Although Shao Yichen is over forty years old and has turned gray on his temples early on, he still maintains the handsomeness of his youth. Even though he is now sitting in a wheelchair and has become a frail patient, he still has a very serious stain between his eyebrows and eyes. The nobility is lazy and glitzy.
This is a man who has been forgotten by the years. He is a man of enchanting beauty. The more he accumulates, the more gorgeous he becomes. He can easily capture people's hearts.
There was always a touch of coldness between his brows and eyes, which was exactly the same as Song Ye's.
If Song Ye inherited 70% of her mother's appearance, then she inherited 10% of Shao Yichen's temperament. Everything from her bones looked like him.
"I need some time for your illness. Before that, I hope you can stay in the communication room and not go up any further. Can you agree to this request?" Shao Yichen said to her in an almost pleading tone. As he spoke, his peach blossom eyes were filled with gentleness, sparkling like water.
"Okay." Song Ye nodded, without asking the reason or delving into how long it would take. From the moment she was recognized by the other party, she had lost her bargaining position. Although force may be able to solve the problem, she will not make this choice unless she is forced to do so.
She gave a deadline in her mind and then gave in.
In essence, she is not a person who takes advantage of others.
After she confessed her ultimate purpose and got a positive answer from the other party, she never told him anything else.
The scene fell into silence for a while.
Shao Yichen seemed to be in really bad health. He coughed intermittently and was slightly hoarse. Although his voice was not loud, it could be heard that he was trying his best to endure the pain.
Dr. Pang stepped forward to give him the acupuncture, his technique was clean and neat, and he did not need help from others during the procedure.
Obviously, the reason why he asked Song Ye to accompany him at the foot of the mountain must be because he saw the similarities between her and Shao Yichen.
Although Song Ye had put on makeup and changed his appearance, Dr. Pang had been treating Shao Yichen for more than ten years and was already familiar with his facial features and bones. He became suspicious of Song Ye's temperament at the first sight.
What he wanted to say behind his back was also verified at this moment.
Unfortunately, he did not see the scene as expected, where the father and daughter recognized each other, hugged each other, cried, looked at each other with tears in their eyes, and were filled with emotion.
The desolation and loneliness at the end of this scene made him feel sad as an outsider. He wanted to say something, but he also knew that he was not qualified.
Shao Yichen may seem gentle, but he has been suffering from chronic illness, but as the soul who supports the Shao family to stand firm among the seven major families, his methods and temperament have never been beyond the reach of ordinary people.
After the injection, Shao Yichen asked Dr. Pang to stay and recuperate his body.
After hearing this, the latter sighed in his heart, but could only nod in agreement.
After everything was over, Song Yeming, ostensibly a servant in the communication room, only came in temporarily as a doctor's assistant. After Dr. Pang left, she naturally couldn't stay longer.
Shao Yichen didn't mention acknowledging his ancestors and returning her status, and she didn't ask.
What was supposed to be a vigorous and tear-jerking reunion of father and daughter after eighteen years, no, for Song Ye, this period of time lasted for more than thirty years.
But everything that was supposed to be a climax turned out to be boring water. Even as Song Ye left, the end was about to come to an end.
When he came to the door, Shao Yichen's hoarse voice came from behind, "Don't you want to ask me anything?"
There are actually many things that can be asked between father and daughter who reunited for the first time in eighteen years.
Regarding the abandonment eighteen years ago, the indifference eighteen years ago, the identity of the biological mother, the cause of the disease, her relationship with Ye Shao's family... there can be many questions if we delve deeper, and each one of them is enough to give a sense of satisfaction. A dull blow from a father who was born without nourishment, and he was obviously ready to bear it all.
But Song Ye didn't ask any questions. It wasn't that he was reluctant to hurt, but that he felt...
"It's not necessary." Her answer was so concise that people couldn't find anything to respond to. She had never thought about having something from the beginning, and she wouldn't look forward to it now.
This is the clearest relationship between her and Shao Yichen.
Shao Yichen's voice fell silent again, and the dim light in the room was obscure, like a silent oil painting.
Just when Song Ye thought he had given up, Shao Yichen made one last request, "I heard that your calligraphy is very good. Can you help me finish the last sentence that I half-randomly scrawled? After Shi Wanzhen... For several days, I couldn’t write anymore.”
During the acupuncture process, although Shao Yichen's expression remained calm, Song Ye still noticed the weakness in his aura.
I never thought that I could no longer even lift a pen.
Song Ye's fingertips twitched slightly, and he pursed his lips and stared at the ring on the door. After a long while, he turned around and walked to the desk.
She dipped the pen in ink and wrote the words into a book. The girl's slender figure stood in front of the table, her back straight, and the curve of her pursed mouth showed a hint of sharpness. The crazy handwriting fell on the paper as her wrist moved. The handwriting is actually the same as the previous one.
When she reached the last stroke, she paused her pen and penetrated the back of the paper with one stroke.
"...Thank you." After a long silence, Shao Yichen spoke again. These two words seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, pressing on his throat. It was extremely difficult to spit them out, with ambiguity and sadness.
"Yes." Song Ye put down the Langhao pen and buried half of his face in the darkness.
After writing the book, the two of them stood and sat together, no more than a fist apart, and even the dry breaths on each other's bodies were very similar. The irony is that they were strangers who met on the first day.
Until Song Ye's figure disappeared outside the door, Shao Yichen's eyes still fell on the wild grass in front of him.
He had known for a long time that Song Ye could calligraphy and was good at cursive calligraphy, but he didn't know that Song Ye's handwriting would be as he imagined. He originally just wanted to find an excuse to get closer to her and stay with her for a second longer.
He just looked at the last stroke of the article. The ink was so thick that it penetrated five or six layers of rice paper. The dyed ink was like tears, soaking into his heart bit by bit, silently accusing him. In fact, the girl did not As cold and indifferent as imagined.
With trembling hands, he slowly picked up the rice paper with still wet ink on it. The man slumped down on the back of the chair and closed his eyes tightly. Silent tears flowed down the slits of his eyes and wet his temples...
Song Ye walked to the door of the main house and turned back to look at the Manzhu Shahua in the entire courtyard. The emotions in his eyes became more and more intense like ink.
Is this inconvenient man guarding this flower of death leading to hell for his own salvation or punishment...