Ye Zhen moved out of the Song family half a month before the start of the school year. Song Chao was unhappy for a long time and became a bitch at one time. He often whispered in Ye Zhen's ears: "Zhen Zhen, you must not love me." My father and I are not willing to leave us alone and fly away after we are married.", and then said: "Are you really willing to let me and my father become alone?"
That's not what it's like to be alone.
Ye Zhen promised seriously: "I will come back in the future, and it's not like I will never come back."
Song Chao rolled his eyes and refused to listen. He went to find his father again and asked him to say a few nice words to keep his sister. The world outside was too dangerous and he was worried anyway.
Song Qian was even more annoyed than him. At least after it was confirmed that Ye Zhen was leaving, he never looked good again.
He could still think of the beautiful girl smiling and asking him why he had to keep her. Did he really regard her as his daughter
of course not.
He was silent for a long time and said: No.
Ye Zhen asked him: "What is that?"
In the girl's bright eyes, he couldn't say anything else except: "It's nothing."
Then Ye Zhen said to him angrily: "Bad dad, he doesn't even care about me."
She was so angry that she hugged the fruit plate and left.
She just turned around and he began to regret it.
But he couldn't say anything else.
On the day Ye Zhen left, he did not go downstairs to see her off. A beautiful girl came to him carrying a small schoolbag. She looked at him quietly with a smile on her face: "Song Qian, I will come back to see you."
Song Qian wanted to say that he didn't need it like before, but there was a lump in his throat and he couldn't say the words.
Maybe he was afraid that she would never come back. At least when she turned around and went out, the moment he couldn't see her figure, he began to expect her to come back to see him.
Song Chao and his uncle the housekeeper personally sent Ye Zhen to the small house she rented temporarily. It was a one-bedroom apartment with clean and tidy decoration. It was close to the university town. There were many snack bars nearby and the environment was relatively clean. Ye Zhen was very suitable for living alone, but for the Song Dynasty, it was simply miserable! It's crude and narrow, not even as big as his toilet!
He will take Ye Zhen home immediately. Can anyone live in this place? After Ye Zhen had been coaxing her for a long time, Song Chao had no choice but to take her out for a two-hour lunch. New furniture was delivered by the way, and the whole house had a completely new look, and she could barely move.
The uncle butler is very good. He has prepared a lot of daily necessities and arranged them neatly.
That night, Song Chao stayed until eight o'clock in the evening before Ye Zhen drove him home. He had his head drooped and was in a bad mood. He couldn't bring himself to do anything. He often said, "What are we doing as a family of three?" because he was really deep in his heart. He regarded Ye Zhen as a family member, and Ye Zhen was his doting little princess. But now that the little princess has left home, this feeling is really unbearable.
When he returned home at night, Song Qian was watching financial news in the living room. When he saw Song Chao, he said calmly: "I'm back."
Song Chao hummed, said hello to his father and went back to the room. He didn't even bother to complain about how bad the place Ye Zhen lived now and how bad the environment was. His little princess would suffer if she went out!
Song Qian's serious expression while watching TV finally could no longer be disguised. He looked at the housekeeper with a gloomy expression. The uncle still knew Song Qian's thoughts and said, "The place Miss Ye is looking for is not bad, and the surrounding environment is not bad. Although It's a bit shabby, but the young master bought new furniture and tidied it up, so it won't be a problem for Miss Ye to live alone."
What Song Qian wanted to hear was not that there would be no problem, he wanted to hear that there would be a huge problem.
With a sullen face, he wheeled his wheelchair upstairs.
He couldn't sleep again at night, pinching the red candy wrappers and imagining that he would still be able to see his girl when he got up the next day.
Because of the expectation, the night is no longer difficult for him, because he knows that as soon as he wakes up, his girl will appear in front of him full of life, making him angry. But after the girl left, the night turned into endless torture.
His temper became very bad again. He was irritable and irritable. He no longer threw the mirror, but always threw away the pen and everything he had at hand when he was quiet. He roared with suppressed anger in his throat and thought crazy. His bastard girl.
Time counts day by day, one day, two days, three days, four days, five days.
She said she would come back to see him, but she never came back.
That's a heartless bastard girl.
Song Qian would look in front of the window for a long time every day, smoking one cigarette after another, looking in a daze, as if he could still see his girl running by the garden and lake, and hear her clumsy recitation, or maybe she came to hold him after reading all day. He touched his sleeve and said: Song Qian, I'm hungry and want to eat.
Zhen Zhen.
