Chapter 706

His mother was carried off the stage, over and over again.

He can't let go.

Lin Yi gazed at him painfully. She stretched out her hand to him. Ying Hannian lowered her eyes. Her eyes fell on the silver ring of her ring finger, and she lowered her hand to hold it.

"In the cold year, I'll dance for you."

She said softly, slowly pulling her hand out of his hand, moving her ring finger and leaving the silver ring in his hand.

Lin Yi went to change into a long red dress.

The whole herdsman fell into darkness, the light fell in front of the stairs, the music started slowly, and the thin white catkin unfolded slowly in the light and shadow, changing into a variety of movements.

Red skirt raised, like standing in the long snow, a woman's waist is soft but firm.

This is also the dance that Ying Yongxi made up.

Ying Hannian just sat on the stairs and looked at her motionlessly. A warm red figure appeared in his dark eyes. He was so red that he couldn't see anything else.

"Han, does Mom dance well?"

"Han, you will leave this place one day."

"Don't beat the children. Don't beat the children. Beat me if you want to."

"Well, you take your mother out together, and your mother takes you back to your hometown. It's a beautiful place."

"Han, go, go..."

"Mother, please, please live! Please

Countless memories interweave in front of us. Ying Hannian slowly sends the silver ring to his lips. With a touch of silver on his fingertips, his black eyes are always staring at the dancing shadow in front of him.

Lin Yi jumped for a long time, until she was too tired to jump any more. She went back to the stairs and sat under him leaning against the railing to rest.

When tired, sleepiness is always easy to attack. She can't resist closing her eyes and leaning to one side.

A big slender palm held her head in time.

He looked at her with low eyes, and saw that her eyebrows and eyes were full of tired color, and there was a trace between them. He whispered something in a low voice. Only when he listened closely did he know that she was saying, "feet ache, cold year..."

He held her in one hand and pulled up her skirt in the other. She was wearing a pair of high-heeled shoes on her feet. The heel of the shoes had worn her heel, and the blood color was clearly visible.

"Fool."

He gave a low reprimand.

Time goes by.

The herdsmen are still in the dark, only a little light.

Ying Hannian is lying on the broad and long stairs with Lin Yi in her arms. She wears a warm and charming red skirt, half covering his body, and the color is eye-catching.

The dim light fell on her feet. Without the shackles of high heels, the white gauze showed the traces of yellow liquid medicine.

The two figures are stacked together, quietly helping each other.

……

The next day, Lin Yi woke up in bed, exhausted and exhausted. It was a rare spirit.

She turned her eyes and there was no one in bed.

She bit her lip and sat up from the bed. As soon as she lowered her head, she saw that the silver ring was put back on her hand. She reached out and touched it. Her feet fell into the slippers. She noticed that the wound on her feet had been treated, and she couldn't help smiling.

She didn't even wash. She opened the door and went out, calling a maid, "what about the cold year?"

"The second young master has gone out."

Answered the maid.

"Going out?"

Lin Yi was stunned and came back from Wanquan lake. He never went out again in yinghan year.

"Yes, I saw the second young master take you back to your room in the morning, and he went out soon." Said the maid.

Lin Yi stood there, thinking that the high window cast a touch of sunshine, shining on the body is very warm, she looked up at the past, suddenly everything understood.

Ying Hannian knows how to end it.

Great.

Lin Yi couldn't help laughing. His eyes were warm.

The maid didn't understand why she was smiling. She just thought that she looked very beautiful in the sun. The red skirt reflected her snow-white skin, gentle and beautiful. Looking at her, she seemed to see the spring flowers blooming.

I don't know why, the maid suddenly thought that the dead spirit of the herdsman should be gone.

In the hospital in the morning, patients who get up early play Tai Chi and exercise on the grass.

There is not so much smell of disinfectant in the air, but the smell of vegetation.A group of bodyguards walked into the hospital hall and stood in two rows. The tall figure appeared at the gate of the hospital. Ying Hannian stood there with his windbreaker in the wind. He raised his eyes, took off his sunglasses and looked forward.

After a while, he stepped out on his long legs and walked in without hesitation.

At the moment, the hospital is quiet.

Mu Huahong was sitting on the hospital bed, looking out of the window with empty eyes. Suddenly, he heard the plainclothes policeman on duty outside respectfully say, "Mr. Ying."

Here he comes.

He finally came.

Mu Huahong's eyes trembled. He quickly reached for the infusion, lifted the quilt and got out of bed in pain. Without wearing his shoes, he stumbled to the door and reached for the door.

"Don't open the door."

Ying Hannian's deep and cold voice rang out outside the door.

“……”

Mu Huahong was frozen there, and his hand on the doorknob didn't move again.

"Mr. Ying, you can talk. Let's stand far away." The two policemen bowed their heads towards Ying Hannian and walked aside, leaving room for them.

Ying Hannian leaned against the wall by the door, with his hands hanging down and his sunglasses in one hand. He had no expression on his handsome face and could not see his happiness and anger.

"I'm in treatment. I'll wait for a word."

Mu Huahong's dumb voice rang out in the door. He was not as careful as he was, but also had a faint expectation.

Ying Hannian stood outside the door, his thin lips moved, and his words were cool and thin, "I will never forgive you."

“……”

Hearing this, Mu Huahong's expectation disappeared. With a bitter smile, he could not support himself. He simply slid down the door and sat on the ground, covering the painful wound with his hand.

For a long time, he said, "of course, it should be."

How does a man like him deserve to be forgiven?

He pulled Yongxi into the whirlpool. Yongxi was pushed to the end by him

"I want you to atone."

Ying Hannian's indifferent voice once again rings across the door.

Hearing this, Mu Huahong felt much more comfortable. "Well, you say, how do you want me to die?"

If Ying Yongxi is still alive, he is willing to die in her hands and let her vent. But when she is gone, he has no place to repent.

"Dead?" Ying Hannian sneered, "death is too cheap for you."

“……”

Mu Huahong's heart stagnated.

"I don't care what you do, get out of here and go to life and death street without a cent." Ying Hannian said word by word, "you can't commit suicide, you can't leave, just like my mother."

Hearing the last sentence, Mu Huahong was heartbroken.

But soon, he reacts and looks at the door behind him in shock. Does the child mean that he doesn't want to die?

This is his trial? Did he harm Ying Yongxi like that, but he didn't want him to die?