Knowing that Liu Yiling is an inkstone spirit, many problems are solved.

For example, what the boss said in the ward, hand over Gu Yan and spare her life.

He also misunderstood that the boss was too murderous, but he didn't expect that it was to let "her" exchange her body for the opportunity to live as Liu Yiling.

"Yan is the four treasures of the study, it is the spirit of righteousness, and the probability of doing evil is not high. Without the strength of the body, the strength is greatly reduced, and it will not kill people. What's more, the spirit chooses the master, and it is not without reason that it chooses Liu Yiling, or it is Liu Yiling's obsession with calligraphy that awakens it. ”

Wu Jiu is a rare seriousness, as if he is deliberately explaining Wu Ning.

"Since it is the spirit of righteousness, what is its purpose in occupying the body of the willow spirit?"

After listening to the boss's words, Wu Ning's sense of fear decreased, but he still had doubts.

"Naturally, it is to avenge the Lord."

The next sentence successfully hung his heart again: "She, she is a suicide, where is the enemy?" ”

The corners of Wu Jiu's mouth curled, and his smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes: "The person who destroyed her dream is not an enemy." ”

Wu Ning froze in place.

It is true that Liu Qinghui is old-fashioned and Mrs. Liu is tyrannical, but after all, they are Liu Yiling's relatives, so he can't watch Yan Ling use Liu Yiling's body to make waves.

Suddenly.

The scenery in front of him lost color in an instant, isolating him, and a familiar voice rang out to his ears again.

"The arrogant are disgraced, the cowardly deprived of life, the willful reap the consequences, and the brave find life. Are you satisfied with this result? ”

Wu Ning's heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, unable to breathe.

"Why don't you leave?" Wu Jiu walked out for a long time and found that there was no one around him.

Looking back, his handsome little clerk was standing in the sun with a sad face, and the beads of sweat on his forehead wet his broken bangs.

Wu Jiu's voice easily cut through the isolation, and the feeling that made Wu Ning desperate quickly faded like a tide, and the surrounding noise resounded.

"No, I'm not satisfied......" Wu Ning, who had regained his freedom, covered his chest and gasped.

"Say what?"

Wu Jiu frowned, what are you playing, there are too many plays, right?

Wu Ning didn't know how to explain the inexplicable voice, but there was a strong resistance in his heart.

After calming down the violent heartbeat, he resolutely said: "Boss, you wait for me for a while, and I'll come when I go." ”

When the words fell, Wu Ning pulled out his legs and ran to the hospital without looking back.

Wu Jiu looked at his back, his narrow black eyes flashed with an unknown light, this clerk seemed to be a little different from before.

……

Ward 1107. The atmosphere was stiff.

Mrs. Liu is no different from an ordinary woman, weak and vulnerable.

The two children treat themselves like strangers, which makes her desperate and overwhelmed.

When Wu Ning rushed in, he saw this kind of scene.

The first person to notice was Liu Yiling, who was whispering something to Liu Yize, and when she saw Wu Ning going and returning, she looked up at him vigilantly.

Liu Yize also turned around and frowned: "What else are you doing?" ”

Wu Ning crossed him and came directly to the hospital bed. Although he knew that the person in front of him was no longer a human being, and it was a species beyond the scope of his cognition, Liu Yiling's appearance was immature and young, which made people not afraid.

"I want to talk to you." Wu Ning plucked up the courage to say.

Liu Yiling looked behind him and didn't see Wu Jiu, so he put his mind at ease and said lightly: "What are you talking about?" ”

"I know you complain about Mrs. Liu," Wu Ning got straight to the point, "but she is always 'your' mother, and I hope you don't hurt her." ”

Liu Yiling's eyes showed disgust, although it flashed, but Wu Ning could see it clearly.

It seems that the boss didn't lie, and Yan Ling did have the idea of revenge for Liu Yiling.

"Mom? Did she do what a mom should do? "My sister is fine, my brother can't hold it back.

Liu Yize said coldly, "Everything you should do is done, this is our family matter, you can't help but take care of it too much." ”

Mrs. Liu clenched her fists in pain, and only today did she know that her children had such a deep grudge against her.

"Liu Yiling, you know that the person who deprives you of your hobbies is not Mrs. Liu, it is the ancestor of the Liu family, and it is unfair to push everything on her."

Liu Yiling raised her head faintly, her voice was no longer immature, cool and ethereal: "She is an accomplice, and she deserves it." ”

Wu Ning's heart was shocked, this was not Liu Yiling's voice, it was Yan Ling, it was angered.

He hurriedly spoke: "You are wrong, she is not an accomplice, she is just a victim." ”

The whites of Liu Yiling's eyes disappeared, his eyes became pitch black as ink, and his gaze stared at Wu Ning coldly and indifferently, staring at him so that his scalp was numb.

Mrs. Liu and Liu Yize, one sad and one confused, didn't notice it.

"Mrs. Liu is not capable of letting you do what you like, so she will pass on to you what she likes, hoping to make up for your shortcomings. You think she deliberately chose ballet to torment you, but in fact, ballet dancing is Mrs. Liu's dream, something she has always loved. If she is wrong, she is only wrong in imposing her own preferences on you, but that is not a sin! ”

Wu Ning saw that she was about to lose control, and he didn't dare to delay to finish speaking.

"Liu Yiling" stopped moving, his dark eyes showed signs of fading, and a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.

Liu Yize's hands trembled slightly, the old-fashioned and cold mother would like ballet, are you kidding?

"Why do you say that?"

Wu Ning took a deep breath: "Have you ever been to your mother's bedroom?" On her bookshelf there is a picture of a six or seven-year-old girl dancing ballet, smiling happily. ”

Liu Yize was stunned, obviously he had never been in, and neither was Liu Yiling.

"At first, I thought that Mrs. Liu loved her daughter more, so I only put a photo of my daughter and not my son, but later I learned that it couldn't be Liu Yiling."

He looked at Mrs. Liu, whose eyes were red, and said in a low voice,

"That's Mrs. Yoo from her childhood, it's a picture of herself. At that time, she was smiling so happily, I believe that she loved ballet from the bottom of her heart, just like Liu Yiling loved calligraphy. ”

A whimper overflowed from Mrs. Liu's covered mouth, and unlike the previous hysteria, the low and suppressed sobs were even more poignant.

"The remuneration that Boss Wu wants...... It's my dream. ”

Mrs. Liu finally spoke, but what she said was irrelevant, and the tears in her eyes finally fell, and she choked up:

"However, I have long lost my dream, from the day I married your father......"

She spoke in fits and starts.

Mrs. Liu was a ballerina in her youth and had a passionate and unrestrained personality, and during a performance, she met Yoo Shin-won, the father of Yoo Yize and Yoo Yi-ling.

Later, the two with very different personalities fell in love. But the Liu family values the family and can't accept Mrs. Liu's identity as an actor, so for love, she gave up the ballet she loved, and obeyed the Liu family's arrangement to enter Bowen Academy.

Since then, her every move, word and deed has slowly changed under the harsh criticism of the Liu family, until she has become today's Mrs. Liu.

"Before Xinyuan died, let me take care of Yize and Xiaoling and keep the status of the Liu family's big house...... I feel sorry for my children, but I want to think about their future...... I thought about letting them pursue their dreams when they grew up and took over the Liu family......"

Mrs. Liu's tears slipped down one after another, and finally she cried bitterly:

"I'm sorry for the new dollar, I'm sorry for my child...... I'm even more sorry for myself—"