Song Yi inevitably thought of some possibilities, she was silent for a while, and suddenly snatched the right to speak.

"Dad, are you sure I'm your daughter? Didn't get dropped? ”

Old Comrade Song was stunned by this question, and when he reacted, he directly knocked Song Yi on the forehead.

"Stinky girl, what kind of mess are you thinking? Have you put all your mind on this kind of thing all these years? ”

Looking at Comrade Song's flushed face, Song Yi, who understood that he was probably thinking about it, added: "I mean, can my mother be sure that I haven't been dropped?" Or did they really not do anything to her?

"Nope." Comrade Lao Song touched his daughter's braincase, "We have done a comprehensive examination for you, and we can be very sure that you don't have any problems." ”

Song Yi wanted to continue to ask, but Comrade Song's attitude was very resolute, he had already said what he should have said, and there were those things that should not be said, even his daughter couldn't pry his mouth open today.

"Dad, do you regret it?"

Do you regret it?

Of course I regret it.

I once regretted it more than anyone else.

If they hadn't chosen to embark on that path without hesitation, so many people would not have died, he might have been able to travel the world with his wife, maybe he could have given Song Yi a younger brother and sister, and his baby daughter would not have suffered such a threat.

But what's the use of regret?

Regret can't change the past, let alone the future.

"Yiyi, there is no regret medicine in this world, what we can do is to stand up from the mistakes of the past, look ahead, and avoid making the same mistakes again." Comrade Lao Song took a deep breath, "I can't do this, I hope you can do it." ”

"Yiyi, be selfish, don't always think about others, I'm afraid that you, like your mother, will lose your life one day in the future because of your kindness."

The topic became a little heavy, and Comrade Song wiped away his tears and quickly broke free from his sadness.

"Dad found a fun topic and we could discuss it together."

Song Yi watched her old father take out paper and pens from his briefcase, as well as a stack of manuscripts, and only felt that his head hurt.

When the old father was sorting out the order of the manuscript, Song Yi lay down silently and closed his eyes peacefully.

I don't watch, I don't listen, I don't speak, I sleep.

Good night.

As soon as Comrade Song looked up after sorting out the manuscript, he saw Song Yi with a serene expression as if he had been buried in the ground, he was not discouraged at all, and even his tone was excited.

"Yiyi, this topic is really interesting, trust me."

Don't listen or don't listen, Wang Ba recites the scriptures.

Song Yi originally just didn't want to pay attention to her old father, but she didn't expect to really fall asleep, and when she woke up again, it was already the next morning.

There was intermittent snoring next to the bed, and Song Yi turned his head sideways and saw that the old Comrade Song was paralyzed in his seat with Beijing, sleeping with his head on his back and drooling down.

Song Yi: "......"

Thanks to this, she is not like Comrade Song.

Thanks to my mother's excellent genes.

The door was opened, and Zhao Huaiming, who was carrying a thermos bucket, walked in, and as he walked over, Song Yi noticed that there was a chair on the other side of him.

"Woke up?"

Seeing Zhao Huaiming, Song Yi suddenly felt the grievance of the thief.

Damn, is there an old father in this world who is the same as Comrade Song? I actually took my daughter to hit a telephone pole!

His son-in-law is more reliable than him, I don't know how many times!

"What's wrong?" Zhao Huaiming noticed that Song Yi's eyes were slightly red, "Still uncomfortable?" ”

Song Yi said with a world-weary face: "Hug." ”

Zhao Huaiming: "......? ”