his life is not easy."
Every word he said was extraordinarily gentle, and when he said this, there was a gentle chuckle on his brows and eyes.
Song Yi pursed her lips: "You don't need to say this."
She is a woman with clear grievances and grievances, and everything is very separate, one size fits the other.
"You are really so good for Tang Si, why didn't you before? Why didn't you go by yourself?"
"If you haven't done anything excessive to him, why is he so displeased with you?" The woman's question can be said to hit the nail on the head.
Although, Wen Mu had told Song Yi before that it was because of the little girl who was pushed downstairs and framed.
Now, Song Yi doesn't think that's the case, no, it should be more than that.
Wen Mu was taken aback by the question for the first time.
Obviously, this woman has been looking for a benefactor for so many years, and now that she has found it, is this the attitude
When he was chatting with people, he always took the initiative to dominate the discourse. He had never done this before, and everything did not follow his train of thought.
"Don't talk anymore?" Song Yi tilted her head slightly: "I don't care what happened to you before, anything, we take one size at a time."
In her opinion, Tang Si is a magnanimous person. As a policeman, is it rare that he is wronged by the masses? Look at the uproarious news on the Internet last time.
She thought Tang Si would be sad, but he didn't even frown.
With this kind of him, it doesn't seem like he would be worried about Wen Mu just because of that matter.
"One yard is one yard." Wen Mu laughed: "Then Tang Si and I committed the same crime, and only one can live. The choice is in your hands. As your benefactor, I want you to repay me. Save me, Tang Si hates me, and won't let you save me, how do you balance it?"