"Please, please..."
When these three words squeezed out of his throat, Mu Zhen couldn't believe that they were the words he had said.
In the three years since entering the reception room, he has worked closely with Chi Gang. Even if he did not enter the disciple hall, he has been firmly in control of the site. What taste.
Humiliation, unwillingness, helplessness... all kinds of emotions stuck in his heart, making him feel even more difficult to speak.
Today, he finally tasted the suffering of those who were oppressed by them in the past, and he was still in full view, and his face was not painful.
Begging for mercy does not mean that Song Ye will let them be merciful.
Song Ye was never a good person.
Throwing away the porcelain pieces in her hand, she clasped Mu Zhen's arm with her hand, squeezed it hard, and with a click, all the bone joints on her shoulders shattered.
"Ah..." Mu Zhen screamed, and his whole body twitched and fell to the ground. The pain rising from the bones made him turn his eyes white, wishing to faint immediately.
The girl is a professional killer, how to use the least harm to create the greatest pain is her specialty.
She stepped away from Mu Zhen's side and took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood stains on her fingertips. Her movements were noble and elegant. The traces of blood were printed on the white handkerchief, which looked shocking.
Chi Gang's eyes widened and stared at Mu Zhen who was wailing in pain on the ground, his eyes filled with disbelief.
He and Mu Zhen's partner have always been based on Mu Zhen's opinions, because Mu Zhen is smarter and smarter than him, and must be stronger in strength.
But Mu Zhen, who was not embarrassed even if he was defeated in the disciple hall, is now rolling all over the ground, crying in pain.
His shoulder is broken, so he cannot go to the next disciple hall test.
Chi Gang was suddenly awakened from shock, realizing that his future opponent would be such a murderous Song Ye, and countless emotions flashed in his eyes looking at her back, and finally turned into cruelty.
If he wants to enter the disciple hall, he must not give way to anyone. If he can't beat the girl, then he can only kill her privately.
Then the good chance to kill her is now.
The wind and sand suddenly rolled up on the ground, and the girl with her back facing Chi Gang who was about to leave was suddenly fascinated. The moment she raised her hand to block her eyes, Chi Gang saw the flaws in her body.
All the bluestone slabs on the ground rose up, and rushed straight toward the girl like a sharp arrow. With such full strength, death would cause serious injuries.
"Ah..." Many people in the courtyard were so shocked by the sudden attack that they whispered. The scene where hundreds of slates were pressed against a person in an instant was so shocking that they could almost imagine being buried. The girl under the bricks will be smashed into a cruel picture of flesh.
The battle for the upper ranks is now either you die or I live. This is the iron rule of this world.
Those who are able live in them, and those who are incompetent are eliminated.
The overwhelming slabs were severely smashed down, and amidst the loud noise, the dust was flying, and the girl was never seen again.
Chi Gang pulled out a pleasant smile, but before the sound in his throat came out, he saw a flash of cold light in front of him, and then a sharp sting came from his palm, and the arc of his mouth stiffened for a second. After that, it immediately turned into a hideous pain.
"Ah..." The scream sounded again, awakening everyone who was still attracted by the bricks.
When everyone turned their heads, they saw Chi Gang falling to the ground with his hands in his hands, and a small knife was dangling in his palm.
However, the girl who was supposed to be buried under the bricks appeared unscathed beside the hill-like bricks, her face was still cold and cold, and she even calmly wiped her hands with a kerchief.
It's just that the hand under the veil is occasionally exposed, and she can see her fingertips holding a pair of shiny knives.
It turned out that she was already prepared as early as the moment she turned around.
"Do you think I would be stupid enough to leave my back to the enemy?" Song Ye walked to Chi Gang's body and stepped on his chest, his clean fingertips showed a knife, and he said coldly, "I want me Abolish your other hand?" People with the
Five Elements ability mostly use their hands to perform abilities for the medium. If both hands are injured, they will become a useless person in a short time.
And such threats are obviously effective.
"No, please don't waste my hand. I promise that I won't trouble you again. No, I will detour when I see you in the future, please let me go." Chi Gang is a typical foreigner and middleman, watching Fierce, actually a paper tiger, his backbone is not even as good as Muzhen's. At the moment, he was busy begging for mercy, so he just kowtowed his head and apologized.
