MTL - Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer-Chapter 670 Meet father and daughter

Although Shao Yichen was over forty years old, the two uncles had already turned gray early, but they still maintained their good looks when they were young. Even though he is now in a wheelchair and becomes a weak patient, his eyebrows are still very heavy The nobility is lazy and flashy.

This is a man who has been forgotten by the years. The scorching Demon Hua, the more beautiful the precipitation, the more beautiful he can live easily.

The coldness that always carried between his eyebrows was exactly the same as Song Ye's.

If Song Ye inherited her mother's seven-point appearance, then she inherited the very temperament of Shao Yichen. Everything that came out of his bones looked like him.

"I need some time for your illness. Before that, I hope you can stay in the delivery room and stop going up. Can you agree to this request?" Shao Yichen spoke with her in a nearly pleading tone. As said, a pair of peach blossom eyes are full of mildness, sparkling like water.

"Yes." Song Ye nodded, without asking why, and how long it took. From the moment she was recognized by the other party, she had lost her bargaining position. Although force may solve the problem, she will not make this choice until she can't help it.

She gave a deadline in her mind and then made concessions.

In essence, she is not a clever person.

After the final purpose was frank, and she got an affirmative answer from the other side, she had no other things to tell the other side.

The scene fell silent for a while.

Shao Yichen's body seemed to be really bad. He coughed intermittently, and he huddled softly. Although he didn't speak loudly, he could hear that he was enduring the pain.

Dr. Pang stepped forward to give him a needle, the technique was clean and neat, and there was no need for any other help between procedures.

Obviously when he was down the mountain, the reason why he wanted Song Ye to go with him must be to see the similarities between her and Shao Yichen.

Although Song Ye has put on makeup and changed his appearance, Dr. Pang has been treating Shao Yichen for more than ten years. He has long been familiar with his facial features, and at first glance he has doubts about Song Ye's temperament.

The words that were to be spoken and stopped behind were also verified at this moment.

Unfortunately, he didn't see the scene where the father and the daughter recognized each other with headaches and tears, and looked at each other with tears and eyes, as if expected.

The loneliness and solitude at the end of the scene made him look sad as an outsider and wanted to say something, but also knew that he was not qualified.

Shao Yichen seems to be mild and chronically ill. He can be used as the soul to support the Shao family to stand up in the seven major families. His means and nature have never been surpassed by ordinary people.

After finishing the needle, Shao Yichen asked Dr. Pang to stay and adjust his body.

The latter listened, sighed, but nodded.

After all things were over, Song Yeming's face as the subordinate of the communication room only came in temporarily as a physician's assistant. Dr. Pang left, and naturally she couldn't stay any more.

Shao Yichen did not mention acknowledging his ancestors and returning her ancestors, and she did not ask for her name.

An eighteen-year father and daughter reunited in tears that should have been violent, tears. No, for Song Ye, this time lasted more than thirty years.

But everything that should have been the climax has become boring boiled water. Even as Song Ye's footsteps leave, this period is about to be drawn.

As he approached the door, Shao Yichen's voice came hoarsely from behind him, "You don't want to ask me anything?"

In fact, there are many things that can be asked between father and daughter when they meet again for the first time in eighteen years.

Regarding the abandonment of eighteen years ago, I didn't hear it eighteen years ago, the identity of the biological mother, the cause of the disease, her relationship with the two Ye Shao ... there can be many questions in depth, and each one is enough to say A dull blow to the father who was born unsupported, and he was clearly ready to take it all.

But Song Ye didn't ask any question, not because he didn't want to hurt, but felt that ...

"No need." Her answer was so concise that people couldn't find anything to answer. She hadn't thought about what she had from the beginning, and she wouldn't expect it now.

This is the clearest relationship between her and Shao Yichen.

Shao Yichen's voice went silent again, the dim light in the room was obscure, like a silent oil painting.

When Song Ye thought he was dead, Shao Yichen made a final request, "I heard that your calligraphy is very well written. Can you finish it for me, please? For a few days, I can no longer write. "

In the process of applying acupuncture, although Shao Yichen did not change his face, Song Ye noticed his weakness.

I never thought that I couldn't even lift a pen.

Song Ye's fingertips twitched slightly, staring at the ring buckle on the door with a lip corner, half a moment before turning and stepping to the desk.

The pen is dipped in ink, and the letter is written into a book. The slender girl is standing in front of the table, her back is stretched straight, and the arc of her mouth is sharp, and the crazy handwriting between the wrist movements falls on the paper. That handwriting is exactly the same as before.

Stroke to the last stroke, she paused, penetrating the paper back.

"... Thank you." After a long silence, Shao Yichen spoke again, as if the two words were heavy, pressed against the throat, spit out with great difficulty, with obscurity and sorrow.

"Yeah." Song Ye set aside his wolf, and half of his lowered face was buried in the darkness.

After the book case, the two stood one by one, no more than a fist away, and they even had a dry breath on each other. Ironically, they were strangers they met on the first day.

Until the figure of Song Ye disappeared outside the door, Shao Yichen's sight still fell on a wild grass in front of him.

He already knew Song Ye's calligraphy, and he was also good at crazy grass, but he didn't know that Song Ye's writing would be like his own imagination. He originally wanted to make an excuse to get closer to her and stay with her for another second.

He looked at the last piece of the article like this. The pen and ink were thick and penetrated through five or six layers of rice paper. The ink stain was like tears, soaked into his heart, and accused him silently. Actually, the girl did not As indifferent as imagined.

The trembling hands slowly picked up the dried ink paper, and the man suddenly fell on the back of the chair, closed his eyes fiercely, and silent tears wet the double creases along the gap of the eyes ...

Song Ye walked to the door of the main house and went back to look at the Manjushahua in the whole courtyard. The emotions in his eyes seemed thicker and darker.

This inconvenient man guards this piece of death flower leading to hell, whether it comes from his own redemption or punishment ...