"Xiao Yu, you woke up, you scared me to death." Ling Tong looked at Ye Yu with tears in his eyes, his black braid hanging in front of his shoulders, Ling Tong grabbed a corner of the brocade quilt, and saw Ye Yu haggard and weak, his heart twitching.
He couldn't describe this feeling. As soon as he thought that Ye Yu would die soon, the spirit boy was very sad, and he couldn't breathe, and his vitality seemed to be pulled away.
The spirit boy held Ye Yu's hand tightly, for fear that as soon as he let go, Ye Yu would disappear.
Ling Tong stared at the watery nightmare, holding her breath to prevent tears from flowing out. The bitterness spreads in her eyes. Ling Tong curled her lips and looked at Ye Yu stubbornly.
Although she was just an innocent child, Ye Yu had some illusion that her soul was hit hard by a heavy hammer.
Ye Yu tried hard to raise his hand, trembling, and gently stroked Lingtong's cheek.
"Don't be sad, I'm just a little tired, maybe I need to have a sleep." Ye Yu was very powerless.
She thought she was ready for death at any time. However, when this moment really came, Ye Yu discovered that she was nostalgic for the world and was very reluctant to leave. She had not watched the spirit boy grow up, nor had she seen her grandfather Hong Fuqi yet.
Heaven, I didn’t see Ye Qingge unified the four stars.
It would be a pity to die like this.
Ye Yu's touch made Ling Tong unable to hold it in, and she burst into tears.
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 fearlessly and vent his feelings in his heart.
"Xiaoyu, don't sleep, okay?" Lingtong lowered his head and wiped his tears.
Ye Yu looked at Ling Tong with gentle eyes, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
That is the peace before death.
The door was opened by someone, and Ye Qingtian walked in.
"grandfather……"
Ye Yu opened his mouth and his voice was hoarse.
Ye Qingtian sighed, "Don't talk, keep your strength, Qingge is back, don't you want to see her?"
Ye Yu nodded, and the smile on his face was like a blooming flower.
At this time, the little maid brought the ginseng soup.
"Give it to me."
Ye Qingtian sat on the edge of the bed with ginseng soup and fed it to Ye Yu spoonfuls.
The soup flowed out from the corner of Ye Yu's mouth. Ye Qingtian patiently wiped Ye Yu with a soft cloth, and continued. When the soup bowl was bottomed, Ye Yu only drank a few sips.
Now she has become a useless person.
Ye Yu's eyes were dim and there was no hope.
Ye Qingtian opened his mouth, but he wanted to say something but stopped. In the end, he didn't say anything.
People are selfish, and they are even more selfish in the night, especially in protecting their shortcomings.
From beginning to end, in his eyes, there was only Ye Qingge, a relative. Ye Qingge was his treasure and the pearl in his hand. If Ye Qingge had any problems, he would probably not live alone.
But Ye Yu was really treating him, and he shouted at grandpa with his side. Ye Yu passed away, and he would definitely be sad.
Ye Qingtian placed the soup bowl on one side, sat up with Ye Yu, and held a wooden comb to smooth out Ye Yu's long hair.
Miss Ye Er, who was once famous in the imperial capital, was as handsome as a man, was as gentle as a woman in Jiangnan, and was as beautiful as a woman in sickness and beauty as Westerners.
Ling Tong's little hands kept pulling the bed sheet, his eyes were red, and he looked at Ye Yu with a gaze, not even daring to blink.
"Grandpa, I'm going to see Dad and Mom."
The dead Ye Zhengxiong, the dead Qin Lan.
Even if they have never been nice to her, her heart will still be touched.
Ye Qingtian's hair was combed and he was so restless.
"Silly child." Ye Qingtian didn't know what to say.
Ye Yu looked at Ye Qingtian and suddenly felt wronged. She asked: "Grandpa, why has Ye Xue always been the only one in my mother's eyes? Even for Ye Xue's future talent, I can sacrifice me without hesitation. I am also pregnant for ten months.
Ye Yu used all his last strength and roared hoarsely.
Ye Yu's eyes were slightly wide open, and blood spurted out of his mouth, dyeing his lips and teeth red.
Her heart-wrenching appearance is really heartbreaking.
The spirit boy sat silently on the side.
She thought Ye Yu had always been gentle. It turned out that she was unwilling to accept it, and she wanted to scream out hysterically.
But he can't do anything.
I could only watch her, becoming weaker and paler.
Until the last trace of vitality disappears.
I watched her turn into ashes in the fire and her soul embark on the road to the underworld.
Ye Qingtian couldn't bear to look at Ye Yu, watching her wailing before her death.
Her panic for several years, her fear of wandering around at night, waiting for death, and all her emotions finally erupted like a volcano erupting at this moment.
Outside, footsteps sounded.
Qingge crossed the threshold and rushed over.
After several days of constant sleep and no food or drinking, she became much more tired and haggard.
When he saw Ye Yu, Qingge was stunned.
Ye Yu's lips were covered with blood, and the blood was blooming a plum blossom on the snow-white bed sheets.
Qingge frowned.
Ye Yu is getting thinner and thinner.
A gust of wind can blow her away.
Sorrow comes from it.
Qingge walked towards Yeyu.
"I'm back." Qingge said.
"I'm back, it's good to come back." Every time Ye Yu said a word, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"What do you want to eat? I'll let the maid cook it." Qingge said.
Ye Yu shook his head weakly.
She looked out the window and said lightly: "It shouldn't be a plum blossom blooming in such a hot day."
Hearing this, a light flashed in the Lingtong's eyes.
"Xiao Yu, wait for me, don't sleep, I'm going to the toilet." Ling Tong patted Ye Yu's back of his hand and then rushed out like a gust of wind.
Ye Yu looked at Lingtong and smiled slightly.
Qingge 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 the people in the room left one after another, leaving only Qingge and Ye Yu.
"Look at your hair is messy, I'll tie a bun for you." Ye Yu's breathing sound was particularly heavy when he spoke.
"you……"
Ye Yu is very difficult to speak now, let alone tie her hair for her.
Ye Yu didn't say anything, looking straight at her.
Qingge looked at him and finally compromised.
She didn't want Ye Yu to come, so she used her mental power to bring the dressing table, and the bronze mirror was facing her.
Ye Yu took the wooden comb just now and smoothed Qingge's hair.
Her movements looked very difficult.
Qingge looked at Ye Yu through the mirror.
Ye Yu half-kneeled on the bed, coughing constantly, her hands trembled wildly, and the wooden comb fell to the ground.
Qingge bent down quickly and picked up the wooden comb.
"Farewell..." Qingge said: "You know I have never liked these tricks."
Ye Yu took the wooden comb and said, "No, there will be no chance in the future. Qingge, you are different from me. You are in a good time and have a bright future. You must live a long life. Don't be like your sister. It's a short life.
ghost."
Ye Yu said while combing, "You said, can I see my mother after I die? I hate her. She made me neither human nor ghost, and made me depressed. She gave all her feelings.
Yexue, and I, are just a victim.” (To be continued)