Ye Mo thought that Song Yingzhu also rented a house not far from the middle school. But when the taxi driver drove the car to the suburbs, Ye Mo realized that the place where his daughter went to school and where he lived was actually so far away. But he quickly
Then we understood what was going on. With Song Yingzhu's economic conditions, he could never afford to rent a house in the city.
He didn't even dare to use his spiritual consciousness to find Song Yingzhu. He didn't know what was happening to Song Yingzhu now.
After getting off the car, Yimo pulled Ye Mo to the door of a private house. Ye Mo was stunned for a moment. A woman with white hair was struggling to carry a bucket of water. She seemed to be carrying the water to the stove.
On the edge of the stage. But her steps showed that she was not strong enough to keep up, and water kept splashing on the ground.
Is this Song Yingzhu? The cold beauty from back then? Ye Mo suddenly felt even more sad and guilty. If it weren't for the vaguely pretty and familiar face of this white-haired woman, and if it weren't for her indelible and indelible pride, Ye Mo would even
I have to wonder if the frail woman in front of me is the Song Yingzhu of the past.
The woman who was in the early stage of the Xuan level is now not even the Yellow level, and she still has internal injuries that have not healed.
The beautiful girl who was the pride of heaven back then is now with silvery white hair, rough hands and sloppy steps.
But she is still only in her thirties.
The reason why Song Yingzhu became like this, Ye Mo knew, it was entirely because of him. If she hadn't raised her daughter Yimo, how could she have been so miserable? And Ye Mo also knew that there might be another reason why she was like this.
There is a sense of guilt and self-blame in it.
Ye Mo is her enemy of the Song family, but she gave birth to a daughter for her enemy. Even though she knew that the Song family had long forgotten her, there was still a wall in her heart. She secretly hid here and allowed herself
She tortured herself with wounds and was unwilling to tell others who she once was.
Perhaps when she left Luo Yue to raise Yi Mo, she had already had the desire to die. The only thing she cared about was her daughter Yi Mo.
"mom……"
Yimo's shout woke up Song Yingzhu who was carrying water. She looked up in surprise. Ye Mo's face came into her eyes.
With a "bang" sound, the wooden bucket in Song Yingzhu's hand fell to the ground and fell over, with water splashing everywhere. Soon the water began to flow inside the house.
She was stunned. The figures of Ye Mo and Yimo walking toward her, holding hands in front of her eyes, became increasingly blurry. She seemed to have seen such a scene countless times in her dreams. But now when it really appeared, it gave her
An extreme unreality.
"I'm sorry, Yingzhu, I'm thirteen years late..." Ye Mo's voice sounded in Song Yingzhu's ears.
Song Yingzhu suddenly felt that her eyes were getting blurry. She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. This time it was not a dream, it was real. Ye Mo was really here.
She breathed a sigh of relief and finally felt relieved. Yimo finally found her father, and she could feel at ease in the future. She kept describing her father to Yimo every time, and she kept talking about Ye Mo every time.
.Every time she said that her father would suddenly appear, it was just for this day. The shadow of her father has long been left in Yimo's heart. Now it seems that her hard work has not been in vain. Yimo and her father seem to have been together since childhood.
We are generally affectionate together.
Song Yingzhu's lips trembled, but she still didn't say anything.
"Mom, what's wrong with you? Dad is back." Yimo looked at her mother and seemed to have something wrong, so she subconsciously added something.
Song Yingzhu finally smiled, and her expression returned to normal, "Yi Mo, you have to listen to dad in the future."
After saying that, Song Yingzhu finally looked at Ye Mo and said in a trembling voice, "The water splashed on me. I'm going to change clothes."
"Dad, mom, she..." Even Yimo felt that her mother seemed a little strange. Normally, her mother would always keep telling her about her father, but today her father came back. Why didn't her mother have much to say? And the meeting was also difficult.
There was no excitement as she imagined.
In her heart, the relationship between mother and father is very good, but why do they not seem to look alike when she sees them?
Ye Mo looked guiltily as Song Yingzhu walked into the room and closed the door. When she took off her clothes and started changing, he withdrew his consciousness.
"Dad, I'm going to cook. Just let me clean the kitchen." Yimo saw that there seemed to be something wrong between her father and mother. She took the initiative to say these words just to let her father spend more time alone with her mother.
a while.
Of course Ye Mo knew his daughter's thoughts. He touched Yimo's hair and said softly: "Okay."
…
Song Yingzhu put on a set of clothes from that year and looked again and again in front of the mirror.
After a long while, she sighed and said: "You are still the same as before, I am already old...I feel relieved when Yimo finds you..."
After saying that, she took out a dagger from under the bed, rubbed her eyes in the mirror, and thrust it into her throat without hesitation.
