But in the end, it was Father Song and Mother Song who persuaded them to go back.
Song Yi stayed with Tang Si.
The two were sitting in the hospital corridor, Tang Si turned his head to look at her, she leaned on his shoulder and said nothing.
The mood is relatively low.
He reached out and gently stroked the hair that blocked half of her face, and said softly, "I'll go to the hotel next to the hospital and give you a room to take a rest."
Song Yi leaned against Tang Si, shook her head, and grabbed Tang Si tightly: "I don't want to go."
She feels that nothing is real now, only Tang Si is real, and she doesn't want to leave his side for a moment.
The lack of memory, the unknown pain, her own life experience, Song Nuan's accident, everything made Song Yi uncomfortable.
Her parents are not her own, but after living together for so many years, who are her biological parents? What kind of secret is hidden behind this
All these questions fell on Song Yi overnight.
Tang Si sighed slightly, and touched the back of her head with his big hand, very gentle, which made her feel very safe.
"Good boy." His voice was flat and gentle: "If you don't go to rest, what will you do if you get overwhelmed? Some things, if you struggle with them, you won't have an answer. The boat will go straight when it reaches the bridge."
"What's more, no matter what happens, I will be with you."
He lowered his head and approached Song Yi: "Go to sleep for a while? Huh?"
Song Yi looked very tired, her mental state was very poor, and her whole face was pale.
The man's voice was soft and coaxing.
"I'm very scared now." Song Yi leaned against Tang Si: "I think everything is fake, they are all lying to me."
She couldn't tell reality.
Tang Si: "They are not your biological parents. There must be a reason for hiding it from you. When Song Nuan recovers, ask about it."
"There may be no blood relationship, but the feelings are true."
After getting along for so long, they are already like their own.
"En." Song Yi responded softly.
She is a little confused now, staring at the floor, and doesn't know what to say, anyway, she just doesn't want to leave.
His thinking was also chaotic and he didn't know how to tell Tang Si about his current situation.
There are too many uncertainties in the future, as well as those who come after her, and her own abilities.
She has known for a long time that these are not for nothing, there must be a reason.
But why on earth did they all do what they did without telling her? What is the ulterior secret behind it
Seeing Song Yi in such a state, Tang Si felt uncomfortable.
He pursed his lips lightly: "Then I will accompany you. If you fall asleep, I will come to the hospital again. Call me when you wake up."
Song Yi listened, but she still didn't want to.
Tang Si sighed softly: "Don't make brother worry, be obedient."
"You are not in this state."
In the end, Tang Si persuaded Song Yi, and there was a hotel next to the hospital.
Tang Si hired a good nurse to watch over her.
Take Song Yi all the way to the open room.
The room was big with a big bed.
Tang Si: "Would you like to take a bath? My brother will put hot water for you. Or do you want to take a bath?"
Song Yi shook her head: "Washing will be fine."
She doesn't like to take a shower in a place like a hotel, she doesn't feel safe.
She can't wash it if she can.
That night, Tang Si stayed with Song Yi at the hotel for a long time.
It took an hour or two before Song Yi fell asleep.
He sat on the edge of the bed, touched her face lightly, and covered the cup tightly for her.
Looking at Song Yi's sleeping face, the man sighed softly: "I thought you were so powerful, you were still a little girl"
Song Yi's performance on weekdays is always too strong and forceful, she seems to be omnipotent, she looks very good-natured, and looks invincible.
Even though she has a petite body, she looks fragile and extremely soft, but her temperament is not what she looks like.
Everything is just her disguise to the outside world, the moment the disguise is removed, she is a little girl who needs to be protected and cared for.
In Tang Si's eyes, Song Yi was really young, only 22, and some were 22 and still in school.
And Song Yi's 22 years old has reached a peak that most people can't reach, she is so strong that it is easy for people to ignore her age.
After covering Song Yi tightly with the quilt, he stood up.
He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to a certain account: [Help me check something.]
There are other messages on the phone.
from the team.
It was already two or three o'clock in the morning, Tang Si walked out of the room and called the team.
Over there, Zhou Liang reported the situation. Wen Mu confirmed that he was dead, but the sniper was not found, and the incident is still under investigation.
Tang Si: "The other party has premeditated plans, so we can't find out. Rest early."
