87_87857Song Jia held the wine glass with her hand against her forehead, tears like pearls with broken threads, sliding down her fair face.

Listening to Song Jia's low sobbing, Ye Qiu looked at her coldly, her father's departure and huge debts have always pressed on her heart, although she doesn't say it, she must feel uncomfortable in her heart, and it is good to take this opportunity to let her vent.

"Ye Qiu, my dad is gone, he left me, to this day I can't believe it's true! He also said that he would wait for me to get married, wait for me to have a child, and let him hold his grandson as soon as possible! But in the blink of an eye, it was gone! ”

Song Jia sobbed as she told Ye Qiu what was in her heart, thinking of her father's bright smile, she could feel her heart ache as if it had been torn apart.

Father is not afraid of hardship or tiredness, he does not dislike the work, no matter how tired he is, the strong back is vivid, lingering in Song Jia's mind.

She vaguely remembers that when she was a child, she felt that her father's broad shoulders seemed to be able to carry anything and shelter her from the wind and rain, and in her mind at that time, her father was the greatest hero in her life.

The once immature girl wiped the dust on her father's face in distress, shed a few strings of tears in her eyes, gently took a sip on her father's face, and then said delicately: "Dad, Jiajia will raise you in the future!" ”

But the son wants to raise but does not wait, and the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop.

Before the girl could earn money to support her father, he passed away quietly, leaving behind a corpse as cold as an ice sculpture and a wide back that only remained in his memory.

Ye Qiu sat beside Song Jia, also picked up the wine glass and drank the wine, quietly being a listener, and letting Song Jia pour all the unhappy things into himself like a trash can.

"Did you know that when I was very young, my mom was gone! Because of this incident, my grandfather broke off relations with our family and went to Canada.

At that time, our family was already poor and couldn't even afford to eat, but my father didn't let me suffer a little, went out to pick up those loose jobs on the construction site during the day, and came back at night to help me cook and laundry, tell me stories and comfort me to sleep, and he did everything by himself! ”

Song Jia wiped her tears and continued to speak, once the conversation box was opened, it was difficult to stop, and memories kept pouring out from the depths of her mind, not vomiting or being unhappy.

"When I was a child, I was very distressed to see my father so busy alone, and I wanted to help him share a little housework, but he scolded me and didn't let me do it, saying that girls should be rich.

He gave me the best of everything, but he used the worst for himself, and the clothes were worn for five years, and they were all rotten and still wearing! But I have new clothes every month, and every time I go to school, the other girls envy me for having new clothes to wear! ”

Speaking of this, Song Jia stopped, smiled bitterly twice, and her eyes became confused: "At that time, I was really proud that I had a good father!" ”

"Wouldn't that be nice? It proves that Uncle Song loves you very much, and you are the most important pearl in his life! Ye Qiu took a sip of wine and looked at Song Jia suspiciously, not knowing why she had such an expression.

"That's right! Well, he doesn't have anything else in his life but me! Song Jia seemed to be steady, wiped the tears on her face, and said calmly.

"But you haven't thought about what you got it for!" Song Jia's expression suddenly became painful, covering her heart, as if she was very heartbroken.

"It wasn't until I saw him moaning in pain in bed one night that I realized that he took three times as much work a day as others, and when he came back, his joints hurt so much that he couldn't sleep, and he was in a cold sweat in bed!

The large and small scars on the arms look terrifying, and the calluses on the hands don't feel like human hands to the touch, but the old bark of a dying tree! ”

Song Jia poured a sip of wine fiercely, this time Ye Qiu didn't stop her, he also understood this feeling, when he saw his father leaning over to help others carry things, he couldn't forget the throbbing in his heart until now.

For himself, in addition to father's love, there is also mother's love, so the attachment to his father is naturally much less, but looking at his father's labor, he can still feel the feeling of heartache.

Not to mention Song Jia, when Song Jia began her memory, she only had her father in her life, and her mother's early departure made her less motherly love and less dependent on her mother, but instead transferred more dependence to her father.

So she has a deeper feeling for her father than anyone else! Therefore, after the death of her father, her pain will be even heavier.

"From that time on, I had new clothes but I could no longer be happy, and the envy of others was insignificant in my world, because every time I put on new clothes, I kept thinking back to that night, the night when my father wailed!

From that time on, I made up my mind that when I had money in the future, I would definitely let my father live a good life, but I didn't expect ......"

Song Jia shed tears again, pouring glass after glass of wine, trying to relieve this heart-rending feeling.

"Dad, he's gone, he doesn't want me anymore, no one cares about me anymore, no one loves me, I'm the only one left......" Song Jia kept repeating this sentence, she felt that her world was dark.

The feeling of being helpless and hopeless is like the big hand of darkness tearing apart the light around it, and then devouring itself, leaving no one around.

