The bodyguards downstairs received the news and rushed over.

The room was in a mess, Song Boyu hit the shelf, her arm was scratched by a sharp object, and the blood fell to the ground drop by drop, she covered her wounds and shouted in a panic.

"Song Yong, stop, are you going to kill someone?!"

Song Boyu stepped forward and wanted to pull Song Yong away, he desperately choked Chu Ying's neck, wanting to ask for her life, but there were big tears in his eyes, falling on her face.

He is the one who hurts, and he is the one who hurts.

The bodyguards rushed in, and several people rushed up to pull Song Yong away, and his breathing suddenly entered his nasal cavity, Chu Ying fell to the ground, covering his neck, bending over and coughing, his whole face was like congestion, alternating bruises.

Her ears were buzzing, her hearing was impaired, her voice was muffled, and her pupils were covered in mist.

The world was spinning in front of him, and the impression was Song Yong's questioning voice and the bulging green tendons on his forehead, and his face was fogged by the hazy vision, and he couldn't see clearly.

Chu Ying grabbed the floor with her fingernails and wanted to get up, Song Boyu walked up to her, took out a wad of money from her bag, and fell on her face from top to bottom, with a full expression in her voice, "Miss Chu, I really want to thank you this time."

Chu Ying propped up the floor, raised her head, tears will not fall, pear blossoms bring rain.

"I've never seen my brother look like this, it's rare." Song Boyu shook his mobile phone lightly, and it recorded the scene of Song Yong's madness and murder, which was a fatal blow to the arrogant and arrogant Song Yong.

Reputations are ruined.

Chu Ying shook her head and trembled to grab her phone, she was pinched and lost her strength.

Song Boyu leaned over to dodge, his condescending gaze showed disdain, "Don't be afraid, I'll take good care of your father's place, after all...... We're in the same boat."

There was a dull pain in her head, Chu Ying's waist was weak, her back was pressed against the floor, her eyes were empty, and she looked at the ceiling.

Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and buried in her hair.

This rental house seems to be spinning, the past is like sharp fragments, flashing in front of her one by one, those sweet, ambiguous, intertwined, every frame, for Chu Ying, is a boomerang, piercing her all over the body.

*

It has been raining in Linjiang for many days, and the residents' buildings are full of damp turquoise moss, and the houses are even more damp, and the clothes that were dried a few days ago are still wet.

Chu Ying stretched out her hand and wiped it, and her palms were sticky.

This is a change of clothes bought for Chu's father after surgery, and it has never been dried.

Chu Ying stood at the window, sighed softly, sat on the chair, looked at the cloudy weather, and was glad that Song Yong was not here, otherwise how could he live this kind of life.

Rather than spending time looking at each other, it is better to separate.

Spit out a puff of cigarette, the tip of her tongue was astringent, and before she knew it, she shed tears again, Chu Ying wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, took her bag, and went to the hospital.

Chu's father did not recover well after surgery, his face was as pale as paper, his voice was weak, it was difficult to eat, and he could only eat liquid food, Chu Ying sat on the chair next to the bed, held his hand, and gently trimmed his nails.

Without Song Yong, there is still a father.

As long as his father was by his side, Chu Ying was not disheartened, and blew lightly on Chu's father's fingers, he tried very hard to raise his eyelids, and his lips were dry and peeling.

Chu Ying dipped a cotton swab in water, moistened his lips, and asked in his ear, "Dad, what did you say?"

The physical illness was cured, but the mental illness did not recover, Father Chu paused word by word, and asked with difficulty, "Who are you, Yingying, why don't you come to see me?"

Chu Ying pulled her hair away, and showed her whole face to him, "Dad, I'm Yingying."

Father Chu rolled the cloudiness of his pupils, "You're not...... You're not."

He suddenly became excited, his breathing accelerated, and his breath didn't seem to come up, Chu Ying hurriedly called the nurse, and the attending doctor followed in.

It took half an hour for the situation to stabilize.

Chu Ying stood beside Chu's father's bed for a long time before leaving, and the moonlight fell on his vicissitudes of life, illuminating his wrinkles as deep as a ravine.

Growing old is a matter of moments.

It seems that yesterday, Chu Ying was still a five-year-old girl, and she remembered that she was abandoned at the train station, and the police sent her back to the village.

My father was still young and strong, and he held her little face in his big gentle palm, and asked her, "How is it alone, mother?"

The kind policeman behind the back said, "This mother didn't know how to do it, and she actually left the child alone at the station."

Chu Ying's eyes closed, and tears fell.

It was fate to be abandoned, she was used to it, but fortunately she still had her father by her side.

That night, Chu Ying was deeply trapped in a nightmare, and every person she cherished left her one by one, no matter how she cried and screamed, all she was left with was a resolute back.

When I was woken up by the ringing of my mobile phone, it was early in the morning.

It was a call from the hospital.

When she picked up the phone, Chu Ying shook her eyes, on October 29th, at five o'clock in the morning, she lost her father forever.

The sky was gray, accumulating a layer of rain and mist, and the crying sounded in the hospital, and through a door, the doctor stood outside the door and called Song Boyu.

Song Boyu sat up, his voice lazy, "What's the matter, it's so early in the morning."

"Miss Song...... The patient you asked me to see had a strong rejection reaction after the operation and passed away this morning."

The doctor blamed himself, "I'm sorry, I did my best."

"Wasn't the operation a success?"

"We didn't expect that."

It stands to reason that Song Boyu's goal has been achieved, and it has nothing to do with her what Chu Ying does, but pity emerges inappropriately, "You give Chu Ying more money, I am grateful to her."

Leaning on the sofa, Song Boyu fell asleep again, and after a while, she was woken up by the noise in the corridor, tidied up her collar, and she walked out.

The person in the corridor is Zhao Zhu, he is wearing a well-cut white shirt, with a black armband on his arm, his body is sturdy and broad, and Hu Ma is standing face to face with him, not knowing what he is talking about.

Song Boyu walked over, yawned and asked, "What are you talking about?"

Zhao Zhu's gaze swept very lightly, "It has nothing to do with you."

He turned to Mama Hu and said, "I know what you said, I will persuade him well."

After returning that time, Song Yong's body was very weak, the high fever did not go away, and he vomited blood at the worst time, and the resident doctor went to take care of his daily life twice a day.

Song Boyu followed behind Zhao and gently tugged on his cuffs, "Hey, why don't you talk to me yet?"

Zhao chased her away and walked forward silently.

"Zhao Zhu!"

The more she followed, the faster Zhao gradually adjusted, Song Boyu took a deep breath and stepped over to block him, "I really have something to tell you."

Zhao Zhu's eyebrows sharpened, "Do you think I will still believe you?"

"It's real this time." Song Boyu's expression was serious, "Chu Ying's father passed away this morning, you are going to see Song Ying, right, you can tell him."

「…… Why are you so vicious?" Zhao Zhu was only surprised for a moment, and then reacted, "Song Yong's body is so weak, tell him, is it so angry with him?"

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