But Song Ye wanted more than just this, she suddenly thought of a better idea just now.
The cold voice sounded again, spreading throughout the huge courtyard, "Remember, I will be the boss here from now on, and you two will be my errands."
Instead of being remembered by people every day and hated every day, it's better to go straight Solve it all at once, override them, and let them surrender.
"If any of you is dissatisfied, you can come out and challenge." She raised her cold eyebrows and scanned the audience.
Since the fist can represent everything, it is all solved with violence.
These people who bullied and feared hardship simply cleaned up.
The whole scene fell into a dead silence, and no one dared to speak.
Everyone looked at each other, seeing shock and fear in each other's eyes.
They didn't expect that after such a short time, things would turn back to this point.
The first and second place in the courtyard wing have been lost one after another, and the young girl who has just arrived looks like a vase, but in fact it is a real cruel character.
Let them recognize a little girl as the boss, and still a newcomer who cannot be new again, this makes people feel a little bit reluctant.
But look at Mu Zhen with a bloody neck and Chi Gang with a bloody hand. All their courage was swallowed into their stomachs in an instant, and they all bowed their heads in the end, acquiescing to this new rule.
Song Ye looked around, very satisfied with the result, then cast a cold glance at Chi Gang on the ground.
The other party knew it, and immediately replied like a chicken pecking at rice: "Yes, yes, you will be the boss here in the future, and we are all little brothers."
Just kidding, if you don't agree, you will really die here.
After getting the final answer, Song Ye moved his feet, moved his fingertips, put away the knife, and turned around to give everyone a cool back.
On this morning, the news that Song Ling, who was new for less than a week, had dominated the entire left wing quickly spread throughout the communication room.Master Sun did not express any dissatisfaction with Song Ye's violence against violence. The highest order pursued in the harsh system of the seven families is to respect the strong.
Especially in the levels below the disciple hall, the quality of the subordinates varies. The communication room is not so much a higher level, the disciple hall's training room is more a hunting ground for the strong.
So it is difficult for the weak to survive here, and the only way for them to survive is to rely on the strong.
From the first day Song Ye moved into the third wing, many people were moved. They imagined Mu Zhen and Chi Gang to achieve the best combination, and together they broke out in the cruel rules.
But no one thought that this little girl, who was only eighteen years old, looked slender and weak, but defeated Mu Zhen and Chi Gang with her own strength, and provoked the entire left side room.
And everyone knows that this gap in strength is insurmountable, and even if they are unwilling, they can only choose to surrender.
In this way, Song Ye firmly established his footing in the communication room, with a strong posture, surpassing everyone.
The results of Master Sun's investigation of her identity showed that there was no difference. The management of the main hall was still under her supervision, which showed from the side that Master Sun wanted to cultivate her. If nothing else, she will undoubtedly get a place in the next disciple hall test.
However, in the calm days of waiting, the Shao family suddenly came to visit on this day.
Here are two men, the elder in their fifties, wearing decent suits and smelling of disinfectant. The young man looks twenty-five or sixteen years old, with an ordinary face that is extremely unrecognizable. Standing behind the elder in a simple suit, carrying a medicine box on his back is extremely easy for people to forget his existence.
"Please have tea, Master Sun has already notified the housekeeper to come down and pick up the two." Song Ye came here to serve tea and hand over water for the first time. He was quite skillful in his actions, and he could not tell that he was a novice.
"Okay, thank you." The elder thanked him softly after receiving the tea, and then he looked up at Song Ye hesitantly, but this glance made him startled for a moment, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "You..."
Song Ye glanced sideways slightly, and asked him with his eyes.
The elder opened his mouth, clearly wanting to say something, but as if he was jealous of something, the corner of his mouth moved, only a slight smile was pulled out, "Oh, it's okay, it's rare to see such a beautiful little girl. Girl, I'm a little surprised."
Song Ye immediately rolled his eyes and fell in a certain direction, with an unmoving expression on his face saying: "You
have passed the prize." Between two gossips, there was already a message behind the circular arch. Hearing the sound of footsteps, a middle-aged man in a white gown wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses greeted politely, "Doctor Pang, you have been waiting for a long time, please follow me here."
This is Shao. The training housekeeper at home is mainly responsible for picking up and picking up guests and checking the security of entry and exit.
