MTL - Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer-Chapter 699 First time between father and daughter

In the middle of the red sea of ​​flowers in the yard, a man in Tsing Yi looked at her quietly in a wheelchair. The two mottled white colors did not damage the handsome atmosphere of the man, and his eyebrows were cold, and he could still be amazed at the first sight.

Song Ye can understand why Ye Meirou willingly stayed beside Shao Yichen for more than ten years.

Such a man does have the capital to make people crazy.

The enchanting flower on the other side is in full bloom, but this is the first time Song Ye saw a picture of a man taking photos with the sea of ​​flowers. The overly intense color is not suitable for him, and only shows his loneliness and solitude in his presence. .

"Before leaving, I want to ask you to write a few words." Shao Yichen said, without retaining or asking about the reason for leaving. He knew that Song Ye's decision would not be changed. If Song Ye had revealed the meaning at the beginning , It will not wait until today.

"Yeah." Song Ye lightly responded, stepped forward and stood behind Shao Yichen, and took the initiative to help him push up the wheelchair. There was a gap on the floor of the bluestone slab, which made the wheelchair inconvenient to rotate.

Xu didn't expect Song Ye to do so, and Shao Yichen's face froze, his eyes showing a touch of flattery.

Grumbling, the wheelchair rolled over the bluestone slab, and made a subtle sound. Shao Yichen looked at the other side of the flower that was as red as blood on both sides, and he could not count the number of times he passed through it.

Only this time, there was no usual sorrow and loneliness, just because I knew there was a footstep behind him, and the scenery of a person in front of me seemed not so difficult.

On this day, Song Ye did a lot for him. He helped him push a wheelchair for the first time, helped him to sit before the book case, helped him grind for the first time, and cooked tea for him for the first time.

These trivial things in daily life have become the first time between the father and daughter. The thought is to make Shao Yichen happy and feel remorse.

"What do you want to write?" After a cup of tea, Song Ye stood behind the desk, spread out the rice paper on the book case, and looked up at Shao Yichen.

The latter hesitated for a moment, but she didn't really want to write anything, so she said, "Write what you learned in school."

Speaking of which, he knew that Song Ye had a good grade, and he was also awarded the provincial champion in the middle school entrance examination. Although he often absent from school, he always ranked among the best.

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

Over the years, he has had many wishes unfulfilled. One of them is to look at his daughter's homework, like a father of ordinary people.

Song Ye also failed to appreciate his sadness, dipped in ink and lifted his pen, and her own style of arrogance made her handwriting like a cloud of flowing water. The pen stroked the rice paper vigorously, with a straight posture and a firm eyebrow.

Shao Yichen looked at her rotating Hao wrist, she was so white and slender, it was as moist as the finest jade, and Yingying was weak and boneless.

But it is such a pair of hands that can brutally crush people on the playing field without even blinking their eyes.

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

Song Ye brushed his head, and a little ink stained on the rice paper, which was the last stroke at the end. She had no intention of rewriting, and tore the paper to the side, "She **** it."

In the elegant picture, the girl spit out **** words in a cold voice.

Shao Yichen's voice was blocked in his throat, and he felt uncomfortable without getting up and down. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but realized that he couldn't say it.

Song Ye, like a tapeworm in his stomach, continued to say, "I grew up in that environment."

Or maybe there is a genetic relationship at work, but before he was born again, fifteen-year-old Song Ye was indeed kind-hearted, and an ant could not bear to step on it.

The environment forced her to grow, plunder, and become cruel. At first it was to survive. Later, this cruelty became instinct.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault ..." The truth pierced the man's heart, Shao Yicheng murmured almost unconsciously, his face filled with the pain of memories. When Song Ye was born, he was still so small. He was wrapped in a smile and smiled at him, but the cute and helpless child was carried away and thrown into the river in the snow.

Her life was doomed to be full of misfortunes from the moment they became their children.

Song Ye said this, and Ben had no intention to blame anyone, so she did not respond to Shao Yichen's remorse. She just walked in front of him and squatted down, and took the blanket on his knees, and said softly, "Okay. recuperate."

From taking care of you to taking good care of one another, both of them can clearly feel the distance.

Shao Yichen suddenly wanted to grab Song Ye's hand, but the latter had withdrawn slightly, got up, and left the field.

"I go first."

The last thing left to him was a farewell.

He turned his back to the door and didn't watch her leave. He pressed his hands on the blanket that the girl had just touched. The straight spine fell like a building in an instant, and suddenly fell down, burying 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 in gauze and she was sitting on the bedside, and she looked good.

Seeing Song Ye's figure stepping forward, she grinned happily and smiled, but at the same time pulled the wound again and again to draw gas, oops yelled.

"What did Dr. Pang say?" Song Ye sat next to the chair and sat down, watching her pack like a mummy and not forgetting the funny joke, and her heavy mood relaxed a little.

"Well, Dr. Pang's medical skills are brilliant, but unfortunately he is not alive in Shihua. He ca n’t cure me overnight. At least three months my face ca n’t move. I feel like I will suffer from paralysis like you afterwards. This can be difficult to treat. "Zhou Qingqing laughed with a single breath. His toughness is comparable to that of a rough man. It is said that he woke up after disfiguration and did not cry.

"Scars on the face, I will help you get rid of them at that time." Song Ye's seriousness is also impossible for anyone to destroy, and the topic can never be biased.

"I know, I know, it ’s better to have a scar than to face paralysis, and you have broken Takahashi weaving powder powder body, you ca n’t smile with joy?" Zhou Qingqing leaned in front of the bed, but she comforted her, "I am now, But I ca n’t wait to celebrate it. ”

What to celebrate? Song Ye seemed to hear the voice outside the string, "Are you happy?"

"That is of course." Zhou Qing nodded, and continued his mouth without opening the door: "I can see the homeowner pleasing to the eye ..."

Without finishing the idiom behind, she was stunned.

It seemed to be overjoyed for a while, and what was exposed ...