This is definitely not a word of comfort.
Although women in the disciple hall are rare animals, and Song Ye's appearance at first made people feel disillusioned, after getting along for a while, everyone was attracted by her cold and cold temperament.
Just like an innate luminous body, this girl's maturity, stability, tenacity and responsibility make people feel at ease wherever she goes.
In the minds of many disciples, Song Ye has long been regarded as the second closest person after Zhou Qingqing.
Now that they knew that she had been abandoned and fell out of love, and that she was being insulted by a bad woman like Takahashi Orika, more of the disciples felt pity in their hearts.
"Song Ling, don't worry. Others don't understand your kindness. I understand. If no one, no one marries you, I, I will marry you." The male disciple beside him protected Song Ye and pulled her away. Takahashi Orika was far away, patting her chest and making a promise. It was the first time I confessed my love to someone, and when I first proposed, the boy was so nervous that his face turned red and he couldn't even speak clearly.
And with his start, other male disciples in the same team also expressed their opinions.
"Yes, as long as you are willing, we will line up for you to choose."
Queuing up to choose a boyfriend is a vanity that many girls would imagine in their dreams, but Song Ye got it without warning, and in public.
"Ahem, everyone, go back and stand still." She coughed twice in rare embarrassment, feeling guilty and not daring to look up at the face of someone on the stone steps.
As a wife, she was quite conscious, but this misunderstanding happened so quickly that she couldn't resist it.
In the eyes of Orika Takahashi, her embarrassing appearance was hypocrisy and affectation. Seeing a group of people holding her up like a princess, Orika Takahashi was so fragrant that she almost went crazy, and her back molars grinded. Creaking, his face turned black with anger.
At this time, the female disciples of the Ye family, who were only one aisle away, couldn't stand it.
However, the target they targeted was not Takahashi Orika, but Song Ye who was being protected.
"Hey, I haven't seen anyone from the master's family still up there? If you have to talk about something here, do you understand the rules? If you want to show off your vanity, go back to your own place and show it off slowly. Huh, you are really an enemy. Be more weird." This was obviously because he was unhappy with Song Ye being defended by so many male disciples. You should know that usually, these male disciples would stick their eyes to them like flies.
This Song Ye is so ugly, how can he be qualified to compare with them.
"Tch, you really think you are a flower. What's wrong with us being willing to protect our own people?" Compared with beauty and one's own family, one must be one's own family. The male disciples unanimously said that they would not risk having a wife in the future. We must support Song Ye.
Seeing that the two sides were stirring up trouble just because of one word, Song Ye stood up and was about to speak, but his eyes turned to the last family who appeared, and all his words were blocked in his throat.
Although the Ye family is the organizer, because they are younger and a woman heads the family, they usually appear at the end. This has become a habit over the years.
As a dark purple dress slowly swayed into view, the voices of everyone on the field couldn't help but disappear and fell into silence, and their eyes were locked in the same direction.
The hem of the fishtail skirt is rolled up with silver edges, and beautiful patterns are rolled up as the woman walks. The figure, who is over thirty-five years old, looks like a little girl in her early twenties, wrapped in a long purple skirt. Exquisite and elegant. Her long hair was tied up high, and she looked noble and elegant with an emerald hairpin. Her fair face had exquisite facial features, and the corners of her eyes and eyebrows had lost their softness over the years. They were a bit more sharp than those of a superior person, and they looked no more than two. Fifteen or sixteen years old.
If Song Ye looks very similar to Ye Meirou at first glance, then if she and Ye Meirou appear at the same time, no one will doubt their mother-daughter relationship.
Because, they are so similar, from facial features to aura, Song Ye is very much like this mother. Even though they have not met since childhood, the damn blood relationship still binds the two tightly together.
Ye Meimei looked exactly the same as she did ten years later, which made Song Ye feel like he was traveling through time and space.
Still against the background of huge ancient buildings, she was at the bottom of the stone steps, and Ye Meimei was at the top of the stone steps.
"Mother." She called out, her tone unfamiliar but with a hint of hope.
"Shut up, you don't have the qualifications." The woman scolded her condescendingly, her eyes full of disgust and disdain.
She raised her steps to walk towards her mother, but her mother raised her hand to summon the secret guard. The blade stabbed her body mercilessly, and her blood dripped from the height all the way to the platform.
When she raised her eyes at the last moment, she lay on the ground and watched the blood blooming like flowers along the way. Her mother, standing at the highest point along the blood flowers, looked at her coldly and gently dropped two words, "Trash."
waste.
At that time, she didn't understand why her mother would evaluate her in such a way when she was number one on the killer list, and was regarded as a savage beast by both black and white.
Now that I think about it, it probably means that she has no powers and is the product of a failed marriage between two families.
Song Ye broke away from the memories and found that her nails had dug into her palms, causing stinging pain. She lowered her eyebrows and closed her eyes to suppress the strong emotions.
When she raised her eyes again, what was left between her brows and eyes was just a large expanse of indifference.
Then her eyes moved away from Ye Meili, and she noticed a slender figure behind him.
The lavender skirt is an improved modern style of the Han Dynasty skirt. The gauze hangs down from the chest to cover the thighs, revealing a smooth and slender calf. The girl's white and rosy face is childish and green, and her facial features But it has already grown, and is so exquisite that it is impeccably beautiful. The eyebrows are far away, the bridge of the nose is small and straight, and the cherry mouth is small. Every detail is just right, like God's perfect creation.
This face is very similar to Ye Meili's, but similar to Song Ye's, but it looks like it was typed out of a copy machine.
Even Qin Zhan, who was on the high platform, also showed a different kind of unexpected emotion in an instant. He didn't know Ye Lingyin's existence yet, and it was the first time he saw her.
At a certain moment, Qin Zhan subconsciously looked at Song Ye not far away, confirming that he did not have the skills to combine the clones. The similarity that even confused the person next to him was enough to prove how imaginative the two were.
There were gasps and gasps in the scene, and even the disciples who could see the master's family once a year couldn't help but praise him.
This beloved eldest lady of the Ye family is so exquisite and beautiful, so beautiful that it gives people an unreal feeling.
Even Song Ye herself has a kind of tangerine look in the mirror. She rarely pays attention to her own appearance and spends most of her time in disguise for convenience. It feels strange to see a living replica of her so clearly.