"Hehe......" The sneer on the corner of Chu Luo's mouth overflowed, "Brother Yin, do you believe me?"

Song Yin frowned and didn't answer.

Chu Luo already has the answer.

"I haven't done it." She emphasized again, "If you trust Song Yishen so much, I can't help it."

"Anyway, don't try to take me away."

She clenched her gun and tried to leave.

Seeing that Chu Luo was about to enter her team, Song Yi was so anxious that he shouted at him, "Song Yin!"

"What are you doing, Song Yin!"

"Go back."

Song Yishen was stunned when he heard this, and thought that he had heard it wrong, and looked back with a look of surprise in his eyes: "What did you say?"

Song Yin met his eyes, "Go back."

Song Yishen couldn't believe it, Song Yin had been decadent for so long after Chu Qiao's death, and now he actually helped her?

"I'm really sorry for Qiaoqiao...... Song Yishen clenched his back molars, eager to break Chu Luo's body into thousands of pieces.

"Now is not the time......" Song Yin asked in a calm voice, his face solemn.

"Luo Luo, I'll give you time to think clearly," Song Yin stopped Chu Luo, "But this is definitely not forgiveness, I can bring someone to encircle and suppress your family at any time, but I really don't want to see the place where you and your sister once lived...... It has become a battlefield full of gunfire."

"Let's go."

Song Yin saw that Song Yishen was not moving, and shouted again: "Come back!"

Song Yishen knew that he couldn't resist him, so he pointed at him angrily, and turned around and left violently.

didn't wait for Song Yin to come over, and drove away.

Song Yin closed his eyes in pain, pinched the mountain root and waved his hand behind him, letting those people withdraw together.

It's not that he doesn't want to move Chu Luo, it's not evenly matched tonight, and whoever loses and who wins is really not necessarily said when the time comes.

If there is a misunderstanding, the bullet does not have eyes.

After going back, Song Yishen wanted to close the door fiercely, but subconsciously thought of the girl who was already asleep, and the strength in his hand was suddenly retracted, protected the door, and closed it gently.

Song Yin, who was watching all this outside the hospital, had an unknown deep meaning in his eyes, and he stopped standing in place with his head down for a long time.

There is almost no need to sleep today, the sky is already gray, the sky is also white, and the earth is waiting for the first rays of morning light.

Song Yin took a shower, leaned on the side of the bed and lit a cigarette, his hazy face was softened by the orange light, and his facial features were not so sharp.

A thick mist overflowed from between his lips, wisps of light, as if he was in a virtual realm.

"Pretty ...... What should I do......" He raised his hand and flicked the ashes of his cigarette, his gaze casually falling to his hand.

All he thought about was the time he spent with Chu Qiao, and the nerves at his temples were beating uncontrollably, pulling tightly on a thread.

He rubbed it with a headache, but it couldn't relieve the pain, Song Yin walked to the wine cabinet with a cigarette in his mouth, and opened a bottle of wine without hesitation.

The wine evaporated quickly, and I don't know if it was because people were drunk or too preoccupied, Song Yin was confused without taking a few sips.

Lying on the table and swaying, looking at the window, as if he saw Chu Qiao.

"Pretty ......" Song Yin stretched out his hand to hug him, "You're here......

"You're finally willing to show up......

The corners of Song Yin's eyes moistened, and he sniffed, "It turns out that you haven't come to my dream for so long, you are blaming me for not knowing anything...... So, now I can see you......

"Your death was Chu Luo's doing, right?" Song Yin was heartbroken and sobbed, "I'm sorry...... I don't know until now...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry for your pretty ......."

The girl in front of her loomed, and Song Yin couldn't grasp or hold it.

"Pretty guys, what do you think I'm going to do with your sister......

"If she dies, there will be no one in this world who is related to you by blood......

No, there's another one.

In a trance, Song Yin seemed to see the girl in front of him answering his words.

"Pretty guy, is there anything you want to tell me?" Song Yin looked earnestly at somewhere, but in fact there was nothing.

He was crazy with his thoughts, and he hallucinated.

Song Yin grabbed the corner of the table tightly, trying to stand up and walk over on his own, but he couldn't resist the fatigue of his body, so he tried it and fell to the ground.

The coolness of the floor made him sober up a little, there was nothing in front of him, it was still empty in his memory.

Song Yin smiled bitterly, the bitterness in his heart quickly spread to his mouth, and his eyes were also very sore.

"It's okay to give me a dream," Song Yin struggled to climb onto the bed, looked at the ceiling and sighed deeply, "Tell me, what should I do now...... Tell me ......."

He fell into a deep sleep, the yellowed memories in his mind gradually became vivid, and the girl in front of him also greeted him vividly.

"Ah Yin!" The girl threw herself into his arms, hung on him like a koala, and put her arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely.

Seeing Song Yin's sluggish face, she pinched him, "What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?"

Song Yin nodded and hugged the girl in his arms, "Happy."

After all these years, you are finally willing to come to my dream......