So when he first saw the face behind the elder, his eyes became more inquisitive, "I don't know if this is..."
"Oh, this is my assistant, Xiao Nian, come to the front "Doctor Pang replied, turning his body sideways when he asked the assistant to step forward.
The butler stepped forward and said, "I'm sorry." Then, his hands quickly searched the assistant's body to make sure that the other party did not carry any dangerous items. Even the medicine box had to be thoroughly checked, which was the limit.
During this process, Song Ye's eyes kept falling on the assistant, following the place the butler had searched, his gaze swept across several places, and then he casually swept towards the doctor Pang next to him.
After the check is correct, the housekeeper will take people up the mountain as usual.
"Wait a minute, Doctor Pang, you have dropped something." At this moment, Song Ye's voice suddenly came from behind.
The three people who had walked in front all looked back together, and the elder who was named was even more confused. He was sure that he didn't carry anything with him.
Song Ye stepped forward and handed a bright scalpel in his pocket to his hand, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, "Doctors are the job of treating patients and saving people, and scalpels can save many lives. It will kill many people, so you should take care of it carefully."
A doctor drops a scalpel in public. This is a mistake that novices rarely make, let alone an experienced doctor like Dr. Pang.
So when Song Ye took out the scalpel, the faces of the three men present changed instantly.
Doctor Pang was even more stiff by Song Ye's words. He nodded while breathing in confusion, and quickly reached out and took the scalpel.
Just as he was about to point the blade to his side, a pair of big young hands clamped his throat faster.
"Don't move, I'll kill him again. Raise my hands up. Did you hear me?" It was the young assistant who held Doctor Pang. He quickly evaded the butler's arrest in an instant. , Put the knife on Doctor Pang's neck, "Don't use supernatural powers, otherwise I will use this explosive to make this old guy die with me." The
other party obviously came prepared, knowing that the seven families are powerful. Secret, and made the most comprehensive preparation.
The jade and stone were burned.
"Don't do unnecessary struggles. This is not a place where you can go wild. Tell me your purpose honestly. I can leave you a whole body." The middle-aged housekeeper saw this scene now, but he was very calm and even disregarded the hostages. Interrogate unilaterally with explosives 00.
"Are you deaf? Don't forget that your Patriarch is still waiting for this old thing to be healed. It doesn't matter if I die. If he dies, the Shao family will be over." The assistant is also well-trained and speaks out in a hurry. The value of the hostages in his hands looks confident.
And from the information he said, Song Ye also got important information.
The Patriarch of the Shao family has an illness, and it is not a minor problem. The elderly need to be treated as a specialized doctor.
She remembered that there was a jade plate with Shao in her space, pursed the corner of her mouth, and decided to wait for an opportunity to save the elder.
But before she caught the opportunity, the butler beside her had already taken action.
A hurricane suddenly blew up in the garden in front of the main hall, and the wind and sand rolled up a salon and immediately hit the assistant's back.
Under the impact of the wind and sand, the assistant and Doctor Pang flew forward together.
In the exclamation, Song Ye strode forward in the face of the loud noise of the wind, grabbed Doctor Pang's arm, pulled forward, and then raised his leg sideways and kicked off the blade in the opponent's hand. It was at this moment. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a flashing red dot. She jerked her eyebrows and screamed, "The detonator is on his left waist."At that time, Song Ye was protecting Doctor Pang from the hurricane, kicked the man's blade, and accidentally saw the detonator on his waist, but the distance between the two had been stretched, and her hand could not reach it any longer. There is also a wind technique ability master not far away, and Song Ye will never use the air wall until the last moment.
Fortunately, she shouted out in this voice very effective, as two levels higher, the ability of the person who came out of the housekeeper was also strong enough.
Almost as soon as the voice fell, the wind and sand in the tornado stopped abruptly, and the butler screamed, full of momentum, only listening to the wind blowing by his ear, and then the assistant's wrist broke in half. Picture.
"Ah..." The screams broke through the sky, resounding through the entire bright and blue sky. With blood splattered, two young and slender hands were stained with blood. After drawing two parabolas in the sky, they rolled. It fell to Song Ye's feet.
The assistant's two empty wrists were waving wildly with pain at this time, until the master twitched and fell to the ground. The bones and flesh and blood on the wrists were still clearly visible, and it was disgusting.