He raised his head, closed his eyes, listened to the rustling of the wind, and sat in front of the window all day.
The housekeeper was worried about Song Qian's condition, and the assistant was also worried. The two of them had a rare tacit understanding - they never mentioned Ye Zhen in front of Song Qian.
Maybe Song Qian can really put the girl in his mind as he thought, without touching her, without having extravagant hopes, and return to nothingness.
Or maybe Song Qian couldn't bear the thoughts in his heart and took the initiative to pursue his girl.
Song Chao would go to Ye Zhen every three days. Every time he went there, he would ask the kitchen to prepare crucian carp soup, bring her some snacks and snacks she liked, and then express his dissatisfaction: Sister, have you lost weight? Sister, did you not eat well? Look, I told you not to go, don’t go, I’m living alone and can’t find a place to eat!
Ye Zhen listened to him with a smile, and then asked him: "How is Father Song doing lately?"
Song Dynasty: "Of course it's not good."
This is not to scare Ye Zhen, but Song Chao has really noticed that his father's mood has been getting worse and worse recently. Even the caregivers have been changed several times, and many servants who are not very good at doing things have been fired. The Song family has changed again. It became the Song family where people cried and ran away every day.
Without a younger sister to take care of, the house is simply a shura field.
Ye Zhen thought for a while and said, "Brother, go back and tell Father Song that I will go back to see him the day before school starts."
Song Chao was dissatisfied: "Why do you have to wait until the day before school starts? You can go back with me today."
Ye Zhen said: "I have only been out for a few days."
Song Chao was furious: "It's obviously been a long, long time!"
Ye Zhen burst into laughter.
In the evening, Song Chao went out with his group of friends to get together. It was already past eleven o'clock when he got home. He heard that his father had not gone to bed yet. He went upstairs and saw his father smoking by the window. He looked gloomy. The room is bright, but it also feels like there is an overwhelming gloomy darkness.
"dad… "
The man's voice was low and cold: "Is something wrong?"
Song Chao said: "I went to see my sister today, and she said she would come back to see you the day before school starts."
Song Qian's palms suddenly tightened, and the dancing candy wrapper made a slight rustling sound. He quickly froze and his voice stopped.
He said lightly: "Go to sleep."
Song Chao frowned in confusion. Why did he think his father had candy hidden in his pocket
However, he was considerate and did not expose his father. He went downstairs, took a shower and went to sleep.
The next morning, the father and son had a rare breakfast together. Song Chao found that his father's spirit seemed to be much better, but at night, his good spirit seemed to have deteriorated again, even worse than before.
Because Song Qian found that time with expectations is more difficult.
There are eight days until school starts.
Eight days, one hundred and ninety-two hours, eleven thousand five hundred and twenty minutes.
It's too long.
And perhaps because he had an extraordinary thought for Ye Zhen in his heart, he felt that this number had extraordinary significance.
He waited for one day, two days, three days, and became more and more tormented. Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore and asked someone to prepare for him to go out.
The assistant asked him where he was going
Song Qian was stunned for a while and said, "What is Ye Zhen doing recently?"
The assistant thought for a while and said: "I heard the young master say it before. It seems that Miss Ye is reading at home and rarely goes out. She should be at home now."
So even if he went, he wouldn't be able to see her unless he knocked on the door.
Song Qian found that his desire to see her naturally and normally became a luxury.
But he went anyway. Just downstairs from Ye Zhen, he looked at the glass door of the building with heavy eyes, imagining that his girl would suddenly appear in front of him.
Wait until dark in the afternoon.
He closed his eyes, leaned back on the wheelchair, and the ashes burning between his fingers fell to the ground.
The assistant said: "Sir, do you want to go up and see Miss Ye?"
"Need not."
"… All right."
You’re here, why not just go and meet
The assistant could not understand Song Qian's inner entanglement. He sighed helplessly and looked up at the tall building in trance.
Song Qian smoked the last cigarette and said coldly: "Let's go."
The assistant responded yes, and the black car quickly disappeared into the night.
Song Qian dreamed again at night, dreaming that he was still downstairs, waiting until the beautiful girl ran to him in surprise and said: "Song Qian, I miss you so much. Song Qian, I want to go home with you." "
He was happy in his heart and asked her with a sneer: "Who told you to leave? I asked you to stay, why are you leaving?"
She said: "Because I like you, but you say I am nothing. I am so sad."
It turns out that dreams can be so sweet. When he woke up, he could feel the joy and excitement in his heart.
But gradually, he lost his smile.