His voice was hoarse and tired.
"Where are you?" Zhou Liang noticed something and asked.
It's so late, and you're still calling back, something must have happened.
Usually, when Tang Si speaks, his voice is always in a lazy tone, no matter what time it is, it is always that tone.
But today, it looks a little heavy and tired.
Tang Si: "What? How long has it been since I haven't seen you, do you miss me?"
Zhou Liang: "Boss, I care about you. You already have a wife, can you stop teasing me?"
"Be considerate of a single dog like me who is still working overtime."
"Okay, call me again if you have something to do, I can't leave here for the time being. Call me again when I have to go back."
After finishing speaking, Tang Si hung up the phone without waiting for Zhou Liang to answer.
Standing where he was, he felt dizzy for a while, and his vision blurred for a moment.
Tang Si supported the wall with one hand, took a deep breath, and tried to adjust.
"Cough, cough—" He coughed violently.
Tang Si frowned, suddenly raised his hand to cover his mouth, and coughed violently again.
His face quickly became ugly.
Under the light, he opened his palms and took a look.
Coughing up blood.
In the throat, there is the smell of blood.
The man frowned tightly, and went to the public restroom to wash his hands and mouth.
The lungs seemed to be squeezed by something, and it was difficult to breathe.
He supported the sink with both hands. In the mirror, the man's face was ugly, and his thin lips were bloodless.
The usual even and steady breathing was out of rhythm, suppressing an inseparable emotion, intensely grasping the heart and lungs, dull and unbearable.
Tang Si turned on the faucet again, poured a handful of cold water on his face fiercely, took a heavy breath, and turned off the water.
Turn around and go to the hospital.
The next day, Song's father and Song's mother came quickly and asked Tang Si to go to rest.
They came early, at six o'clock in the morning.
Song Yi was still sleeping at this time. Tang Si went back to the hotel and saw that she was still asleep.
Tang Si lay next to her, hugged her, and fell asleep with his eyes closed.
He is so tired.
When Song Yi opened her eyes, she saw Tang Si holding her.
It was eight o'clock in the morning, and Tang Si had only slept for more than an hour.
Song Yi moved slightly, wanting to get up.
With just such a slight movement, Tang Si opened his eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "Are you awake?"
Standing up with his arms up, his hair was a little messy: "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?"
Song Yi rubbed her temples: "Song Nuan"
"Nothing's going on, everything is normal, don't worry, uncle and aunt are already guarding in the hospital."
"Yeah." Song Yi noticed Tang Si's state: "Did you just sleep? Sleep a little longer."
No matter what happened in the past, seeing Tang Si, he would never be like this.
He will be high-spirited, calm, or smiling.
And now, it's sick.
There were things that happened in the past that were more serious than this, but I didn't see him like this.
"Tang Si."
"Um?"
Song Yi climbed up from the bed in front of him, holding his face with both hands: "Are you sick?"
"Maybe I have a cold." Tang Si took away Song Yi's hand, a smile curled up on the corner of his lips: "Just take some medicine later."
His voice wasn't right either.
"You sleep a little longer, I'll go to the hospital." Song Yi said.
What he needs most now, perhaps, is rest.
Tang Si raised his wrist, looked at the time, got out of bed and straightened his clothes: "No, I'll go to the hospital with you, and then go back to the team."
Song Yi knew the news of Wen Mu's death.
She patted herself on the head: "You go back first, you don't need to go to the hospital with me, you should deal with that matter, you shouldn't have been in the hospital yesterday."
Out of nowhere, she listened to his words and came to the hotel to rest.
As a result, he has to go back to the team to deal with it now. He obviously stayed up all night.
Hearing Song Yi's words, Tang Si smiled lightly: "Let's go, go have breakfast."
He walked up to Song Yi, pinched her face: "Find a boyfriend, learn how to handle it, and be hidden and tucked in."
"I have to take the initiative for anything."
"I hope next time, you can learn to take the initiative to order me."
The man's words were soft and with a smile, but every word of that hoarse voice struck Song Yi's heart, as if it made her soul tremble.
It also made her heart twitch fiercely, tearing and aching.
At this moment, her whole body seemed to be stained with the exhaustion from his words, filled with the vague emotions he wanted to hide.
