Gong Lingye's words almost ignited all of Song Ziheng's sanity.

When he saw Gong Lingye's index finger about to pull the trigger, his eyes were full of hatred: "Gong Lingye, if you kill me, my sister won't let you go! I won't let you go! I want you to be buried with you! Like Chu Mingyao, you're going to hell sooner or later!"

Song Ziheng shouted vigorously, as if he wanted to vent all the pain of his misbelievers.

He was trembling all over, and his eyes were full of madness, so he didn't see the arm that Gong Lingye had put down and the relieved smile on his face.

Hearing that the young man was still scolding himself, Gong Lingye rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, walked behind Song Ziheng, and used a knife to cut the cow tendon rope tied to Song Ziheng's body.

Song Ziheng was free, and immediately rushed towards Gong Lingye: "What tricks are you playing again? Tell you, I don't believe you anymore! I'm going to kill you!"

Because of his anger, he had a lot of strength, and pushed Gong Lingye back a few steps.

Gong Lingye stabilized his body and grabbed Song Ziheng's smashed arm: "What's the matter, you can speak, so you can scold?"

"You ...... with a beast's heart," Song Ziheng roared here, but the words suddenly got stuck in his throat.

He glanced at Gong Lingye in astonishment, just now, Gong Lingye said that he could speak?

"I ......" Song Ziheng opened his mouth again.

This time, unlike in the past, every time he wanted to speak, it was as if someone had choked his vocal cords, but he made a sound easily and naturally.

"Can I really talk?" he muttered to himself.

Although the tone was a little jerky, he didn't even know when he had changed his voice.

It was not the voice of an eleven-year-old boy in the past, but a slightly low, a little rough male voice, which was particularly unfamiliar, but strangely knew that it was his own voice.

He stood there and uttered a few more syllables.

It's really him who speaks, and he's really able to speak!

After three and a half years of being dumb, I was finally able to speak!

The shock and joy in his heart suddenly surrounded him like a tide.

"I really can talk!" he kept muttering to himself, and muttered, "Sister, I can speak!"

Trembling all over, his eyes were hot, and that feeling of ecstasy was known only to him!

Song Ziheng laughed and cried at the same time, his throat rolled, and his eyes were red. He slowly raised his eyes and looked at Gong Lingye in front of him.

If he said that he didn't know what Gong Lingye was going to do before, but at this moment, he understood everything.

Gong Lingye has been stimulating him to speak from the beginning to the present!

The heartbeat slammed into his chest, Song Ziheng looked at the tall man in front of him, and his lips moved: "Thank you for helping me." ”

Gong Lingye patted him on the shoulder: "It's just that the method is simple and rude, so I can only carry your sister behind my back, otherwise she will fight hard for me!"

Song Ziheng's hands were clenched tightly, and he spoke: "This is very good, I have long wanted to speak." ”

If it weren't for Gong Lingye using such a method, but step by step, he really didn't know how many years he would have to be silent in the silent world again!

"Why are you helping me like this?" he asked again.

"Because you're her brother. Gong Lingye spoke extremely ruthlessly: "If it weren't for her, it wouldn't matter to me whether you were dead or alive!"

Song Ziheng thought of the ones he had just yelled at the palace, and he was a little annoyed: "Brother-in-law, just now, I'm sorry." ”

Gong Lingye raised her eyebrows: "Now you recognize me as a brother-in-law?"

Song Ziheng pursed his lips and did not speak.

Gong Lingye patted him on the back: "You're covered in sweat, go change your clothes, I'll take you on a horse." ”

Song Ziheng nodded and went to change clothes with the waiter.

After changing into a riding outfit and putting on a down jacket each, the two of them chose a horse and led it out.

Outside, it was starting to get a little dark, and the setting sun was ticking the horizon with a golden edge.

Song Ziheng also rode a foal when he was eleven years old, but at that time, his parents were afraid that he would fall, so he ran on the grass for a short while.

Therefore, when Gong Lingye took him and let the horse really run, he was a little in a hurry.

Anyone who has ever ridden a horse knows that once a horse runs, it must clamp the horse's belly with both legs, straighten the waist, and not relax the strength in the hands.

Of course, for those who have been on horseback all year round, everything couldn't be easier. However, for people who rarely ride horses, it is quite physically demanding.

Song Ziheng looked at Gong Lingye in front of him, and his heart swelled with unwillingness.

He can't be looked down upon by him anymore!

All the way along the mountain road to the top, the sky had completely darkened, Song Ziheng was tired and sweaty, and his hands and feet were trembling slightly.

Gong Lingye controlled the horse to stop, he looked at the lanterns in the distance, and said to Song Ziheng beside him: "Here, you can shout hard." I know you've been suppressed for more than three years, and it's not easy for a teenager to be able to stand here now. ”

Song Ziheng retorted: "I'm not a child. ”

Gong Lingye smiled: "Whatever you want." ”

Song Ziheng turned his head to look at him, only to feel that the dark riding clothes of the man next to him seemed to blend with the night.

"Brother-in-law. He called out to him.

Gong Lingye said, "Huh?"

"Thank you!" Song Ziheng said sincerely.

"Thank me, grow up and protect your sister. I let you learn to trust people, but it doesn't mean that you are not wary of people and things. You have to believe that as long as you are strong enough, you will not care if that person is sincere to you or not. Because you have the power to deal with all betrayals and hurts. Gong Lingye said: "If you have time, I will take you to hunt." Your physique is too weak, you need to do more men's exercise, and when the Chinese New Year comes, we will go skiing on Dis Mountain!"

"Okay, I'll exercise!" Song Ziheng thought of the last time he played, and added: "In the future, I will often play with my classmates at school!"

"Hmm. Gong Lingye said: "If you need anything, please contact me at any time." ”

Song Ziheng nodded, a smile on the corner of his lips.

He used to think that when he was older, he would go out with his father to play football, ride horses, ski, drive, and even play diving, fishing, and hunting, but all the happiness in his life was fixed at the age of 11.

After that, those sports that I wanted to try were buried in my heart forever.

He locked himself up, bowed his head and made models one by one, did not communicate with people, stayed at home, and had few friends.

And now, Gong Lingye took him to play ball, took him to ride a horse, and said that he would take him hunting back.

The expectation of my father in my heart seems to be sketched out little by little, and it has a concrete and real appearance.

He has never been good at expressing his heart, so even if he was tumbling with emotions, he just nodded at Gong Lingye, and then, looking into the distance, shouted loudly: "I'm Song Ziheng, I can speak!"

"I'm born again today!"

Get back on your feet.

This teenager, who has experienced too much pain since he was 11 years old, has finally reassembled his once shattered worldview.

He glanced at Gong Lingye beside him, and thought to himself, he also had to work hard to become like Gong Lingye, strong and bright in his heart.