He leaned against the head of the bed, popping candies bouncing in his mouth. He could still recall the warmth on the girl's cheeks, her lips suddenly curled up, and there were vague memories and thoughts on her cold face.
He wanted to immerse himself in the dream and never wake up.
Zhen Zhen.
The assistant suddenly knocked on the door. Song Qian opened his eyes and hid the popping candy under his pillow. He felt unhappy about being disturbed and said, "Come in."
The assistant pushed open the door and said, "I'm sorry, sir, for disturbing your rest."
It's only four in the morning, very early indeed.
Song Qian's face was expressionless and cold: "Tell me, what's the matter?"
The assistant said: "Ms. Ye just called and said something happened to her..."
Song Qian's heart tightened, his eyes flashed coldly, and his gloomy face became even more gloomy: "Prepare the car!"
Soon, Song Qian roughly learned what happened from his assistant. There was a thief in the house where Ye Zhen was living. Because she discovered it, the two of them inevitably had a conflict, because they made a lot of noise and alerted the neighbors. , then the security came, the thief was caught, and people from the police station came and found that Ye Zhen had just turned 18 and was still a little girl. He was worried about leaving her alone, so he asked her if any of her friends would go over tonight to hang out
Ye Zhen could only find Song Qian.
When Song Qian arrived, the storm had almost subsided. The thief was taken to the police station. Everyone who had to leave was gone, leaving only a policewoman to accompany Ye Zhen.
The room became messy due to the fighting. The furniture, lamps and cups were all over the floor. There was a lot of water on the floor, making it difficult to find a place to stay.
At a glance, Song Qian saw the girl huddled on the sofa with her knees in her arms. She wore a thin windbreaker over her pajamas. Her black hair was scattered softly on her shoulders. She was a little messy. Her porcelain-white cheeks were pale. She sat there quietly, which made Song Qian suddenly shake. Just remembering that she was kidnapped a year ago, she was also like this, so calm and calm that she didn't look like a teenage girl.
He didn't know if this kind of calmness was because of his strong heart or because he didn't care about his own life. He only knew that when he saw Ye Zhen like this, he felt heartbroken and wanted to pamper her and protect her. No one could bully his little girl.
"Ye Zhen."
The girl sitting on the sofa finally looked up. When she saw him, her dazed eyes suddenly burst into joy. She bent her bright eyes, jumped off the sofa and ran towards him: "Song Qian!"
She grabbed his sleeve and said, "Song Qian, there was a thief in my house. I was scared to death!"
Song Qian looked at the girl's pale cheek. He lowered his eyes and saw her hand tightly holding his sleeve. For the first time, he no longer restrained himself and held her in his palm. Her weak and boneless hand reached his palm. Nervous and scared, he said with a sullen face: "I'm not afraid, are you injured?"
Ye Zhen said: "Well, I'm not hurt at all. Now that Father Song is here, I'm not afraid at all."
… He actually thought it was so kind for her to call him Dad Song.
She suddenly laughed and dug her slender fingers into his palm: "Song Qian, you are sweating. Seeing that you came here so quickly, you must be very concerned about me and nervous about me. I decided to forgive you for what you said before to anger me." matter."
Song Qian was so stiff that he was about to let go of her, but she held him back: "Song Qian, let's go home. I'm so sleepy and hungry."
Song Qian couldn't let go of his hand anymore and said solemnly: "Okay, go home."
Song Qian asked the lawyer to stay and deal with everything. He took Ye Zhen back to Song's house. She was hungry and sleepy, and he just wanted to protect her from any harm and no longer have any worries.
When he got into the car, she finally let go of his hand, and Song Qian held it, feeling lost. She had already gotten into the car from the other side. When she saw him coming up, she lay on the armrest of his wheelchair and grabbed his arm with her little hands: "Song Qian, I'm so sleepy. I need to take a nap."
"good."
"Call me when you get there."
"Um."
In a peaceful and quiet night, Song Qian lowered his eyes and looked at the girl beside him without blinking. He gently stroked her head. She made no sound, stretched out her little hand to grab him, and whispered: "Song Qian, goodbye." Noisy…”
Song Qian was stunned for a long time, looking at the grasped palm, and suddenly curled his lips, his sinister brows filled with smiles.
Zhen Zhen.
…
After a forty-minute journey, we finally made it back to Song’s house.