Even Doctor Pang was horrified by the current scene, frowning with discomfort.
Song Ye lowered his eyebrows and used the corner of his eyes to observe the severed hands on the ground.
The incision is neat, and even the bones are not broken at all. This shows that the force of the wind blade is very strong when cutting past, and the angle is also very precise. In such a strong wind, the two moves can be switched freely in an instant, and the moving target is accurately targeted. All of this fully demonstrated the strength of this butler during the training period.
You can directly contact Shao family-level figures, and each one is a strong player.
When Song Ye was speculating in his heart, the interrogation on the other side had already begun.
"Name the person who hired you, and there is a purpose." The butler wandered forward, wearing a white shirt, still slender in such a scene, squatting in front of the young assistant and removing the other's chin with one hand, waiting for the other party to explain Let him speak after the truth means.
But after a few words, the butler also saw the opponent's determination, and directly stunned the person.
"Master Sun, send the person to the disciple hall for interrogation, and report it to the disciple hall after investigation." The butler stood up and faintly ordered that Master Sun has not been touched from beginning to end.
"Yes." Master Sun looked down and responded calmly. He seemed to be used to the things just now, and he unconditionally trusted the housekeeper's ability, so he didn't even mean to shoot.
Dr. Pang walked out to thank the housekeeper and thanked Song Ye, "Thanks to the two of you for helping me today, I have been under his control since I was held hostage by this person a month ago. A little girl saw him through, otherwise I would really not find a chance."
Anyone would have struggles and hesitations when facing death, and Song Ye handed over the abrupt scalpel at the time, and it was disrupted. The opponent's position made one's own side defensive, and secondly, it also awakened Doctor Pang. His wise protection of the body ultimately brought not comfort, but more likely death.
At this time, the housekeeper was also looking at Song Ye. In the scene just now, a little girl dared to rush to save someone without arrogance or rashness. It was really not easy.
"What's your name?" The butler asked indifferently while hiding his eyes.
"Song Ling." Song Ye replied with lowered eyebrows.
"How did you see that the other party was strange?" the butler asked as if he was learning about it. In fact, this question is the real top priority. Because the other party had long known that the seven major families had abilities, even the explosive 00 was a miniature new type, stitched to the belly, so that even the housekeeper hadn't noticed it just now and underestimated the enemy.
"When Dr. Pang introduced his assistant just now, he turned his body sideways, and his attitude was a little jealous. Then the other party deliberately adjusted his breathing when he was searched. It should be because the explosive 00 in his stomach was detected. And his tie The collars are very straight, but there are wrinkles in other places, so I guess there should be weapons hidden there." Song Ye also took what she had observed one by one, naturally using her years of experience as a killer. At the first glance, she had determined where the other party was hiding the blade.
The housekeeper pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, meaning that he nodded his head, "Analytical skills are good, I will let Di Zitang pay attention to your performance."
Of course, whether this attention is monitoring or observation is not known.
Song Yeming knew that this was a dangerous move, but he still didn't regret it, because the opportunity to directly contact the Shao family master's house was too rare.
Especially when I saw this scene today, the ability of training a housekeeper has been so powerful, so let alone close to the main house, I am afraid that the people in the whole housekeeper will add up to it.
"Thank you butler." She stood there and did not move, her face still humiliated. She could feel Doctor Pang's gaze, and the hesitation that hesitated to speak made her hold back and wait.
At the end of the conversation, when the two of them were about to start again, Doctor Pang finally spoke, "This housekeeper, I don't know if I can let Miss Song go with me. Now I also need an assistant, and with her, I And feel more at ease." The
steward's footsteps stopped again, and the brows and eyes were swept over, thinking for a long while, and finally nodded, "Yes."
In this way, Song Ye got the opportunity to approach the Shao Patriarch's house directly. Crossing the two peaks of the disciple hall and the steward's room, as a physician's assistant, he went straight to the main house of the Shao family at the peak.
After walking the ladder for nearly three hours, the outline of the main house appeared in front of him. The temperature on the top of the mountain is lower than that at the foot of the mountain, and the air is icy, and the dark brown roof tiles standing there are set off against the light gray walls. It gives people a sense of dusky history in summer.
