Bo Siyu smiled softly, "Yes." ”

“……”

"So, you're going to get sick, but you're going to get better one day, and I'm sure you'll come back one day."

Qiao Youxia looked at the red glow in the distance, his eyes dimmed.

She was becoming more and more silent now, sometimes for hours without saying a word, and those who didn't know thought she was dumb.

I do everything every day, but I just feel emotionless, as if I am living in my own world.

Bo Siyu's phone rang, it was Jiyingyuan looking for it, and he wanted to go there immediately.

"I'm going out now, shall I take you back to your room?"

Qiao Youxia shook his head, "I'll stay a little longer." ”

"Okay." Bo Siyu was not reluctant, and called Qiao Youxia's current personal servant to "take care of the second young grandmother." ”

"Yes."

Bo Siyu left in a hurry, Qiao Youxia looked at the front with sad eyes, and after a long time, he said to the servant, "Go get my drawing board." ”

The maid sighed and went to get Qiao Youxia's drawing board.

The second young grandmother started to paint again, and she would draw a pair every day, and it was a different second young master.

If the change is correct, her theme today must be the second young master again......

Sure enough, after the drawing board was brought over, Qiao Youxia drew a sketch of Bo Siyu leaving in a hurry.

He left in a hurry, the wind blowing the corners of his clothes, and the whole person walked in high spirits.

When the servant looked at it, he wept and secretly wiped away his tears.

It's so distressing, it's really distressing for them.

It's hard to be together, and now they have to face such a situation again.

Why do you do this to them...... Why can't they just be together......

Qiao Youxia was immersed in painting, and the silence seemed to be shrouded in layers of sadness.

One after another, one after another with different expressions, and different dresses, Bo Si Yu jumped on the paper.

There is the way he squints and smiles, there is the way he is angry, and there is the way he raises his eyebrows.

Qiao Youxia was drawing, the pencil fell to the ground, and he hid his face and cried.

The maid looked at her and shed tears, "Second young grandmother, don't be sad, you will be fine." ”

“……”

"You'll be with the second young master......"

The servant persuaded and persuaded and didn't know what to say, and felt that everything was pale and powerless.

She feels so desperate, how does the second young grandmother feel in her heart?

I don't dare to think about it, and I can't imagine it......

Qiao Youxia stood up and walked forward in a daze, and kept walking forward.

The servant took down her painting and trotted to follow, when suddenly several servants were talking beside a flower bush in front of her......

"The second young grandmother's body seems to be getting worse and worse." A maid sighed, "I heard from the doctor that day that I might not live for two years." ”

"......" was silent for a long time.

After a while, another servant said, "Actually, what do you think? The second young grandmother is sick, and the most pitiful thing is not the second young grandmother, but the second young master. ”

“…… Well. "There is a maid who echoed" The second young grandmother will die soon, seeing the young master like this, she must be martyred, hey......"

Everyone understands what this sentence means.

Qiao Youxia's eyes were also dim.

You see, everybody thinks it's a pity.

But as soon as he finished thinking about it, he heard another servant say, "But the poor place of the second young master is not here. ”

"Huh? What did you say? "Everyone was surprised.

The servant said firmly, "I said, the poor place of the second young master is not here. ”

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