In the middle of the sea of red flowers in the courtyard, a man in green clothes sat in a wheelchair and looked at her quietly. The mottled white on his temples did not detract from the man's handsome aura. His cold brows and eyes were still able to amaze him at the first sight.
Song Ye could understand why Ye Meirou was willing to stay with Shao Yichen for more than ten years without any name or status.
Such a man does have the ability to drive people crazy.
The enchanting flowers on the other side were in full bloom, but this was the first time Song Ye saw a man posing with a sea of flowers. The too strong colors were not suitable for the elegant man, and being in them only highlighted his loneliness and dejection. .
"Before I leave, I want to ask you to write a few words." Shao Yichen said, without asking to stay or asking the reason for leaving. He knew that Song Ye's decision would not change. If Song Ye had intended to reveal it at the beginning, , I won’t wait until today.
"Yes." Song Ye responded lightly, stepped forward and stood behind Shao Yichen, and took the initiative to help him push up his wheelchair. There were gaps in the bluestone floor, making it inconvenient for the wheelchair to rotate.
Xu did not expect that Song Ye would do this. Shao Yichen's face was startled, and there was a hint of flattery in his eyes.
Gurgling, grunting, the wheelchair made a slight sound as it crushed against the bluestone. Shao Yichen looked at the Bianhua flowers on both sides that were as red as blood, and he could not count the number of times he walked through them.
Only this time, there was no sadness and loneliness as usual. Just because he knew there was another step walking behind him, the scenery of being alone on the road ahead didn't seem so difficult.
On this day, Song Ye did a lot for him. He helped him push his wheelchair for the first time, helped him sit in front of the desk for the first time, helped him grind for the first time, and cooked tea for him for the first time.
These trivial things in daily life became the first time between father and daughter. It made Shao Yichen both happy and sad at the same time.
"What do you want to write?" After a cup of tea, Song Ye stood behind the desk, spread out the rice paper on the desk, and then looked up at Shao Yichen.
The latter was slightly stunned, but he really didn't think about what to ask her to write, so he said: "Just write what you learned in school."
Speaking of which, he knew that Song Ye had good grades and even won the provincial championship in the high school entrance examination. Although he often missed classes in school, he was always among the best.
It's one thing to hear about it, but it's another thing to see it with your own eyes.
Over the years, he has many unfulfilled wishes, one of which is to see his daughter's homework, like an ordinary father.
Song Ye also failed to understand his sadness. She dipped ink and picked up the pen. Her unique and arrogant style made her handwriting flow like clouds and flowing water. The tip of her pen stroked the rice paper powerfully, with a tall and straight posture and firm eyebrows.
Shao Yichen looked at her turning wrist, which was so fair and slender, like fine jade, as gentle and soft as a hand, soft and boneless.
But it is such a pair of hands that can brutally crush people to pieces on the playing field without even blinking an eye.
"Why did you kill her?" Involuntarily, Shao Yichen spoke out the question in his heart unconsciously.
Song Ye stroked her pen for a moment, and some ink stains appeared on the rice paper, which was almost the last stroke. She had no intention of rewriting, so she pulled the paper apart and put it aside to dry, "She deserves to die."
Under the elegantly written scene, the girl spat out bloody words in a cold voice.
Shao Yichen's voice was stuck in his throat, making him choke uncomfortably. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't.
Song Ye, however, was like a roundworm in his stomach, and continued to say calmly: "I grew up in such an environment."
Or perhaps, there is also a genetic relationship at play, but it is true that before rebirth, the fifteen-year-old Song Ye was indeed kind-hearted and could not bear to step on an ant to death.
The environment forced her to grow, plunder, and become cruel. At first, it was for survival, but later, this cruelty became instinct.
"It's my fault, it's all my fault..." The truth stung the man's heart hard, Shao Yicheng muttered almost absentmindedly, his expression full of pain from memories. When Song Ye was first born, he was still so small, wrapped in swaddling clothes and smiling at him, but such a cute and helpless child was taken away and thrown into the river in the ice and snow.
Her life was destined to be full of misfortune from the moment she became their child.
When Song Ye said this, she had no intention of blaming anyone, so when faced with Shao Yichen's confession, she did not respond. She just walked to him and knelt down, tucked the blanket on his knees for him, and said softly, "Okay. recuperate."
From taking care of yourself to taking good care of yourself, both of you can clearly feel the distance that has been drawn closer.
Shao Yichen suddenly wanted to grab Song Ye's hand, but the latter had already gently pulled away, stood up, and left.
"I go first."
The last thing left for him was to say goodbye.
He turned his back to the door and did not watch her leave. He pressed his hands on the blanket that the girl had just touched. In an instant, his straight spine was like a building about to collapse. He slumped down and buried his face deeply in it. Under the quilt.
After coming out of the house, Song Ye went to see Zhou Qingqing. At that time, her face was wrapped with circles of gauze, and she was sitting on the bedside. She seemed to be in good spirits.
Seeing Song Ye's figure walking forward, she grinned happily and wanted to smile, but in an instant she pulled the wound and gasped repeatedly, screaming ouch.
"What did Dr. Pang say?" Song Ye sat down on the chair next to her. Seeing that she was wrapped like a mummy and still had fun and tricks, his heavy heart relaxed a little.
"Hey, hey, Dr. Pang's medical skills are superb. It's a pity that he is not alive. He can't cure me overnight. I won't be able to move my face for at least three months. I feel like I will suffer from upper paralysis like you after I get better. This disease is difficult to treat." Zhou Qingqing can laugh as long as he has a breath, and his character is as tough as a rough man. It is said that he woke up after being disfigured without crying, which is also strange.
"I will help you remove the scar on your face when the time comes." No one can destroy Song Ye's seriousness, and the topic can never be diverted.
"I know, I know, it's better to have a scar than to have your face paralyzed, and you've broken that Takahashi Orika to pieces, so why can't you smile happily?" Zhou Qingqing leaned against the bed and comforted her, "I am now, But I can’t wait to set off firecrackers to celebrate.”
What to celebrate? Song Ye seemed to hear the underlying message, "Are you happy?"
"Of course." Zhou Qingqing nodded, and continued without speaking smoothly: "It is a pleasure to see the master of the house in a state of joy..."
Before she could finish the idiom, she suddenly choked.
It seems that I was overjoyed for a moment and exposed something...