The building area of the main house is quite large, and it is also in an antique style, but the color is dark and it does not feel very comfortable.
Song Ye walked into the gate with them behind them, and at first glance was attracted by the large blooming flowers in the courtyard.
The fascinating red blooms around the courtyard like a flame of teeth and claws. The flowers are curling like dragon's claws, the leaves are falling and the flowers are blooming, and the flowers and leaves will never meet. This flower is the most merciless.
The Higan Flower, also known as Manzhushahua, blooms on the Huangquan Road to Hell. It is the last tenderness that the devil bestows on the dead.
Song Ye only felt a slight tingling in her shoulders. The slight pain was suddenly infinitely magnified when she rubbed off the tattoo of the other shore flower. Such a large swath of coquettish red was shocking to see. Her eyes were cast into the deep courtyard, and she felt a little cold. Shen.In the main house of the Shao family, Song Ye saw the flowers of the other bank in full bloom, undulating in the wind, like a large sea of blood, guiding her step by step to hell.
"Hehe, when I saw these flowers for the first time, I was as amazing as you were. Patriarch Shao is a very elegant character. I have been looking at these flowers on the other side for more than ten years, and I can always feel the sadness in them. Miss Song, you Do you feel it?" At some point, Doctor Pang had already stepped behind and walked to her side and asked her how she felt after seeing these flowers.
He said that the emotions that the Patriarch of the Shao family poured on these flowers were sadness, but Song Ye saw only blood and sin.
Because the two lifetimes added up, all that Bi An Hua brought to her was death and blood.
"Doctor Pang, I don't want you to disclose the news of the Patriarch to someone irrelevant." The housekeeper in front of him turned his head and warned. At the same time, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at Song Ye unintentionally, his eyes became more vigilant.
Doctor Pang has been walking around here for more than ten years, and he has always been a talkative person. But today, why is he uncharacteristically, first he wants to bring people up, and then he enters the house to reveal the privacy of the Shao family at will? He felt that all this willingness came from Song Ye.
The corridor in the house is very long. Because of the color of the roof tiles, the light in the whole house is not good. Song Ye watched the exquisite layout of Suzhou-Hangzhou gardens all the way, and followed the steps of the housekeeper to the largest house in the middle of the house.
In front of the two carved gates, the butler stopped Song Ye, "Doctor Pang is advanced, and you can only go in after getting the consent of the Patriarch." After all
, the butler guarded the door with Song Ye.
About twenty minutes later, Doctor Pang's voice came over, "Miss Song, please come in." The
butler frowned suddenly, glanced at Song Ye slantingly, but didn't say much, and made a gesture. Let go.
Song Ye looked down and stared at the two exquisite wooden door buckles on the door, with a strong premonition in her heart. As long as she pushes the door in front of her, perhaps the mystery of her life experience will find a breakthrough in more than ten years.
But she was not afraid, and resolutely raised her footsteps and stepped in.
With a bang, the door closed automatically, and the light in the room instantly became dim again.
"Cough cough, come here." A dull cough came, and the man's voice was thick and hoarse, but his momentum was undiminished.
Song Ye glanced at the low-key layout of the hall, and from the calligraphy and paintings hanging in the room and the tables and chairs used, it was probably inferred that the owner of the room was a literati. While moving lightly, she had already walked behind the screen and saw a square table with the Four Treasures of the Study on top. Behind the desk was a slightly thin figure of a man.
Against the light, Song Ye looked at the man in the dim, the face that came into view made her frowned suddenly.
The man sits in a wheelchair, his figure is a little lacking in exercise, but his waist is very straight. The face is buried behind the gloomy desk. It is beautiful, but still can't hide the handsome dust between his eyebrows and eyes. .
With sword eyebrows and star eyes, nose bridge, thin lips and white teeth, pale face and thin face, if he puts on an ancient hair style, the man in front of him will be a noble royal family, even he is still in his early forties. Can not help this suave demeanor.
But it was not his handsomeness that made Song Ye frown suddenly, but his appearance, which made her feel too familiar.
Like looking in a mirror, Song Ye was startled to realize that his appearance was three points similar to the other.
"You finally came." The man said to her deeply, sitting behind the table.
You finally came.
The information in this sentence was so great that Song Ye was stunned for a moment, not knowing how to react.
The man recognized her and always knew her existence.
