Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

In the center of the red flower sea in the yard, a man in Tsing Yi sat in a wheelchair and looked at her quietly. The mottled white on his temples did not detract from this man's handsome aura. His eyes were cold, and he was still amazed at the first glance.

Song Ye could understand why Ye Meirou was willing to stay by Shao Yichen's side for more than ten years.

Such a man really has the capital to make people crazy.

The enchanting flowers on the other side are in full bloom, but this is the first time Song Ye has seen a picture of a man taking a photo with the sea of ​​flowers. The too strong and bright colors are not suitable for the elegant him, and being in it only brings out his loneliness and depression. .

"Before I leave, I want to ask you to write a few words." Shao Yichen said, he did not hold back, nor did he ask the reason for leaving. He knew that Song Ye's decision would not be changed, if Song Ye had revealed it at first , will not wait until today.

"Yeah." Song Ye replied lightly, stepped forward and stood behind Shao Yichen, and took the initiative to help him push up the wheelchair. There were gaps on the floor of the bluestone slate, and it was very inconvenient to turn the wheelchair.

Xu Shi didn't expect Song Ye to do this, Shao Yichen's face froze, and a hint of flattery appeared in his eyes.

Gurgling, the wheelchair was crushed on the bluestone slab, making a slight noise. Shao Yichen looked at the other side flowers that were as red as blood on both sides, and had passed through it for countless times.

Only this time, the usual sadness and loneliness is gone, just because he knows that there is a footstep behind him walking with him, the scenery of the road ahead doesn't seem to be so difficult.

On this day, Song Ye did a lot for him, helping him push his wheelchair for the first time, helping him sit in front of the desk for the first time, grinding him for the first time, and cooking tea for him for the first time.

These trivial things in daily life have all become the first time between the father and daughter. Thinking about it, it makes Shao Yichen both happy and regretful.

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

The latter was slightly taken aback, but she really didn't think about what she wanted to write, so she said, "Just write what you learned in school."

Speaking of which, he knew that Song Ye's grades were good, and he also took the provincial champion in the middle school entrance examination. Although he often missed classes at school, he was always among the best.

Just hearing about it is one thing, but seeing it with your own eyes is another.

Over the years, he has many wishes that have not been fulfilled, one of which is to see his daughter's homework, like an ordinary father.

Song Ye couldn't feel his sadness either. She was dipped in ink and picked up the pen. Her own style of arrogance made her handwriting flow like a cloud of water.

Shao Yichen looked at her turning wrist, it was so white and slender, like a very good jade, and Yingying's grip was weak and boneless.

But it is such a pair of hands that can brutally smash people to pieces on the field without even blinking an eye.

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

Song Ye Bifeng paused, and the rice paper was soaked with some ink stains, which was worthy of the last stroke. She had no plans to rewrite it, so she tore the paper aside and hung it aside, "Damn her."

Under the picture of writing elegantly, the girl spit out bloody words in a cold voice.

Shao Yichen's voice was blocked in his throat, and he choked uncomfortably. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but found that he couldn't say it.

Song Ye, however, was like a roundworm in his stomach, and continued to say lightly, "I grew up in that environment."

Or maybe there is a genetic relationship at play, but it is true that before the rebirth, the fifteen-year-old Song Ye was really kind-hearted, and even an ant was reluctant to step on it to death.

The environment forced her to grow, to plunder, to become cruel. At first, it was for survival. 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 absentmindedly, his expression filled with the pain of memories. When Song Ye was just born, he was still so young, wrapped in a swaddle and smiled at him, but such a cute and helpless child was taken away and thrown into the river in the ice and snow.

Her life was doomed to be full of misfortune from the moment she became their child.

Song Ye said this, she had no intention of blaming anyone, so facing Shao Yichen's repentance, she did not respond, she just walked up to him and squatted down, tucked the blanket on his knees for him, and said softly, "Okay. recuperate."

From taking care of yourself to taking good care of your illness, the two of them can clearly feel the distance they are getting closer.

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

"I go first."

The last thing left for him is to say goodbye.

He turned his back to the door and didn't watch her leave. He put his hands on the blanket that the girl had just touched. His straight spine was like a building about to collapse in an instant. into the quilt.

After coming out of the room, Song Ye went to see Zhou Qingqing. At that time, her face was covered with gauze and she was sitting on the head of the bed, looking in good spirits.

Seeing Song Ye's figure moving forward, she grinned happily and wanted to laugh, but in an instant, she tugged at the wound and gasped for breath, screaming.

"What did Dr. Pang say?" Song Ye sat down on the chair next to her. Seeing that she was wrapped up like a mummy and didn't forget to play tricks, her heavy heart relaxed a little.

"Ehhh, Dr. Pang's medical skills are brilliant, but unfortunately I'm not in Shihuatuo, so I can't cure me overnight, I can't move my face for at least three months, I feel better and I will suffer from paralysis like you. It’s hard to cure.” Zhou Qingqing can laugh as long as he breathes a sigh of relief, and his character is as tough as a rough man. It is said that after waking up after being disfigured, he never cried, which is also strange.

"The scar on your face, I will help you get rid of it." Song Ye's seriousness can't be destroyed by anyone, and the topic can never be diverted.

"I know, I know, it's better to have scars than your facial paralysis. You've smashed Takahashi Orika into pieces, so you can't smile happily?" Zhou Qingqing leaned on the bed and comforted her, "I am now, But I can't wait to set off firecrackers to celebrate."

What to celebrate? Song Ye seemed to hear the overtones, "Are you happy?"

"Of course." Zhou Qingqing nodded, and continued without closing the door, "It's a pleasure to see the head of the family..."

Before she could finish the idiom, she was suddenly choked.

It seems to be overjoyed for a while, revealing something...