Song Yingzhu is also a proud woman. She doesn't want her man to see her gray hair, and she doesn't want to expose herself to him like this.
She knew that he had two wives who were as beautiful as gods, and she also knew that the woman he liked was not her. She also knew that he was able to find Yimo not because she came here on purpose, but by accident.
Her pride is that she will not let her appearance be exposed in front of his beautiful wife, and her pride is that she does not want her appearance to put him in a dilemma.
She is Song Yingzhu. Song Yingzhu was also a proud and beautiful woman at the beginning, and she is still a proud woman now. The hardships of the years can take away her youth, but they cannot take away her inner pride and nobility.
Her love does not require pity or charity. When Yimo has a destination, she no longer cares.
Although the dagger in Song Yingzhu's hand was very sharp, it did not penetrate her throat. He grabbed her dagger with one hand.
There was blood flowing from the dagger, and Ye Mo had no luck to prevent himself from being injured. He felt that he owed Song Yingzhu, and it was only natural that she should shed some blood for her.
"Yingzhu, you are stupid. Since we have met again, it is our destiny. Why is it like this?" Ye Mo's tone was a little low, and he felt very uncomfortable. He understood Song Yingzhu's thoughts, but he didn't know
How should he comfort her? He could easily restore Song Yingzhu's appearance to his former appearance, but the trauma of more than ten years in the middle could not be made up for by just a superficial look.
"Ah, how is your hand?" Song Yingzhu grabbed Ye Mo's hand. When the blood flowed from Ye Mo's hand, she had forgotten her pride. The next moment, she just wanted to find something to bandage Ye Mo.
stand up.
At this moment, she completely forgot who Ye Mo was. How could she do anything to him with this minor injury? It seemed that Ye Mo's injury was more serious than what she had just done. Because Yi Mo would follow her father in the future, and her father was
Can't be hurt.
As Ye Mo's Qi circulated, the small wounds on his hands healed quickly. He stretched out his arms to hold Song Yingzhu into his arms, and slowly began to gather her white hair.
Song Yingzhu stiffened for a moment, and an indescribable sadness rose from the bottom of her heart. For more than ten years, she had no relatives except Yimo. For more than ten years, she had been wandering around various places. She had no home. For more than ten years, she had thought countless times that she could rely on her.
In his arms, today actually became real.
She cried. At this moment, she felt that her mind was as fragile as a child. At this moment, she understood that in front of him, pride was just a layer of pain deep in her heart.
The hesitation she felt when she hurriedly left his wedding venue with a crying Yimo more than ten years ago has disappeared without a trace at this moment. It seems that as long as he comes, those grievances can melt away.
She has never been in love, and she doesn't know if it is love, but when he pushed her out of the tomb that was about to explode, she had already remembered his shadow. At that time, she no longer had hatred. She still remembered that she deserved it.
When she knew that Ye Mo was fine, she felt joy from the bottom of her heart.
When she learned that she already had Yimo, his shadow became clearer and clearer in her heart, and in the end there was no way to erase it. Although the scene in the tent under the snow-capped mountains was very shy, and although she had no way to control it,
But when she had Yi Mo, she no longer regretted it, and even thought about it often.
It's a pity that there are too few stories between her and him, and she has no way of telling her daughter much about what happened between them.
"Ye Mo, I'm not worthy of you anymore, I'm already old..." Song Yingzhu groaned deep in her heart, but she had no way to say it out. She didn't want to leave her daughter, nor did she want to leave Ye Mo.
"You are not old." Ye Mo said slowly as if he could understand her inner voice.
Ye Mo's voice was right next to his ears, deep and deep, "That year, I just came here. In order to find a medicinal material, I went to the Taklimakan Desert. That night, I stood alone on Lop Nur deep in the desert. I thought
I remember a story I saw in the library, that story is called 'Tears Like Milan, White Hair and Silver Sand'. After I thought of this story, I stood there for a long time."
Song Yingzhu seemed to be attracted by Ye Mo's words. Her trembling gradually calmed down, but her arms around Ye Mo tightened. She didn't understand what Ye Mo meant by just arriving here, and she didn't understand why he dared to go to Lop Nur alone.
.
"Milan missed Rob Nur. Overnight, her hair turned white, her tears turned into rivers, and her white hair turned into silver sand. For Milan, at least Rob Nur still knew that Milan was missing him. But I, actually
I had no idea that there was a woman in this world with my daughter who was thinking about me. Her hair turned into silver sand, but I had no idea..."
Ye Mo's voice was low and full of guilt. He was a human being and acted with his heart in mind. He felt really guilty towards Song Yingzhu. He grabbed Song Yingzhu's rough hand and expressed his feelings for the first time.
"Ye Mo..." Song Yingzhu could no longer restrain his inner thoughts, and Ye Mo's chest was already wet with tears.
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