Ye Zhen was sleeping deeply. The housekeeper who was waiting anxiously in the lobby came out as soon as he saw the car. He had already asked the kitchen to prepare meals, all of which Ye Zhen liked. He could eat them as soon as he got home. Moreover, he said on the phone De Yan was unclear. Is there anything else he was particularly worried about
Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived at the yard, he saw his assistant taking the sleeping Ye Zhen out of the car. Song Qian was waiting aside in his wheelchair and ordered: "Give it to me."
He wants to be good to her, pamper her, protect her, and treat her openly.
Soon, the sleeping girl was in the man's arms. The girl's head rested on his shoulder, sleeping peacefully and comfortably. He carefully protected her all the way from the hall to the second floor. He put the sleeping girl on the bed and pulled her into bed. Cover him carefully with the quilt.
She seemed to be awake, and she opened her eyes to look at him drowsily.
He tucked in the quilt and said, "Go to sleep."
She suddenly laughed, rubbed her pillow and whispered, "Song Qian, I know I am nothing to you."
Song Qian glanced at her and said, "Don't open your eyes and dream. Go to sleep."
She said obediently and closed her eyes.
When she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly heard the man say: "Be more honest from now on and don't mess around outside."
Ye Zhen pursed her lips and smiled, then stretched out her little hand towards him: "Good dad, I'm still a little scared..."
Song Qian's face was dark, and he lightly slapped the back of her hand: "Go to sleep."
"Oh, bad Songkran."
“…”
He stayed with her until she fell asleep. It was not until dawn that he carefully turned the wheelchair and left.
Song Chao slept until almost ten o'clock, and went downstairs with his flaming red hair. When he suddenly saw Ye Zhen sitting on the table eating, he was shocked for a while. He rubbed his eyes and thought he was hallucinating. .
Ye Zhen waved to him: "Brother, come and have dinner."
Only then did Song Chao realize that it was not a dream. When did his sister come back? He has no idea!
Looking at his father again, he looked unsurprised. The housekeeper said, "Sir, Mr. Ye has come back to pick up Miss Ye."
Song Chao raised his eyebrows, jumped over immediately, pinched Ye Zhen's cheek and said: "I begged you so much before, but you didn't come back, but you came back as soon as my father showed up. Sister, you value your father more than your brother!" Is my brother treating you badly?"
Ye Zhen pushed him away with an ouch, rubbed her face and said, "Okay, okay, brother, you are the best!"
"Perfunctory!"
"Brother is so smart."
...Song Chao couldn't help but ruffle her long hair.
Song Qian coughed, glanced at Song Chao coldly, and said to Ye Zhen, "Eat well."
Ye Zhen said, burying her head in cooking.
The Song Dynasty hummed heavily to show dissatisfaction.
However, after breakfast was hot and the police came to take notes, Song Chao found out that the reason why Ye Zhen came back was because something happened last night! He was angry and worried: "Why don't you ask me to come with you? I will definitely trample that bastard to death!"
Ye Zhen said: "Don't worry, I have already stepped on that thief hard."
After all, she was not a really powerless little girl. She immediately called the police when she found out someone was coming to her house. However, the other person came into the bedroom looking for money, and a conflict was inevitable. She used all the force she had learned before, and she didn't He suffered a big loss but made the thief want to cry. The reason the house was so messy was because it was too dark and fights were unavoidable.
To be honest, except for the chaos at home, she didn't suffer at all.
Song Chao muttered, and finally said: "Zhen Zhen, you are not allowed to leave again no matter what you say this time, otherwise I will chase you with our dad!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a book flew into his face, and Song Chao let out a cry and threw his feet in the air.
Song Qian looked at Ye Zhen gloomily and said, "I've already sent someone to move your things back. Don't mess around anymore."
Ye Zhen pursed her lips, looked at Song Qian and smiled: "Well, if I don't leave, I have to rely on you and my brother."
Song Qian put his head aside indifferently and wheeled his wheelchair upstairs.
He pressed the position of his heart and couldn't help but smile secretly and very faintly.
Ye Zhen stayed at the Song family again. She was used to it. Her life was not much different from before she left. The only difference was that although Song Qian still looked gloomy and kept strangers away, he treated her very well. It is indeed different from before.
Sometimes when Ye Zhen was running in the morning, he would come down from upstairs and sit in the yard with a financial magazine in his hand. He would occasionally look up at her, from a distance, as if he was looking at her, but also as if he wasn't.
He also asked people to measure her body measurements and customize new clothes and accessories; he asked people to test her skin and customize skin care and cosmetics suitable for her; he also bought her many medical books and placed them in his He even found some videos of famous teachers at home and abroad recording classes or giving speeches...
