Last time, he was guarding Du Jingchen, and he read Chen Yue in his mouth. This time it was guarding Chen Yue, and she was reading Tong Ranli in her mouth.

None of the people he cared about were pronounced by his name, but he caused all their injuries.

Song Yao suddenly became addicted to smoking, withdrew his hand, and planned to get up and go out to smoke a cigarette, but the moment he got up, the person behind him grabbed the hem of his coat.

"Song Yao......" Chen Yue called his name dimly.

Song Yao was stunned when he heard this, then hurriedly turned around and held her hand, and sat down again.

He wanted to hear what she would say, whether she loved him or scolded him.

Of course, he hoped for the latter.

But from beginning to end, Chen Yue just repeated his name over and over again.

"Song Yao......"

I don't know how many times, tears suddenly overflowed from the corners of Chen Yue's eyes, flowing down her cheeks and into her ears.

It's like seeing something bad in a dream.

These tears were like a sharp blade, slashing Song Yao's heart with a thousand knives, and the pain was almost suffocating.

Song Yao didn't know whether he should wake her up, because she seemed to have a nightmare, but the person who dreamed was him.

In the end, he still woke her up, because he felt that Chen Yue should not want to dream of him.

"You have a nightmare...... Looking at her blank but tearful eyes, Song Yao unconsciously explained.

"Did I say anything?" Chen Yue's heart tightened, and she hurriedly asked.

"You said you hated me." Song Yao replied almost without hesitation.

Hearing this, Chen Yue sighed in her heart, then lowered her eyes, pursed her lips, paused for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I dreamed that you lost your son......"

Hearing this, Song Yao's heart seemed to be tightly held by someone, squeezing wildly, painful and stuffy.

Is that why you don't want me to buy a hot water bottle? But girl...... That's why I want to buy it for you...... I shouldn't have lost it, I shouldn't have left you.

"I'm sorry." In the end, he could only spit out these three words.

"Song Yao, I don't want the person I carefully protect to always apologize to me."

Song Yao chuckled, raised his eyes to look at Chen Yue dejectedly, and said painfully: "Chen Yue, you don't have to protect me, if you really want me to be good, just scold me and make me happy." ”

"Silly B."

"That's not how to scold." Song Yao smiled lightly when he heard this, and corrected her gently, "You want to call me a psychopath, a burden, a murderer, a pervert, a murderer, ......."

Those scenes kept coming to Song Yao's mind.

His father fell down with him on the roller coaster, but he held him in his arms.

His mother imprisoned him and tortured him day and night, telling him that these were the things he deserved as a wretched spirit.

Grandpa's blood flowed down the fruit knife to his hand, but it still comforted him, it's okay.

……

There were too many sins and tortures, and he seemed to have lost his mind, and his mouth was full of infamy, like a perpetual motion machine, with no sign of stopping.

"Song Yao, Song Yao, Song Yao! Don't think about it, don't talk about it, don't say it! Chen Yue didn't know where he had heard these vicious infamy, nor did he know what painful experiences he had.

How can I comfort him? She could only lean over and hug him tightly, and comforted him with a crying voice: "Song Yao, although you are a little ruffian, you are very gentle and kind, you don't know how good and likable you are, and how many people want to get close to you." ”

"The Song Yao I know, he is like a little Tibetan mastiff, innocent and kind, harmless to humans and animals. When you laugh, you will show two tiger teeth, which is very cute. He's not a psychopath, he's not a burden, he's not a preacher, he's just my little locomotive Thomas. ”

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