It's not so much that she is willing to come to her dream, but that Song Yin dares to face it and is willing to open her heart.

He wanted to smell something familiar, but he couldn't.

"Ah Yin, I'll give birth to a baby for you!" The girl whispered in his ear.

Song Yin was stunned, and felt a chill in the next second.

He didn't want to admit that he didn't cover the quilt and woke up from the cold.

Song Yin frowned with a headache, closed his eyes and desperately recalled the scene in his dream, wanting to dream again.

After tossing and turning for a long time, his breath gradually changed from calm to impatient and impatient.

A deep furrow furrowed between his eyebrows, and his lips squirmed as if he had said something dirty.

The first rays of morning light from the sky entered the room, and his balcony was facing the newborn sun, the curtains were not closed, and the traffic in the distance could be seen very clearly.

He sat up decadently, let out a long breath, and when he opened his eyes again, the wet lubrication from the corners of his eyes fell to the corners of his mouth.

Song Yin changed into white and flawless clothes and appeared in front of Chu Qiao's tomb with a bouquet of flowers.

"Every year I come, but you never say a word to me." Song Yin stood alone in front of the tomb and whispered to himself.

The fog in the cemetery had not yet cleared in the early morning, and the photographs in front of each tombstone seemed hazy.

Song Yin leaned over, gently patted the dust off her photo, and slowly rubbed her fingertips on the photo.

The gray photo will never fade, but her smile is deeply engraved in Song Yin's heart.

Looking at Chu Qiao without such a color, he felt unaccustomed.

"You always said that if you die, you have to make your photos colorful, and even if you die, you have to be beautiful and happy......

"I've got to say sorry to you, I didn't make good on that promise."

"I don't want to see you smiling so happily on the tombstone," Song Yin tugged at the corners of his mouth, "and left without saying a word...... Do you want me to keep my promise?"

No way.

He stared at Chu Qiao's eyes and hid a lot, and he was heavily pressed under all the turbulent waves, and tried his best to endure it.

"Jingle Bell ......"

Song Yin looked down at the notes on the screen and hung up.

After a few seconds, he called again, with a slight surprise in his eyes, and then picked up: "What's the matter?"

"Help me find the best obstetrician and gynecologist in the world, it has to be the best."

Song Yin's brows furrowed slightly, "Okay, I'll send a notice in Impal this time."

He paused, thought of something and asked, "Xi Mingyue woke up?"

"No, it's just that her eyes are open, and the doctor predicts that there is still a lot of danger when she gives birth with the help of machinery, so she must be prepared

of preparations."

Song Yin: "Your health is not good, you should also pay more attention to rest, Xi Mingyue's affairs...... Do your best and let God do your best."

There was no response on the other end of the phone, and it took a while to say "um" and hang up the phone.

Song Yin looked at the time, Hua Guo was two o'clock in the morning, and the depth of his eyes was a little more.

He packed his mobile phone and was about to leave, when a woman walked by with a little boy in front of him, the woman glanced at Song Yin suspiciously, and didn't pay much attention to it.

"When I get to my mother, I want to tell you everything you studied yesterday, do you know?"

"Got it, grandma!"

"Mom, I'm here again!"

"Mom, Yanyan is going to kindergarten today!"

"Grandma, mom would be happy to see it in the sky, wouldn't she?"

The woman crouched in front of the boy, "Yes, your mother will be happy."

Song Yin sighed softly listening to the conversation of the person behind him, thinking of Chu Qiao's sentence in his dream to give him a child, his heart was sour, as if he was avoiding something, and walked away quickly.

The boy's eyes are like those of his mother, between the eyes of a fox and the eyes of a phoenix, slightly narrower, and his eyes are sparkling, and they do not move.

The lips are very thin, the lips are slightly white, they look a little haggard, and the facial features on the delicate little face are like knife carvings, kneeling in front of Chu Qiao, with a serious expression.

The woman carefully wiped the beautiful photo, and her well-maintained face could not tell her real age.

"Grandma, did the uncle put this flower here just now? Does he know his mother, too?"

"He'......" the woman frowned in confusion, "Grandma doesn't know who he is."

"Maybe it's your dad, who looks like you."

"Like?" The boy stroked his face, as if exploring uncharted territory: "Daddy......"

"Well," replied the woman nonchalantly, "they are all equally handsome and good-looking."

"Grandma, who is my father?"

This question has been confusing him for a long time, and today is not the first time it has been asked.

The woman didn't show any impatience, and looked thoughtful: "Grandma doesn't know, your mother left after giving birth to you, leaving you a lot of manpower and money for me to take care of you."

"I'm not your own grandmother either......" she caught a glimpse of the boy's lonely pout, and the woman smiled and took him in her arms, "but who made you so cute, well-behaved and sensible? I don't want to love it!"

"In this life, you are grandma's own grandson, and no one can change it!"

"Will grandma also abandon her words?" The boy asked, "Will you be like Mom and Dad, don't speak?"