Song Qingyu didn't speak, but Gu Bai could already tell from her look that the other party must know.

Gu Bai leaned on the body, his long legs bent slightly, and skipped this question: "How did you think of coming to Yalin Villa, didn't you hate it the most before." ”

He pulled his lips, "Song Qingyu, in fact, sometimes I'm quite curious, you watched him bounce in front of you for so many years but didn't move, what you thought in your heart is that there is such a loyal stupid dog who has been circling around him, and he has a special sense of superiority." ”

Gu Bai had wanted to say these things a long time ago.

Fu Wenzhou has tossed himself into the past three years, he knows better than anyone else, from Gu Bai's point of view, he naturally doesn't think about the hatred that Song Qingyu bears, he only cares about his brother.

The cold wind blew, and a few drops of snow fell from the sky and landed on Song Qingyu's shoulder.

It may seem like a long time, or maybe only a few seconds have passed.

Song Qingyu slowly raised her eyes: "I don't hate here, I don't hate Fu Wenzhou, I don't come because I don't want him to suffer unnecessary criticism." I'm not like you, my life was planned from the moment I was born, and my teacher said I had only five years left to live at most. ”

Her voice was soft, and the order of her speech was very slow: "Fu Wenzhou is not the same as you, you can change girlfriends at will, go to lovers at will, break up today, and find a new one tomorrow." He can't, he has only me in his world, and only me. ”

Gu Bai was silent, he knew that it was not Song Qingyu who was narcissistic, but calmly stated the facts.

Song Qingyu continued: "If I die, have you ever thought about what will happen to him? ”

Gu Bai was stunned, he really never thought about it, in his cognition, people can live without anyone, and this earth will not stop turning because of the lack of anyone.

But what about Fu Wenzhou?

He regards Song Qingyu as his life, and loves her like this, if Song Qingyu dies, what should he do?

Gu Bai suddenly remembered that Song Qingyu was seriously ill before, and he went to the deep mountains and wild forests to ask Buddha to get himself into hypothermia.

His eyebrows furrowed.

Song Qingyu smiled bitterly: "Gu Bai, he is only 21 years old, and he will only be 26 years old in five years." What do you want me to do to him at that time? With him? I want to ask you, do you think it is more painful to love and not be able to lose, or is it more painful to get it and then lose it, and the despair of being separated from heaven and man forever? ”

Gu Bai was completely speechless.

Love but not maybe only hate, hate can support a person to live.

And after gaining and losing, watching the person he loves the most die in front of his eyes, Fu Wenzhou can't live.

Gu Bai opened his mouth, and the cold wind poured into his throat, making his voice a little hoarse: "Then now, why did you agree to be with him again." ”

Song Qingyu smiled: "Has Master Yunfang found it?" ”

Gu Baileng paused, and suddenly understood.

I didn't say yes because there was no hope, but then I said yes because I saw hope.

Even if this hope is extremely slim, she is willing to give it a try with Fu Wenzhou.

What if?

What if you find Master Yunfang?

What if she is sick?

Gu Bai had some mixed feelings in his heart, he didn't mean anything else, but these words had been held in his heart for too long, and he couldn't get over this hurdle if he didn't say it, and if he said it, Song Qingyu explained, and it was nothing.

Gu Bai looked at Song Qingyu's pale and fragile face, and suddenly felt a little unbearable to tell her.

He was afraid that Fu Wenzhou would go crazy and couldn't bear it, so he wanted to communicate with Song Qingyu directly, but now, his throat was dry and he couldn't say a word.

When Song Qingyu saw his look, his eyes darkened, and his voice was cold: "If you don't find it, you're still dead." ”

Gu Bai was silent for a long time before he spoke again, not knowing if it was too cold or what, his throat was slightly bitter: "I found his tombstone." ”

Song Qingyu was a little stunned, her eyes were a little confused, and it took a long time for those black pupils to slowly regain focus.

Oh, God won't give her privileges.

It took a long time for Song Qingyu to find her voice, as if it was a little cold, her shoulders trembled, and said, "Don't tell Fu Wenzhou." ”

"Hmm." Gu Bai agreed, and before Song Qingyu entered the house, he stopped her: "Yun Fang's tombstone is overseas, I don't know who erected it, I just learned the news, I will go to see it in person tomorrow." ”

Song Qingyu's back stiffened slightly, her fingers on the door tightened, and she whispered, "Thank you." ”

"Yuzu, it's been eleven minutes."

The door was closed, and Gu Bai heard Fu Wenzhou's deep voice coming from inside, a bit like a dog and its owner coquettish.

Gu Bai was slightly stunned, looked up at the gray sky, and cursed in a low voice: "Cao, you'd better bless Yun Fang from dying." ”

A cold wind blew in my ears, and clusters of snowflakes flew down, as if countless torn cotton rolled down from the sky.

Under this heavy and deep sky, the winter snow flying in the sky does not know if it is a harbinger of hope for the coming spring.

Inside the house, Song Qingyu took off her coat and pushed Fu Wenzhou inside.

Song often cooks in the kitchen, the maid cleans the room, and the porridge nests in Fu Wenzhou's arms, everything looks calm and beautiful.

I don't know when a crack opened in the window, and the cold north wind came in through the gap, and the cold Song Qingyu shivered.

Seeing this, Fu Wenzhou immediately controlled the wheelchair and went to the window to close the window. Song Qingyu took a step ahead of him and stepped forward to close the window.

"What did Gu Bai tell you?" Fu Wenzhou asked in a low voice.

Song Qingyu pushed him, "Say that you are naïve and arrogant, have a bad temper, and are very clingy, let me take care of you more." ”

Fu Wenzhou: "......"

He was silent for a long time: "That's all? ”

"Or else?" Song Qingyu asked in a relaxed tone: "Fu Wenzhou, your stinky problems really have to be changed." ”

Fu Wenzhou believed it, and then complained: "I'm with you, you only call me by my name every day, why didn't you give me a nickname." ”

Song Qingyu said: "You want to hear what I call you." ”

Fu Wenzhou saw some discussions, and immediately climbed up the pole: "I want to hear you call me baby." He remembered that Xu Zezhan's girlfriend was called Xu Zezhan like that.

Song Qingyu smiled, and her cold eyebrows also unfolded, as if the snow water of the whole season had melted into her eyes.