Song Yi hooked Tang Si, stepped on his feet and hugged him: "I hope you can learn to actively seek comfort."
"A man can say he's tired, or he can stop and rest, no one will laugh at you." The woman's voice was soft and eloquent like a warm sun: "If anyone laughs at you, I will punish him."
"Get rid of me?" Tang Si responded with a smile.
"Are you laughing at yourself?"
"Yes." Tang Si replied lightly.
Song Yi was slightly taken aback.
"The shackles you put on yourself are too heavy." Song Yi hugged him tightly: "Don't be so tired."
"Who's comforting whom?" Tang Si gently pushed Song Yi away: "Brother just stayed up all night and hasn't slept for several days. Why are you tired?"
"Go to breakfast."
This topic was brought over by Tang Si.
Song Nuan's situation is improving.
Tang Si went to the team to deal with Wen Mu's matter, and they had a bullet on Wen Mu's body.
"This is organized by T." Tang Si recognized it.
"People from the t organization want to kill Wen Mu."
On the last cruise, Tang Si could recognize their bullets, which were special bullets.
"Well, this matter can't be tracked down, so we can only suppress it. It all falls on the t organization. Focus on investigating the t organization."
This is a small meeting on the case.
Zhou Liang sat on his seat and looked at Tang Si: "Boss, your mental state is really wrong."
"Are you sick?"
Ning Xiachuan raised his head at this moment, staring at Tang Si.
Tang Si stood up from his seat: "A little cold."
"Let's do this first, you listen to Xia Chuan's arrangement, and then tell me about important situations."
The meeting ended here, and Zhou Liang was afraid of Tang Si, so he didn't dare to follow up and ask.
Tang Si was about to drive away when a figure appeared in front of him.
He slammed on the brakes.
Roll down the car window and look out: "Don't kill me and don't blame me."
Ning Xia Chuan didn't listen to Tang Si's words.
Walk over there with strides.
"What's wrong with you?" Ning Xia Chuan didn't show any emotion on his face, and said coldly: "The body is your own, go to the hospital to have a look."
Tang Si rested his elbows on the bed edge of the car window: "I'm going to the hospital now."
"I'm not joking with you." Ning Xiachuan: "Your face looks sad now."
There is a strong sense of depression, emanating from the inside out.
In the past, maybe he could pretend to be smiling, but Tang Si really couldn't change his face.
This is already a physiological reaction. is uncontrollable.
He listened to Ning Xia Chuan's words and chuckled: "I was quite sad at first, maybe I got old and got out when I couldn't hide anymore."
Ning Xia Chuan also knew Tang Si very well, and knew that it was impossible to say anything to Tang Si, and no one could stop him from doing what he wanted to do.
"Take good care of your body. If your body is gone, you won't be able to do anything you want." Ning Xiachuan looked at Tang Si: "Go back and have a good rest. I don't want to hear the news of your death."
"Heh." Tang Si snorted and laughed: "My life is long."
When Song Yi arrived at the hospital, her parents were guarding Song Nuan by the bedside.
Song Nuan has been transferred from the intensive care unit to the ward, but she hasn't woken up yet. The doctor said that she might wake up at night or tomorrow.
It is no longer life-threatening.
Fortunately, she was not burned, and the fire on the side of the laboratory has not yet spread, but her hands were burned, and the scars can be recovered.
"When can we talk?" Song Yi looked at her parents.
Father Song pursed his lips: "Come out and say it."
Outside, they're in a booth in a cafe.
Song Yi was silent, and Song's father sighed and said, "Originally, this matter was going to be kept a secret from you for the rest of my life, but I never thought that it would be revealed in this way."
"Your mother and I regard you as our own daughter, and you know it." Father Song said in a serious tone, "I didn't tell you, but it was also to protect you from being found by those people and not being involved in those incidents. "
"What's the matter?" Song Yi frowned: "Don't think about not telling me, or making up stories to lie to me, you know that according to my personality, I will investigate."
"Your biological father is my brother. He is a policeman, and your mother is also a policeman. Because of their identities and the fact that they are in the same case, you are being targeted."
"We don't know the specifics of that case, and we don't know, after all, it's a secret." Father Song: "But—they all died during the investigation of that case."