Zhao Chongbin himself was born in a poor family, and his family was in trouble. He had to join the army early to earn a living. But even so, he still had a warm home in a foreign country. Although he was poor and impoverished, the family affection was still warm and sentimental.
After following Song Ye, he occasionally heard people mention that she was an adopted child, but later broke off the relationship, and fought her way from a remote village like Yuncheng to her current status on her own.
The fact that a child who is only 18 years old has come to this day makes them all sincerely admire him.
But he didn't know until today that the girl's life before the age of fifteen was superimposed with the fact that she was abandoned by her biological mother, almost strangled by her own hands in the cold river on a snowy night, a childhood full of oppression, and a first half of life that was humiliated.
What the small body bears are miserable memories that ordinary people cannot imagine. Abandoned by blood relatives, adoptive parents are worse than pigs and dogs.
Thinking of Song Yuanzhi's last sentence, "Until a long, long time later, I even thought that if you were bullied to death by Lu Lan, would she come back to take a look? But she didn't come back after all. You were just what she didn't want. Something like that wallet."
Insignificant.
That was the man's determination to give up after he finally recognized the truth after more than ten years. It was also a sharp knife that stabbed the girl's heart, causing pain and blood dripping all over her body.
"You don't look good. I'll send you back to rest." Zhao Chongbin helped her stand in front of the door with a worried look on his face. The fact that a girl is so careless that she trips over the threshold means that she doesn't care at all.
It's just that she is good at controlling her emotions, and no matter how painful her heart is, she will not show weakness in front of others.
However, Song Ye let go of his support, rubbed his tired eyebrows, and ordered in a low voice: "Find someone to do hypnosis and psychological profiling on him to restore the appearance of that woman to the maximum extent possible. In addition, we sent people to the San Francisco Motor Speedway to inquire about the location mentioned by the white people, and the girl who looked very much like me tried to find clues."
Zhao Chongbin nodded, "Yes, I'll go down and give you instructions immediately." He didn't know why Song Ye was suddenly so eager to find blood relatives, but he vaguely noticed that all her actions today seemed a little impatient.
It's like being chased by something, a little impatient.
"Whether it is the Song family or San Francisco's mission, it must not be leaked to the outside world, and we must be careful when we act." For the first time, Song Ye added special instructions when giving instructions, to be careful, especially careful, because she didn't know whether the Ye family was Watching her from some dark corner.
The enemy is in the dark, she is in the light, and all conditions are unfavorable to her.
Sitting in the back seat of the car on the way out of the suburbs, Song Ye fell asleep again, filled with dreams. She dreamed of her wedding to Qin Zhan, in a huge sea of white flowers, surrounded by the smiling faces of friends and relatives. , with a blessed smile.
Amidst the sound of music, she raised her steps and slowly walked towards the tall and imposing man.
Suddenly, a bang was heard, the music stopped abruptly, and the flower on the man's chest a few meters away was shattered. Gululu's blood emerged from the blood hole, dyeing the white flower red, which was sad and beautiful.
She suddenly woke up from her sleep, only to find herself lying on the hospital bed in Yaowangtang, and the air was still filled with the medicinal fragrance of medicinal stones.
She raised her hand to wipe her forehead and found that the ends of her hair were wet with sweat. The shot in the dream still seemed to be echoing in her ears, making her heart ache.
Hao Tian came in with something and saw that Song Ye's face was a little pale, and his brows were so furrowed that he could pinch a fly to death.
"Song Ye, you're awake, let's eat something first." She handed the porridge on the tray to Song Ye. Seeing that there was a lot of sweat on her forehead, she wanted to raise her head to wipe it off for her.
Song Ye unconsciously turned his head and reached out to grab her wrist, causing Hao Tian to cry out in pain.
At this time, Song Ye was slightly stunned. Apparently he came back to his senses. He loosened his grip on his fingertips and whispered, "I'm sorry."
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt. Let's eat first. My dad will be back later." Hao Tian shook his head with a smile, put his hands behind his back, and then handed the thing over.
After leaving the door, she looked at her red and swollen wrist. Her fingertips were shaking even with force, and the pain was unbearable. But what made her care was not her injury, but the look in Song Ye's eyes when he grabbed her wrist. A numbing coldness.
She felt that Song Ye had changed. Although she was cold before, she was not intimidating, but now her thoughts were getting deeper and more unpredictable.
When Hao Zhengyi came back, Hao Tian wanted to discuss the situation with him, but found that her father was dusty and had a gloomy face. He ignored her and went straight to the ward.
The door opened, and the girl on the bed looked up. Their eyes met in the air. Song Ye understood the heaviness in Hao Zhengyi's eyes, and Hao Zhengyi also understood the persistence in Song Ye's eyes.
He strode into the ward, locked the door with his backhand, and then turned around and walked to Song Ye, "You... Hey, I know it's useless to say anything. This is the medicine stone I got back from the medicine store. The patriarch said that although it can't It will eradicate your disease, but it will also reduce your sleep time and allow you to stay calm and focused.”
He looked at Song Ye's slightly damp hair, and his eyebrows were full of solemnity.
Song Ye was slightly startled. Unexpectedly, Hao Zhengyi returned to Shishi in person for her illness and brought her something to protect her. "Thank you, Uncle Hao." Holding the blood stone polished into a necklace in the palm of her hand, she A little warmth returned to my heart.
"Hey, you kid, such a big thing happened, you have to carry everything by yourself." Hao Zhengyi sat on the chair beside him and sighed, his tone was full of heartache, knowing that Song Ye was induced on the operating table. After finding out the cause of the disease, he didn't blame himself. If he could understand more cases, maybe things would have reached this point.
The calmer and indifferent Song Ye's attitude was at the moment, the sadder he became.
"You don't have to worry. No one can take my life before we reach a desperate situation." Song Ye rubbed the medicine stone under his hand and smelled the soothing fragrance of the medicine on it, gradually calming down.
Regarding her strength and resilience, Hao Zhengyi could only express his resignation, "You can't get hurt again in the future, you have to protect yourself."
The cause of her illness was a rejection reaction in the blood, so she could no longer sustain significant injuries or receive any more blood transfusions.
Song Ye nodded in agreement, but knew in her heart that this promise would probably turn into empty talk, because what she had to face next was the increasingly dangerous Dragon Pond and Tiger's Den.
Song Yuanzhi's image came out quickly. Song Ye recognized the woman above, but he couldn't find any other clues in the vast sea of people. He sent people to the temple where he found the woman in his previous life, but the news came back but The place was dilapidated and completely deserted.