Chapter 699

In the middle of the red sea of flowers in the courtyard, a man in blue sits in a wheelchair and looks at her quietly. The white on her temples does not damage the beauty of the man. Her cool brow still amazes the time at the first sight.

Song ye can understand why ye Meirou was willing to stay with him for more than ten years.

Such a man, indeed, has the capital to make people crazy.

The enchanting flowers on the other side are in full bloom. This is the first time that song Ye sees a picture of a man and a sea of flowers. The strong color is not suitable for the elegant one. Being in it only sets off his loneliness and depression.

"Before I leave, I want to ask you to write a few words." So run Yichen said, without retaining or asking why he left. He knew that the decision made by song ye would not be changed. If song ye had disclosed his intention, he would not have waited until today.

"Well." Song Ye gently responded and stepped forward to stand behind run run run. He helped him to push up his wheelchair. There was a gap in the ground of bluestone tiles, which made it inconvenient for the wheelchair to rotate.

Xu did not expect that song ye would do so. Run Yichen's face was stunned and his eyes showed a trace of flattery.

Gulu Gulu, wheelchair crushed in the bluestone board, issued a subtle sound, run Yichen looked at the two sides of the red like blood on the other side of the flower, has been countless, is the number of times through it.

Only this time, there is no usual sadness and loneliness, just because I know that there is a step behind him to walk with him, and the scenery of a person on the road ahead seems not so difficult.

On this day, song ye did a lot for him. For the first time, he helped him push his wheelchair, the first time he helped him sit in front of the book case, the first time he helped him grind and the first time he cooked tea for him.

These trivial things in daily life all became the first time between the father and daughter, which made him feel both happy and regretful.

"What do you want to write?" After a cup of tea, song Ye stands behind the desk, spreads out the Xuan paper on the desk, and then looks up at run Yichen.

The latter slightly a Leng, pour is really did not want to let her write what, then said: "write what you learned in school can."

Speaking of it, he knew that song Ye got good grades. He also got the provincial champion in the high school entrance examination. Although he often missed classes at school, he always ranked among the best.

It's one thing to hear, another to see with one's own eyes.

Over the years, many of his wishes have not come true. One of them is to look at his daughter's lessons and be like a father of an ordinary family.

Song Ye didn't feel his sadness either. She picked up the brush with ink and became a school of arrogant style. Her writing style was like flowing clouds and flowing water. Her writing style was strong and straight across the rice paper. Her posture was straight and her eyebrows were firm.

Shao Yichen looked at her bright wrist, which was so white and slender, like a very good jade, warm, Yingying, weak and boneless.

Can also be such a pair of hands, in the competition field can be cruelly crushed to pieces, even eyes do not blink.

"Why did you kill her?" Involuntarily, Shao Yichen said the question in his heart unconsciously.

Song Ye's stroke, rice paper soaked with some ink, but also can be the last stroke, she did not intend to rewrite the paper, will be torn to one side, "she damned."

Under the picture of elegant writing, the girl's cold voice vomited out bloody words.

Run run run's voice was choked in his throat. He opened his mouth and tried to say something, but he found himself unable to say it.

Song Ye was like a worm in his stomach, and continued to light: "I grew up in that environment."

Perhaps, there is genetic relationship, but it is true that before rebirth, song ye, who was 15 years old, was really kind-hearted, and even an ant was reluctant to trample to death.

The environment forced her to grow up, to plunder, to become cruel, at first for survival, but later, the cruelty became instinct.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault..." The truth stabbed the man's heart hard. Run run run city almost lost his mind and whispered. His face was filled with painful memories. When song Ye was just born, he was still so young, wrapped in swaddling clothes and smiling at him. However, such a lovely and helpless child was carried away and thrown into the river in the ice and snow.

Her life, from becoming their children, was doomed to be full of misfortune.

When song ye said this, she had no intention to blame anyone, so she did not respond to the confession of Shao Yichen. She just went to him and squatted down, tucked in the blanket on his knee and whispered, "take good care of yourself."

From taking good care of yourself to taking good care of yourself, you can feel the distance between them.

Shao Yichen suddenly wants to grasp song Ye's hand, but the latter has already gently withdrawn, gets up and leaves the stage.

"I'll go first."

Last but not least, goodbye.

With his back to the door, he did not watch her leave, his hands pressed on the blanket the girl had just touched, and his straight spine was like a building about to fall in an instant. He bent down and buried his face deeply into the quilt.After coming out of the room, song ye went to see Zhou Qingqing. At that time, her face was wrapped with a circle of gauze, and she was leaning against the head of the bed. Her spirit looked good.

Seeing song Ye's figure marching forward, she grinned happily, but in an instant she pulled the wound and gasped again and again, ouch, ouch.

"What did Dr. Pang say?" Song ye went to the chair next to him and sat down. Seeing that she was wrapped up like a mummy, he did not forget to make fun of her. Only then did he relax a little.

"Ai Ai, doctor Pang is very skillful. Unfortunately, he is not living Hua Tuo. He can't cure me overnight. I can't move my face for at least three months. When I feel better, I will suffer from upper paralysis just like you, which is difficult to cure." Zhou Qingqing can laugh as long as he has a breath. His character is tough enough to be compared with a rough man. It is said that when he wakes up after disfigurement, he has never cried. He is also a wonderful flower.

"The scar on your face, I'll take it out for you." No one can destroy the solemnity of song ye, and the topic can never be deviated.

"I know. It's better to have a scar than to have a facial paralysis. You can't have a happy smile when you've smashed all the Takahashi's goods to pieces?" Zhou Qingqing leaned in front of the bed but comforted her, "I am now, but I wish to set off firecrackers to celebrate."

What to celebrate? Song Ye seemed to hear the implication, "are you happy?"

"Of course." "Then he nodded his head and said," I can't see you at home

She choked before she finished the following idiom.

It seems that I was overjoyed for a moment and exposed something

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