A man's appearance is absolutely inseparable from her.
There must also be a connection between the flowers in that yard and the organizations in the Alps.
Too many things can be analyzed, so that more and more complicated Song leaves circling the heart of unspeakable emotions, she opened his mouth, and finally obscure struggling to spit out the phrase, "you tell me what is the relationship?"
Obviously this time to escape disguised already It's useless, the other party has already figured out her details, and even said that she has been under his surveillance since she stepped into the seven family territory.
That being the case, we simply spread out to make it clear.
"My name is Shao Yichen." The man looked at her unclearly, then gently raised his hand, placing an inkwell on the book case in his palm, and then, in front of her, let the inkwell disappear.
Song Yeqing's pupils suddenly shrank in an instant, and the shock at the bottom of his eyes was not because of the ability of the other party to become magical, but that this ability was the most familiar space power.
"Now, what do you think is the relationship between us?" Shao Yichen threw the question back to her, his slightly pale face could not be seen clearly in the shadows.
Three points of similar looks and the same spatial abilities, just relying on these two points, and then want to deny the blood connection is self-deception.
The identity of the person in front of him is most likely her...father.
Father, the two lifetimes of this name have been combined for more than eighteen years. She no longer thinks about it, she no longer hopes, she can no longer utter these two obscure syllables from her mouth, like a thorn stuck in her heart, years and years have passed. , Even if it doesn't hurt, I feel the diaphragm should be.
That's how her family feels.
"Sit down, I didn't mean to force you. If you come to the door, you have something to do. As long as I can help you, it is incumbent." Shao Yichen could see her stiffness, and thoughtfully did not say anything else, but greeted like an old friend for many years. Holding her.
Song Ye sat on the other end of the desk, and his gaze fell on a pair of wet calligraphy on the table. It was an extremely mad grass, apparently Shao Yichen was writing just before their future.
Her fingertips twitched, a little painful, she closed her eyes and stopped looking.
"My blood is mixed with other people's blood, which touched the recessive genetic disease, and the body is entering a dormant state." She found it difficult to feel disgusted with the man in front of her. Feeling very close, subconsciously slackened his defenses and told him the cause of his illness.
This is rare for a vigilant killer. Ironically, Song Ye knew that all this was caused by blood.
"Hey, I guessed it." Shao Yichen sighed softly, then raised a gentle smile, "Don't worry, I will save you."
I will save you.
These four words smashed into Song Ye's heart, smashing ripples in her calm heart like the Dead Sea.Even though Shao Yichen is over forty and his temples have grayed out early, he still maintains his youthful beauty. Even if he is now sitting in a wheelchair and becoming a weak patient, his eyebrows are still heavily stained. The extravagance, lazy and flashy.
This is a man who has been forgotten by the years, scorching the demon, the more he settles, the more beautiful he is, and he can easily hold people's minds.
The coldness between his eyebrows and eyes is always the same as Song Ye.
If Song Ye inherited the seven-point appearance of her mother, then he inherited Shao Yichen's very temperament. Everything that came out of his bones looked like him.
"I need some time for your illness. Before that, I hope you can stay in the reception room and stop going up. Can you agree to this request?" Shao Yichen spoke to her in a nearly pleading tone. Generally speaking, a pair of peach blossom eyes were full of gentleness, sparkling like water.
"Yes." Song Ye nodded, didn't ask the reason, and didn't delve into how long it would take. From the moment she was recognized by the other party, she had lost her bargaining position. Although force might be able to solve the problem, she would not make this choice without compelling it.
She gave a deadline in her mind, and then made concessions.
In essence, she is not a person who swindles by tricks.
After the final purpose was frankly stated, and after getting the affirmative answer from the other party, she had nothing else to tell the other party.
The scene fell silent for a while.
Shao Yichen's body seemed to be really bad. He coughed intermittently and was slightly hoarse. Although his voice was not loud, he could be heard trying to endure the pain.
Doctor Pang stepped forward to administer the needle to him. The technique was clean and neat, and there was no need for help between the procedures.
Obviously, when he was at the bottom of the mountain, the reason why he wanted Song Ye to travel was because he saw the similarities between her and Shao Yichen.
Although Song Ye had put on makeup and changed his appearance, Dr. Pang had been treating Shao Yichen for more than ten years. He had long been familiar with his facial features and bones. He was suspicious at first sight of Song Ye's temperament.