The idea of "no one cares about you, the world is just you" constantly hypnotized her brain, and she even had no expectations for life.

Ye Qiu also found out that Song Jia's condition was wrong, how could this feel like a mental illness, and it would be possible to have suicidal tendencies if she continued like this.

With this thought, Ye Qiu was startled, hurriedly put down the wine glass, turned over Song Jia's body, and shook it vigorously: "Song Jia, you are sober!" ”

Song Jia was crying drunkenly, not being woken up by Ye Qiu, and still muttering to herself.

"Jiajia, you look at me, you look at me!"

Finally, Song Jia's wandering gaze finally fell on Ye Qiu, and she looked at Ye Qiu.

"Jiajia, you're not alone, you still have me, aren't you? I'll be with you for the rest of my life! Don't be so self-defeating, with me, don't be afraid! Ye Qiu gently stroked Song Jia's hair in front of his forehead, and said with a firm gaze, his resolute face made people feel reassured.

Although he only has five years left to live, I am afraid that he will not be able to accompany her for the rest of his life, but Song Jia's situation is indeed very dangerous, and she must not be allowed to go on like this, stabilize her first.

As for five years later...... At that time, I'm afraid she would have already come out of the shadows, and he didn't have to worry about it anymore.

"Are you there? Ye Qiu? Song Jia finally came to her senses, but soon thought of what Ye Qiu had done for her, and immediately said bitterly: "Ye Qiu, why are you so stupid?" ”

"Huh?" Ye Qiu was stunned for a moment, not knowing what Song Jia meant by his words.

"I can't afford to pay back so much money from you, so much money is equivalent to throwing it into the sea, and it is impossible to get it in return!

Why are you doing so much for me? I don't deserve your effort! How do you want me to face you in the future? Song Jia's eyes drooped in dismay.

"Jiajia, I like you! Is it worth it to pay for the person I like? Ye Qiu took a deep breath, and after seven years, the confession once again reached Song Jia's ears.

Song Jia was obviously flustered, her eyes kept fleeing, and she didn't dare to look at Ye Qiu.

"But I don't like you!" Soon, Song Jia calmed down and still rejected Ye Qiu as she did at the beginning.

Ye Qiu smiled bitterly: "Jiajia, you are still like this!" It's not worth it to wronged yourself so much for others! ”

Song Jia was silent.

"We all know the relationship between the two of us! I like you, you like me too, don't you? Don't fool yourself! Ye Qiu still didn't give up, lowered his head, and broke into Song Jia's hanging field of vision to look at him.

"You liked me more than Yaoyao, and you were the first I liked! You're the one who came first, aren't you? Don't deceive your heart, okay? ”

Song Jiajiao's body trembled, her eyes couldn't help but blur, remembering the scene when she met Ye Qiu for the first time on the train, and the bits and pieces with Ye Qiu later, the sweet feeling paralyzed the brain, and the feeling of happiness grew in her heart.

Ye Qiu couldn't suppress his feelings, in the dark bar, in the corner that no one cared about, the relationship that had been nurtured for nine years had faded the fig leaf and was naked in front of the other party, but it didn't seem to be as embarrassing as before.

Ye Qiu slowly raised his head and approached Song Jia's red lips, a fragrance penetrated into his nose, urging his hormones, and a love arrow called Cupid's Arrow passed through and shot into the hearts of the two.

Feeling Ye Qiu's hot masculine aura, Song Jia's blurred eyes slowly closed, and her red lips lightly opened, as if she was eager for Ye Qiu's offensive.

Encouraged by this, Ye Qiu no longer cowered, and his lips with the fragrance of wine were printed with Song Jia's moving crystal red lips, and he stood still.

A few seconds later, Ye Qiu parted a little, and found that Song Jia's eyes were still tightly closed, and her slightly curled eyelashes trembled slightly, indicating the excitement in her heart.

Song Jia didn't object, Ye Qiu's heart was settled, and he covered Song Jia's red lips again, fiercely demanding, sucking the sweet and wine-scented liquid, and teasing Song Jia with his tongue roughly, making Song Jia's heart itch unbearably.

Song Jia clumsily responded to Ye Qiu's teasing, and the lilac tongue kept chasing Ye Qiu, playing with each other, you come and go.

Ye Qiu felt that the delicate body in his arms was getting hotter and hotter, and knowing that Song Jia was emotional, his hands slowly climbed onto Song Jia's crisp breasts, gently caressing this lovely baby.

"Ahh

Song Jia didn't know why, she suddenly woke up, accidentally bit Ye Qiu's tongue, pushed the other party away, her delicate blushing face tried her best to show that she was cold, but she still couldn't hide the charm after being emotional, and coldly dropped a sentence.

"I'm sorry, Ye Qiu! I still can't accept you! ”。