Chapter 1627

Ye nianmo pursed his lips and marched to the Buddhist hall. It's quiet inside and outside the Buddhist hall. The housekeeper doesn't know whether to stop him. After all, both of them are the masters of the Ye family. It's not good to listen to anyone. The smart housekeeper is in a dilemma.

When ye Chuqing hears the news, she worries about the conflict between them. She is even more worried about Ding Yiyi. She is at sixes and sevens.

"Brother, you go back first. I'll talk to grandma. We'll save my sister-in-law in the long run." She said.

Ye nianmo turned a deaf ear to her words. His eyes were calm and he knelt on the ground slowly. The knee touched the cold marble floor.

The servant who happened to pass by saw all this and was so scared that all the trays in his hand fell on the ground. Fu Fengyi's tonic soup was all over the ground. For a moment, the air was full of the flavor of tonic soup.

The servant gave her a wink. The servant bent down to clean up. Ye Chuqing wanted to pull ye nianmo, so worried that her tears fell down. "Brother, get up quickly."

"No need to say more." Ye nianmo looked at the gate of the Buddhist hall with a firm tone.

Ye Chuqing saw that she couldn't persuade him, so she ran into the Buddhist hall, anxiously looking for Fu Fengyi, "Grandma!"

Fu Fengyi's voice rang out, "how noisy? What's the matter? "

"Grandma! Brother is kneeling outside. Go and have a look. " She ran anxiously to her side, holding her hand and wanted to go outside.

Fu Fengyi's face changed, "what is he doing! What kind of system is it? "

She was angry and anxious. Her crutch was pounding on the ground, and she walked out.

After a few steps, her back suddenly stiffened, and her vitality seemed to be drawn out of her body. See her standing in situ do not understand, ye Chuqing behind her anxious straight cry "Grandma!"

"If he wants to kneel, let him kneel!" Fu Fengyi's voice is hoarse and weak. She slowly turned to the Buddha and looked up at the Buddha, "you go, I will not give in to this matter."

she looked at the Buddha and listened to the voice of her granddaughter crying away. She looked miserable. The two meter high Buddha looks solemn, the yellow smoke column slowly burns, and the smell of sandalwood affects all of this, which makes people feel awed.

"Evil, I hope the Ye family will suffer less, and their descendants will be safe and sound." He began to recite the Scriptures devoutly.

Outside the Buddhist hall, servants stand in a row. Although the Buddhist hall is a quiet place explained by the old lady, it is inevitable that the servants will pass by. The young master kneels here, and they can't think that nothing has happened.

The housekeeper called all the servants together, but his young face looked like a wolf. "From now on, no one is allowed to go to the Buddhist temple. Besides, no one is allowed to spread today's affairs, otherwise, it's not just expulsion that's waiting for you, you know?"

The servants nodded in a hurry and left one after another under the sign of the housekeeper. No one dared to discuss the matter any more.

Outside the Buddhist hall, ye Chuqing can't persuade ye nianmo, and leaves crying. Ye nianmo's world is quiet again.

He looked straight ahead, but his anxiety had settled down, and the negative news had faded away. At this time, the tranquility made him think through one thing.

If she is injured, he will take care of her until she recovers. If she dies, he will follow her. That's simple.

I don't know how to kneel for several hours. When ye Chuqing came near with a tray, he was still kneeling, but his hands were clenched into fists.

"Brother, it's evening. Get up. That's enough." She had a hoarse voice and had obviously cried.

Ye nianmo looks sober, back is still straight, "you leave."

She a listen, more anxious, "or you first to eat also become ah, or you will not stand like this."

Ye nianmo is not moved. He no longer opens his mouth and looks straight ahead.

Ye Chuqing ran into the Buddhist hall again. On the table of the Buddhist hall, Fu Fengyi put delicate food in front of her, but she didn't move at all.

"Grandma, you can't do this. Eat a little, or you won't be able to survive." Ye Chuqing looked at the food on the table that didn't move at all, and her tears fell down.

Fu Fengyi has been stroking the string of beads in her hand. She only asked, "is he still outside?"

She nodded difficultly, "well, grandma."

Fu Fengyi gave a heavy sigh. She waved to ye Chuqing. Then she closed her eyes and continued to touch the Buddha beads. She didn't want to speak any more.

It's late at night, and today's Ye family is destined to be a sleepless night. Not far from the Buddhist temple, Xia Yihan covers her eyes, and her eyes flow from her green jade fingers.

Ye Zimo held her in silence, "let's go."

"Is that the only way? Is there no other way? " Xia Yihan sobbed and said, from small to big, where did she let her son suffer these hardships?

