Ye Qifei was also embarrassed to let Ye Changshu worry anymore, walked out of the house, and shouted a little unspeakably in the face of this strange man: "Dad." ”

Seeing Ye Qifei get up, Ye Changshu confirmed that her hands were not cold, and then she was relieved: "Your mother saw that your face was wrong just now, and she was frightened, now I went to the street to buy new clothes, and I still have to have two jackets." ”

Ye Changshu was distressed, and at the same time blamed himself for his lack of ability, if he was also a businessman, how could he let the two children live so hard!

Ye Changshu asked Ye Qifei to sit next to him, and put his hot water bottle in Ye Qifei's arms, which was just filled with hot water, and it was not so cold.

Ye Qifei found the newspaper on the table with sharp eyes, and asked politely: "This ...... Can I watch it?"

Ye Ningning was a little disapproving: "If you want to understand it, you can read it, anyway, every day the newspaper will be used as firewood!"

It's all issued by the school, every day, of course Ye Ningning doesn't think it's unusual, but Ye Qifei is sharp-eyed to find a familiar person in the newspaper, which is even more surprised.

The headline in the newspaper was the news of the death of Ye Qifei, the daughter of the Ye family, and Fang Yushi was deeply saddened, and most of the people who came to mourn were also high-ranking officials, who ...... Is it herself?!

Is she still alive in the new era? Ye Qifei was a little excited, wasn't she reborn in some terrible era, but a remote town just a few days after her death?

Ye Qifei put away his excitement and asked, "Dad...... What time is it?"

"December 4th, what's wrong?" Ye Changshu was afraid that Ye Qifei would be sick, so he touched her forehead again, and found that it was okay just asked, so he was relieved.

But Ye Qifei's heart couldn't be calmed down for a long time.

December 4th, December 4th!

This is the third day after she was burned to death, she was in City A, where her family lived, Ye Qifei looked back and forth several times, looking at Fang Yushi and his family who came to mourn in the photo, he only felt that some places were unspeakably weird, and he said to Ye Ningning in some embarrassment: "Ningning, can you show my brother the newspaper you brought back every day?"

Ye Ningning glanced at Ye Qifei like a ghost, but also nodded: "Brother, you are really strange, you haven't read the newspaper you usually bring back, so you threw it under the stove, why do you suddenly want to read the newspaper? You want to read the newspaper again, why don't you go to study by yourself?" ”

It turned out that Ye Qifei had not read, she had some thoughts in her heart, and looked at Ye Changshu with fiery eyes.

Ye Qifei didn't know what kind of temper Ye Changshu was, and was a little weak: "Dad, can I study?"

"Are you studying?" Ye Ningning's face became more and more ugly: "Don't drag down our family, okay? Do you think you are a piece of reading material? In the past, your father sent you to study, but you couldn't live or die after paying the tuition, you were really blind to those hundreds of yuan!"

"Ningning!" Ye Changshu suddenly snorted, Ye Ningning didn't dare to talk anymore, and continued to bury herself in writing her homework, she was busy with her studies in the third year of high school, and she didn't dare to think about anything else.

In the past, Ye Qifei refused to study, and he was sad that Ye Changshu was a person who would rather suffer himself than his children, they were born not very well, and they lived in such a poor place, reading is the only way out for children.

"Xiaofei, if you really want to study, Dad will find a way, will find a way. Ye Changshu repeated these words, not knowing whether he was reassuring himself or reassuring Ye Qifei.

When Ye Ningning heard this, he was so angry that he dropped the pen, picked up the pen again after a while, and went back to his room to write happily with his homework book.

Ye Qifei was embarrassed for a moment, and his raised face was slightly bitter: "Thank you, Dad." ”