He was so kind to her that when she forgot the time while reading, he would directly have the meal delivered to her and watch her eat it one bite at a time.
Ye Zhen sometimes asked him: "Song Qian, you are so good to me, do you really treat me like your daughter?"
He gave her a cold look, said no, and told her to shut up.
He was just doting on his bastard girl, his little sun.
Ye Zhen said: "I don't think so either."
“…”
Song Qian didn't feel it and panicked. Looking at Ye Zhen's fair and beautiful face, his shadow was reflected in her clear eyes.
Ye Zhen suddenly smiled and said with some worry: "Dad Song is so good to me, it will definitely be difficult to find a boyfriend in the future."
Song Qian's face was gloomy, and his stern brows and eyes seemed to be condensed with thousands of years of frost, and they were cold to the bone.
He looked at Ye Zhen. Ye Zhen said: "I must find a boyfriend who treats me better than Father Song."
Song Qian had a dark face and a cold voice: "Impossible."
Song Chaobu came running from somewhere and said in surprise: "Zhen Zhen is looking for a boyfriend?"
Ye Zhen said: "It's very possible when you go to college."
Song Chao frowned. Although falling in love was inevitable, the men outside were all dirty and nasty, and no one was worthy of his sister. He couldn't help but start to tell Ye Zhen about every good thing in a man. Of course, when it comes to love, he must remember to bring it back to them and show it to them. If he can't pass the test, he doesn't need to consider it. —Of course no one has ever gotten over it for him.
And the most important thing is: "Zhen Zhen, you have to study hard, falling in love is a waste of time!"
For the first time, Song Qian felt that his cheap son had ivory coming out of his mouth.
Ye Zhen thought for a while, nodded and said yes: "Then I won't talk about it on purpose. We will talk about it when we meet someone we like."
Song:"… "
Song Qian: "..."
Song Qian had insomnia again. He finally fell asleep in the early morning and had a nightmare. He dreamed that his bastard girl brought back a bastard boy and said that the boy was her boyfriend and asked him to call him daddy.
He didn't see clearly what the boy looked like in the dream. He only remembered that his bastard girl held the boy's hand and said with a smile: "Dad Song, I have found a son-in-law for you. I like him very much. We will have a baby in the future." The baby will definitely honor you grandpa, you are our benefactor from generation to generation."
The boy even shouted: "Dad!"
Song Qian suddenly woke up from his dream. He rubbed his forehead and felt cold sweat.
Secretly rejoicing, fortunately it is a dream, fortunately it is a dream.
After that, he fell asleep again, and even smoking a cigarette could not drive away the anxiety and boredom in his heart.
He obviously only wanted to pamper her and protect her. He knew that her future would be prosperous, but when he thought that Ye Zhen would really belong to someone else, he was filled with pain and couldn't imagine it.
He threw the pillow suddenly, and the hand that was about to smash the lamp turned and slapped it on the wall.
The whole room was filled with an unbreakable gloom.
Ye Zhen's college life began soon. The housekeeper's uncle helped her prepare all her accommodation and study supplies. Ye Zhen put her small schoolbag on her back, and Song Qian and Song Chao sent her to school to register.
Song Chao accompanied her to pay the tuition and carried her things up to the dormitory building. She watched him hurriedly making her bed and placing toiletries on the sink, while she packed away the clothes by the closet.
The dormitory is a room for six people. People came in one after another. They were stunned when they saw Song Chao. Then they saw him doing this and that. They envied that this brother was really good. At least the brothers in their family were definitely enemies.
Ye Zhen looked at Song Chao with a smile. Song Chao pulled down his burgundy hair. His handsome face was flamboyant and confident: "You see, the eyes of the people are sharp. You must cherish my good brother."
Ye Zhen smiled: "Yes, brother is the best."
Song Chao couldn't help but laugh. He pinched Ye Zhen's face with his dirty hands and made two finger prints.
When they finished everything and went downstairs, Song Qian had already finished smoking a cigar.
Song Chao sat in the passenger seat, Ye Zhen sat in the back seat, and fanned her hands: "Song Chao, stop smoking, it's not good for your health."
Song Qian glanced at her lightly and saw the dirty finger prints on her fair face. He took out a handkerchief and gently wiped her cheek, "Dirty."
She looked at him, her fair cheeks suddenly turned red, "... Oh."
Song Qian's fingers on the handkerchief tightened involuntarily, and he wiped it quickly. He put the handkerchief into his pocket and looked out the window, still thinking about the girl's red face.