"Xiaoyu, you're awake, you scared me to death." The soul boy looked at Ye Yu with tears in his eyes, his black braid hanging in front of his shoulders. The soul boy grabbed a corner of the brocade quilt and saw that Ye Yu was haggard and weak, and his heart was twitching.
It was difficult for him to describe this feeling. Whenever he thought that Ye Yu would die soon, the soul boy would feel very sad, breathless, and his life seemed to have been taken away.
The soul boy held Ye Yu's hand tightly, fearing that if he let go, Ye Yu would disappear.
The soul boy stared at the watery nightmare, holding his breath to prevent tears from flowing out. Bitterness spread in his eyes. The soul boy curled his lips and looked at Ye Yu stubbornly.
Although she was still just an innocent child, Ye Yu had some kind of illusion, and her soul was hit hard by a heavy hammer.
Ye Yu struggled to raise his hand, tremblingly, and caressed the soul boy's cheek.
"Don't be sad, I'm just a little tired and may need to take a nap." Ye Yu felt weak.
She thought that she was ready to die at any time. However, when this moment really came, Ye Yu discovered that she was nostalgic for the world and was very reluctant to let go. She had not yet watched the soul boy grow up, and she had not yet seen her grandfather Hong Fuqi.
God, I didn’t see Ye Qingge unify the four stars.
It would be a pity to die like this.
Ye Yu's touch made the soul boy unable to hold back and cried out.
He is the fifth elder of Jialan, but because of this child's body, he will never grow up. Because of this, he can cry loudly and vent his feelings without fear.
"Xiaoyu, please don't sleep, please don't sleep." The soul boy lowered his head and wiped away his tears.
Ye Yu looked at the soul boy with gentle eyes and a faint smile on his lips.
That is the peace before death.
The door was opened, and Ye Qingtian walked in.
"grandfather……"
Ye Yu opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse.
Ye Qingtian sighed, "Stop talking and save your strength. Qingge is back. Don't you want to see her?"
Ye Yu nodded, the smile on his face was like a blooming flower.
At this time, the ginseng soup that the little maid had finished cooking came over.
"Give it to me."
Ye Qingtian sat on the edge of the bed holding ginseng soup and fed Ye Yu a spoonful of it.
The soup flowed out from the corner of Ye Yu's mouth. Ye Qingtian took a soft cloth and patiently wiped it off for Ye Yu. Repeatedly, when the soup bowl reached the bottom, Ye Yu only took a few sips.
Now she has become a useless person.
Ye Yu's eyes were dim and hopeless.
Ye Qingtian opened his mouth and hesitated to speak, but in the end, nothing came out.
People are all selfish, and he, Ye Qingtian, is even more selfish, especially protecting his shortcomings.
From beginning to end, in his eyes, Ye Qingge was the only family member. Ye Qingge was his most precious treasure, the apple of his eye. If Ye Qingge had any shortcomings, I'm afraid he wouldn't be able to live alone.
However, Ye Yu treated him sincerely, calling him grandpa from front to back, and he would definitely be sad when Ye Yu passed away.
Ye Qingtian put the soup bowl to one side, helped Ye Yu sit up, and took a wooden comb to smooth Ye Yu's long hair.
Miss Ye Er, who was once famous in the imperial capital for her heroic appearance and unparalleled beauty, was actually as gentle and gentle as a Jiangnan girl, and her yandere beauty was comparable to that of Xizi.
The soul boy's small hands kept tugging on the sheets, his eyes were red, and he looked at Ye Yu eagerly, not even daring to blink.
"Grandpa, I'm going to see my father and mother."
The dead Ye Zhengxiong, the dead Qin Lan.
Even if they had never been kind to her, her heart would still be touched.
Ye Qingtian stopped combing his hair and took a deep breath.
"Silly boy." Ye Qingtian didn't know what to say.
Ye Yu looked at Ye Qingtian and suddenly felt aggrieved. She asked: "Grandpa, why did my mother always only have Ye Xue in her eyes? Even for the sake of Ye Xue's future and talent, she would sacrifice me without hesitation. I was also conceived by her in ten months."
Born, why, why...cough...cough cough cough..."
Ye Yu used his last strength and roared hoarsely.
Ye Yu's eyes widened slightly, blood spurted from his mouth, staining his lips and teeth red.
Her heartbreaking look is really heartbreaking.
The soul boy sat silently on the edge.
She thought that Ye Yu had always been gentle, but it turned out that she was unwilling to give in. She also wanted to shout hysterically at the top of her lungs about injustice.
But he can't do anything.
I could only look at her, getting weaker and weaker and paler.
Until the last trace of life disappears.
Then watch her turn to ashes in the fire, and her soul go to hell.
Ye Qingtian couldn't bear to look at Ye Yu and see her wailing before her death.
The panic she had experienced for several years, the fear of wandering around at night waiting for death, and all her emotions finally erupted at this moment, like a volcano erupting.
Outside, footsteps sounded.
Crossing the threshold with a light song, the wind and dust rush over.
After several days of not sleeping, eating or drinking, she became very tired and haggard.
When she saw Ye Yu, Qingge was stunned.
Ye Yu's lips were covered with blood, and the blood bloomed like a plum blossom on the snow-white sheets.
Qingge frowned.
Ye Yu is getting thinner and thinner.
A gust of wind can blow her away.
Sadness comes from it.
Qing Ge walked towards Ye Yu.
"I'm back." Qingge said.
"I'm back, it's good to be back." Every time Ye Yu said a word, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth.
"What do you want to eat? I'll ask the maid to cook it," Qingge said.
Ye Yu weakly shook his head.
She looked out the window and said calmly: "On such a hot day, there should be no plum blossoms blooming."
Hearing this, a light flashed in the soul boy's eyes.
"Xiaoyu, wait for me, don't sleep, I have to go to the toilet." The soul boy patted the back of Ye Yu's hand, and then rushed out like a gust of wind.
Ye Yu looked at the soul boy and smiled slightly.
Qing Ge twisted the soft cloth and wiped the blood from the corner of Ye Yu's mouth.
Ye Qingtian and Ye Wuhen looked at each other, and everyone in the room left one after another, leaving only Qing Ge and Ye Yu.
"Look at you, your hair is messed up. Let me tie it into a bun for you." Ye Yu was breathing heavily when he spoke.
"you……"
Ye Yu now finds it very difficult to speak, let alone tie her hair.
Ye Yu said nothing and looked straight at her.
Qingge looked at him and finally compromised.
She didn't want Ye Yu to come, so she used her spiritual power to move the dressing table and put the bronze mirror facing her.
Ye Yu took the wooden comb he had just given and smoothed Qing Ge's hair.
Her movements looked very laborious.
Qing Ge looked at Ye Yu through the image reflected in the mirror.
Ye Yu was half-kneeling on the bed, coughing non-stop. Her hands were shaking wildly, and the wooden comb fell to the ground.
Qingge quickly bent down and picked up the wooden comb.
"Farewell..." Qing Ge said, "You know I never like these tricks."
Ye Yu took the wooden comb and said: "If you don't do it now, there will be no chance in the future. Qingge, you are different from me. You are young and have a bright future. You must live a long life. Don't be like my sister who is short-lived."
ghost."
Ye Yu said while combing her hair: "Do you think I can see my mother after I die? I hate her. She makes me neither human nor ghost, and makes me depressed. She gave all her feelings to her.