In the main house of the Shao family, Song Ye saw patches of blooming flowers, waving in the wind, like a vast ocean of blood, guiding her step by step towards hell.
"Haha, I was just as amazed as you when I saw these flowers for the first time. The head of the Shao family is a very elegant man. I have been looking at these flowers from the other side for more than ten years, and I can always detect the sadness in them. Miss Song, you Do you feel it?" At some point, Dr. Pang walked up to her and asked her what she thought after seeing these flowers.
He said that the emotion that the head of the Shao family poured into these flowers was sadness, but all Song Ye saw was blood and sin.
Because in two lifetimes, Bianhuahua brought her only death and blood.
"Doctor Pang, I don't want you to reveal the news about the head of the family to irrelevant people." The housekeeper in front turned his head after hearing this and warned. At the same time, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at Song Ye unintentionally, his eyes becoming more and more alert.
Dr. Pang has been walking around here for more than ten years. He has always been a talkative person. Why did he go out of his way today? First, he wanted to bring someone up, and then he entered the house and casually disclosed the Shao family's privacy? He felt that all this willingness came from Song Ye.
The corridor in the house is very long. Due to the color of the roof tiles, the light in the whole house is not good. Song Ye admired the exquisite layout of Suzhou and Hangzhou gardens and followed the housekeeper to the largest room in the middle of the house.
In front of the two carved doors, the housekeeper stopped Song Ye, "Doctor Pang, go first. You can only go in after getting the owner's consent."
After saying that, the housekeeper and Song Ye stood guard outside the door.
About twenty minutes later, Dr. Pang's voice came over, "Miss Song, please come in."
The housekeeper frowned suddenly and glanced sideways at Song Ye, but didn't say much and made a gesture to let him go.
Song Ye lowered her eyes and stared at the two exquisite wooden door buttons on the door. She had a strong feeling in her heart that as long as she opened the door in front of her, perhaps the mystery of her life experience that had been going on for more than ten years would find a breakthrough.
But she was not afraid, and stepped forward resolutely.
With a bang, the door closed automatically, and the light in the room instantly became dim again.
"Ahem, come here." A dull cough came, the man's voice was thick and hoarse, but his momentum was not reduced at all.
Song Ye glanced at the low-key decoration in the hall, and from the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room and the tables and chairs used, he roughly guessed that the owner of the room was a literati. With her footsteps moving lightly, she had already walked behind the screen and saw a square table with the four treasures of the study on it. Behind the desk was a slightly thin man's figure.
Against the light, Song Ye looked at the man in the dimness, and the face that came into view made her frown suddenly.
The man was sitting in a wheelchair. His figure was a little thin due to lack of exercise, but his waist was very straight. His face was buried behind the dark desk, shadowy, but it still couldn't hide the handsome look between his eyebrows. .
With sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a straight bridge of nose, thin lips and white teeth, fair skin and thin face, if he wears an ancient hair style, the man in front of him will be a noble royal family. Even if he is in his early forties, he still conceals his appearance. I can't stand this suave style.
But what made Song Ye suddenly frown was not his handsomeness, but his appearance, which felt too familiar to her.
Just like looking in the mirror, Song Ye was shocked to realize that his appearance was very similar to that of the other party.
"Finally, you're here." The man sat behind the table and said to her with a deep look on his face.
You finally came.
The information in this sentence was so big that Song Ye was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to react.
The man recognized her and had always been aware of her presence.
A man's appearance has absolutely nothing to do with her.
There must be some connection between the flowers in that yard and the organizations in the Alps.
There were too many things that could be analyzed, making the emotions swirling in Song Ye's heart more and more complex and unspeakable. She opened her mouth, and finally said something obscure and difficult, "What is your relationship with me?"
Obviously, it was useless to evade and pretend at this time. The other party had already figured out her details, and even said that she had been under his surveillance since she entered the territory of the seven major families.
Since this is the case, let’s just lay it out and explain it clearly.
"My name is Shao Yichen." The man looked at her with unclear meaning, then gently raised his hand, placed an inkstone on the desk in his palm, and then, in front of her, made the inkstone disappear.
Song Ye's cold pupils suddenly shrank in an instant, and the shock in her eyes was not because the other party's ability to perform magic was magical, but because this ability was the one she was most familiar with, the spatial ability.
"Now, what do you think the relationship between us is?" Shao Yichen threw the question back to her, his expression on his slightly pale face unclear in the shadow.
They have similar looks and the same spatial abilities. Just based on these two points, it would be deceiving to deny the blood connection.
The identity of the man in front of her is most likely her... father.
Father, this name has lasted more than eighteen years in her two lifetimes. She no longer thinks of it, no longer hopes for it, and can no longer utter these two obscure syllables from her mouth. It is like a thorn in her heart. Years and months have passed. , even if there is no pain, I still feel diaphragmatic pain.
This is how her family feels about her.
"Sit down, I don't mean to force you. You came to the door because you have something to do. As long as I can help you, I am obligated." Shao Yichen could see her stiffness, and he thoughtfully said nothing more, but greeted him like an old friend for many years. Holding her.
Song Ye sat at the other end of the desk, and his eyes fell on a piece of calligraphy with still-dry ink on the desk. It was a piece of extremely wild cursive, which was obviously written by Shao Yichen just before they came together.
Her fingertips twitched and hurt slightly, and she closed her eyes and stopped looking.
"My blood is mixed with other people's blood, which has triggered a recessive genetic disease, and my body is entering a dormant state." She found it difficult to feel disgusted with the man in front of her, and even facing each other like this, she couldn't Feeling very close, I subconsciously let down my guard and told him the cause of my illness.
This is rare for a killer who is extremely vigilant. Ironically, Song Ye knows that all this is because of his blood relationship.
"Hey, I guessed it." Shao Yichen sighed, and then raised a gentle smile, "Don't worry, I will save you."
I will save you.
These four words fell into Song Ye's heart, causing ripples in her heart that was as calm as the dead sea.