What he wanted to say but stopped behind was also verified at this moment.
It is a pity that he did not see the scene of father and daughter recognizing each other, crying, looking at each other with tears and emotions.
The desolation and loneliness at the end of this scene made him feel sad as an outsider. He wanted to say something, but he knew he was not qualified.
Shao Yichen seems to be mild and chronically ill. He can be the soul figure that supports the Shao family's standing among the seven families. His methods and dispositions have never been beyond ordinary people.
After the injection, Shao Yichen asked Dr. Pang to stay and condition his body.
The latter sighed, but he could only nod his head in response.
After everything was over, Song Yeming appeared as a servant in the communication room, and only temporarily came in as a physician's assistant. Doctor Pang left, so naturally she could not stay longer.
Shao Yichen did not mention acknowledging the ancestor and returning her to the clan, nor did she ask about her status.
It was supposed to be a vigorous and tear-jerking reunion of father and daughter for eighteen years. No, for Song Ye, this period of time lasted more than thirty years.
But everything that was supposed to be a big climax turned into dull boiled water, and even as Song Ye left in his footsteps, this end was about to be drawn.
When approaching the door, Shao Yichen's voice came from behind him hoarsely, "You, don't you want to ask me anything?"
There are actually many things that can be asked between father and daughter who have met for the first time in eighteen years.
Regarding the abandonment 18 years ago, the indifference of 18 years ago, the identity of the birth mother, the cause of the disease, the relationship between her and Ye Shao's family... There can be many questions in the depth, and every one of them is enough to say The father who gave birth but did not raise a boring blow, and he was obviously ready to bear it all.
But Song Ye never asked any question. It was not that he was reluctant to hurt, but that he felt...
"No need." Her answer was so concise that people could not find the slightest answer. She never thought about it from the beginning. There is no expectation for what you have now.
This is the clearest relationship between her and Shao Yichen.
Shao Yichen's voice fell silent again, and the dim light in the room was obscure, like a silent oil painting.
When Song Ye thought he was dead, Shao Yichen made the last request, "I heard that your calligraphy is very good. Can you help me finish writing the last sentence of my half-crazy cursive? For a few days, I couldn't write any more."
Although Shao Yichen didn't change his face in the process of applying the needle, Song Ye still noticed the weakness of his breath.
I never thought that I couldn't even lift a pen.
Song Ye's fingertips twitched slightly, and he stared at the buckle on the door with the corners of his lips. After a long while, he turned and stepped to the desk.
Lifting the pen, dipping the ink, and writing into a book, the girl's slender and thin body stands at the table, her back is stretched straight, and the curvature of her mouth shows a trace of sharpness, and the crazy handwriting between the wandering arms falls on the paper. The handwriting is actually the same as the previous article.
After drawing from a stroke to the last stroke, she paused and worked hard to penetrate the back of the paper.
"...Thank you." After a long silence, Shao Yichen spoke again. These two words seemed to be heavy and pressed against his throat. It was extremely difficult to spit out, with obscurity and sadness.
"Yeah." Song Ye put down the wolf pen, half of his face drooping in the darkness.
After the book case, the two of them stood and sat, no more than a fist apart, and the dry breath on each other looked like ten. Ironically, they were strangers they met on the first day.
Until Song Ye's figure disappeared outside the door, Shao Yichen's vision still fell on the wild grass in front of him.
He had known that Song Ye was good at calligraphy, and he was good at crazy grass, but he didn't know that Song Ye's handwriting would be like his own imagination. He just wanted to find an excuse to get closer to her, and to keep her for a second.
He looked at the last stroke of the article like this. The pen and ink were thick and penetrated through five or six layers of rice paper. The dyed ink was like tears, and it penetrated into his heart little by little, silently accusing him. In fact, the girl did not As indifferent as imagined.
Trembling hands slowly picked up the wet rice paper, the man collapsed on the back of the chair, closing his eyes severely, silent tears running down the eyes and wet the temples...
Song Ye walked to the front of the main house. Looking back at the Manzhushahua in the entire courtyard, the emotion in his eyes became more and more intense, like ink.
This inconvenient man guards this flower of death leading to hell, whether it comes from redemption or punishment...