She looked at the determined look on the leaf's ink face and knew that this was the best solution at present. She could not bear to see it again and left with tears in her eyes.

Ye nianmo saw his mother's tears, but also saw his father a can of severe eyes with no obvious heartache. Severe pain in the knee paralyzed his nerves.There was no one around him. As long as he shifted his lower thighs slightly or sat down, no one would find out and no one would dare to speak.

His back is very straight. I don't know whether he is numb or struggling in his heart. Only he knows that this is a silent contest and also a punishment for himself.

Punishment for his indifference to Ding Yiyi, punishment for him to make her cry, suffering for so many days. There is nothing equally important in the world. When you lose it at the same time, you will always find something more important.

As long as she is good, the child's affairs are not so important, he as long as she is good.

In the Buddhist hall, Fu Fengyi pinched the bridge of her nose and looked tired. "Is that child still outside?"

"Yes, old lady." The housekeeper answered, and he handed her the medicine for lowering blood pressure. "Old lady, go and have a rest first."

She shook her head. "I'll stay here tonight. You can go to bed first. You don't have to send someone to wait on me tonight."

The housekeeper dare not disobey her meaning, "yes, old lady."

Ye nianmo's servant bowed to his family at the corner.

That night, no one fell asleep. Everyone was tossing and turning, thinking of kneeling outside the Buddhist hall again.

Ding Yiyi was very hungry. She sat on the windowsill, and her soft body couldn't make any effort. His face was pale and his stomach without food was spasmodic from time to time.

Her lips were horribly dry, with layers of white skin and bloodstains between the scurf.

Grandma is really going to starve her to death, regardless of her, her sins have not been forgiven.

She laughed, mouth gently pulled out a radian, dry lips split, the wound gushed out snow, she will lick all the blood.

Feeling the bloody stomach issued waves of protest, not only did not alleviate the feeling of hunger and thirst, but even more hungry, she opened her eyes, eyes full of red blood because of lack of sleep.

Finally, her soft body moved, and she got up and went to the bathroom. Open the water tank, there is no water in it.

She put out her hand to wipe the inner wall of the water tank, and her fingers were stained with some water drops that had not yet evaporated.

Lick the water off your fingers a little bit, and the dry lips don't relieve. On the contrary, these actions cause the wound to crack again.

She went back to the window again, and her heart was strangely calm despite the physical pain. This is her fault, she chose the wrong path, even if the Ye family did not forgive her, even if she paid the price of life, she has no regrets.

In the last time of life, in addition to ye nianmo, the man opposite is in my mind. What is more terrible than death is the hopeless loneliness.

Out of the window, the sky is gray, the moon is hanging in the distance, half of it is hiding in the clouds, the sky in the distance is already full of white light, and it will be dawn soon.

The room on the second floor of the villa opposite lights up, followed by a figure. Ding Yiyi found that the man didn't stay in bed, and even got up at the same time every day.

When the man got up, he opened the door and went out, then came back. This time, instead of sitting in front of the table with coffee and writing as he did a few days ago, he took a box out of the closet.

Is he leaving? Ding Yiyi suddenly very sad, she how he accompanied her through the last part of life.

The man opened the wardrobe and put the clothes into the box. Then he went to the table and put away all the things on the table.

In a trance, he seemed to look this way, and then he closed the curtain.

Ding Yiyi's world is completely gray. She stares at the beige curtain with landscape on the opposite side for a while, but the curtain never opens again.

Is her life coming to an end when the man is gone? She looked at the sky calmly, waiting for her own moment.

When the sun rises, the sun sprinkles on her body, plating a layer of golden light on her body, like an angel from the sky.

Ye family.

The heavy door of the Buddhist hall was pushed open, and the housekeeper helped Fu Fengyi out.

Overnight, she seems to be a lot of old, with the meaning of oil exhausted and lamp withered. Looking at kneeling in front of her favorite grandson, she only said, "No. 14, block 13, Jinlin garden."

She said, looking at the grandson's eyes suddenly burst out of the look, light added, "from now on, you and she don't have to see me again."

The brilliance in ye nianmo's eyes faded gradually. He got up slowly and knelt down again the next second. His knee fell to the ground and made a heavy sound.

The housekeeper felt that Fu Fengyi's arm was stiff immediately, so he released her hand and went forward to help the young master.

Ye nianmo waved his hand. He stood up slowly, and his knees couldn't straighten for a moment. After a while, the shaky body is really standing.

He bent down toward Fu Fengyi deeply. When he straightened up again, his eyes were not only concentric, but also firm.Looking at the figure of her grandson leaving, Fu Fengyi turns back to the Buddhist hall. In the Buddhist hall, the only constant is the Buddha's eyes.

She looked into those eyes and thought of her favorite.