Ye Xuanmin was sitting in his studio, his eyes falling on the mobile phone on the table.
In the dark night, the screen emitted a faint blue light, which was spinning on the table due to vibration. It displayed an incoming call from Ye Changfa.
Although he was obviously his flesh and blood, he still coldly gave this phone number a cold name - Ye Changfa, not dad. Dad, this word was too far away. In his memory, he seemed to have never really loved his mother.
and yourself.
The memory drifts away.
In the dim hospital, the ceiling fan was spinning in the upper room of the ward, making a whistling sound.
The whole room was filled with the smell of cold and weak alcohol potion, which made even a normal person feel his body tense up unconsciously. A little boy lay on the hospital bed, grabbed the woman's hand, and said seriously: "Mom.
, you must get better... you must get better... you must get better..."
There were no other lines, just repeated over and over again, taking the trouble to prevent the woman on the hospital bed from hearing them.
As time passed, the little boy's voice changed its tone, became hoarse and low, and no longer sounded like a child at all.
"Mom, you must get better!"
I don’t know how many times the little boy said it. Maybe the woman’s illness got better, or maybe it was the little boy’s call that brought her back from the pain. The woman opened her eyes and looked at the little boy lightly. She stretched out her hand tremblingly.
, the little boy saw it and quickly held out his little hand: "Mom... you must get better and don't leave me alone, okay?"
The little boy didn't cry, but his eyes were full of pleading.
The woman nodded hard: "Okay, mom will be angry...you...won't be...alone!"
What she said was fragmented and incomplete. However, the little boy didn't care. He stroked the woman's face with his other hand: "Well, I will wait for my mother to get better, and then I will go home with Minmin!"
It is getting bigger and bigger. A home without my mother is just a cold place no matter how big it is. It is even colder and scary than this ward.
"Yeah." The woman's tears fell from the corners of her eyes.
His eyes were gently closed, and his breathing became weaker and weaker.
The little boy didn't know, but he was still holding his mother's hand, but he felt that it had become very cold. Only then did he feel deeply afraid. He kept rubbing his mother's hand with his little hand, all he did was hope that she could change again.
Gotta warm it up.
But, no matter what I do, it can't be heated up again.
Later, the man came and just glanced at her silently, with a cold and formulaic expression on his face, not even a trace of sadness.
The little boy didn't cry. He just watched his mother being sent to the cold morgue along with the sheets. She stood calmly in the crowd, neither crying nor making a fuss. It was so cold that even now that he smelled alcohol, his heart still felt.
There will be a dull pain.
The cell phone on the table didn't seem to be down and was still making calls.
Finally, Ye Xuanmin reached out and dialed the phone on the table.
"Xuanmin, why did you just answer my call now?" Ye Changfa's questioning voice came from the phone.
"What's the matter?" He said coldly, even more precious than a stranger.
"Why are you talking to me like this? Do you regard me as your father? Don't think that just because I have been following you, there is nothing you can do about it!" Ye Changfa's voice was cold.
"Just tell him!" Ye Changfa called him, something must have happened.
Otherwise, he does not regard him as his father. Ask yourself, does he regard himself as his son? He will only call him when something happens.
"Okay. Song Jiani, the daughter of the director of Dahua Electronics, is the wife I have chosen for you. Not only is she beautiful, she is also very capable. She will come back from studying in Switzerland soon. Marriage with Dahua Electronics will also be of great benefit to our Ye family.
The good thing...I've made an appointment for you!"
"I'm not interested." Ye Xuanmin said lightly.
"You haven't seen it, why do you say you're not interested?" Ye Changfa asked, suppressing his anger.
"I have never been interested in women who come to my door. If you think marriage would be good, you are single now, and it would be good for you to marry her." Ye Xuanmin deliberately used a sarcastic tone when he said this.
"You rebellious son!" Ye Changfa shouted: "It seems that I am too kind to you and regard my tolerance of you as indulgence. No matter how much you don't want to recognize me, you are also a member of the Ye family? This time,
Song Jiani, you must marry her. If you don't marry her, I will naturally find a way for you to marry her. Also, don't bring that kind of messy woman back to our Ye family, I, Ye Changfa, will never recognize her!"
Ye Xuanmin hung up the phone and turned off the phone.
He will never listen to Ye Changfa's manipulation. Is his tolerance regarded as indulgence? Tolerance? It's just to feed him, clothe him, and let servants take care of him. His affection for Sister Ping is deeper than that of his biological father.
.Also, the moment his mother left, his mother's pale face and his cold eyes were something he would never forget in his life.
On the other side, Ye Xuanmin's eyes became cold.
Since Yulan's death, he has never eliminated his hostility towards him. In fact, he felt guilty towards Yulan and Ye Xuanmin, but he never showed it for many things.
*In the thick darkness, a Boeing passenger plane slowly came over from Northern Europe.
The dazzling light draws a beautiful line in the dark sky. If you don't look carefully, others will just think it is a bright shooting star in the dark night.
After rushing in and running, after a long period of buffering, the plane stopped steadily.
The beautiful flight attendant played the voiceover in a sweet voice, and the passengers got off the plane one after another.
A pair of beautiful water eyes shone with a smart luster, and her small thin lips evoked a gentle smile. Her white and tender hands put the hat beside her on her head, stood up, and wore a fresh and elegant aqua blue dress.
The depiction of her long body is astonishing.
She walked off the plane carrying a small handbag.
Wherever she goes, she seems to be part of the beautiful scenery.
A few brave men and women took out their mobile phones and tried to secretly take photos of her.
When she saw it, she didn't yell or dodge, but just smiled softly at them, so that they could take pictures of the beautiful moment.
Those who were holding cell phones couldn't help but be shocked. They didn't expect that the person being secretly photographed would be so good-tempered.
"Wow...even if she is beautiful! She even has such a good temper!"
"Could he be a movie star?"
"I've never seen it before! It's much prettier than some movie stars!"
"..."
Song Jiani was very used to hearing such praise, but she just smiled gently and gently held the small handbag in her hand.