In the quiet room, Qingge sat cross-legged on the bed with a solemn expression on his face. The little fox tiptoed into the room, climbed onto the bed, slipped to Qingge's back, clenched his claws into fists, and hammered them on his back to please.
Behave yourself, "You can't be angry anymore. If you get angry, you will become ugly. If you become ugly, you won't be able to get married..."
The little fox said seriously, "It's okay if you can't get married. Go with me to be the wife of the village."
Qingge: "..."
The wife of the village...
Qingge grabbed the little fox into his arms, face to face, and said seriously: "You can't learn bad things, otherwise you will become a hooligan." He also rubbed his head seriously, "Is it possible that spring has arrived,
/False?"
Ji Yue: "..." Is it so obvious that he is feeling affection?
However, everyone in the world knows it, but she doesn't.
He has always been evil, moody, and murderous like a demon, never approaches women, but he becomes a gangster in front of her.
*
In the evening, when Qingge, Ye Qingcheng and the little fox were having supper together, Yinlan came over.
"Miss, Elder Ye Zhengxiong suddenly burst into blood and was dying, and he only had one last breath left." Yin Lan said.
Qingge brought a mouthful of soup into her mouth. When she heard the sound, her hands froze slightly. She swallowed the soup, raised her eyes and looked at Yin Lan, and asked, "When did something happen?"
"Just just now, the head of the family asked me to inform you that if you pass by now, you should be able to meet for the last time." Yin Lan replied.
Qingge slowly finished a bowl of soup, then put the bowl on the table, held the little fox in his arms, looked at Ye Qingcheng, and said, "I'll go over and hand over this table of dishes."
I've given it to you, remember to finish it with nothing left."
Ye Qingcheng looked at the table full of delicious food, swallowed, and finished eating it all?
Isn't this killing her?
*
The remote yard of Ye's house was full of people at this time, and violent coughing kept coming from the room, as if he wanted to get coughed out even if he wanted to get lung tablets.
When Qingge came, the three elders of Ye Qingtian were all there. Ye Qingtian looked heavy, Shangguan Lin and Chen Zhi were also solemn. Seeing Qingge, the servants in the yard saluted each other and Qingge pointed.
Nodded and walked into the house.
"Grandpa, how about it?" Qingge looked at Ye Qingtian.
Ye Qingtian shook his head, "A good person suddenly became like this. Dr. Liu said that he was unable to recover, and his internal organs in his body were broken, his tendons and veins were broken, and even his blood was black."
Qingge frowned, "How could this happen?"
Although Ye Zhengxiong's legs were destroyed by Ye Qingtian, he had good cultivation and a good physical foundation. Although Ye Wuhen allowed him to die, how could he bleeding from his seven orifices go to death?
She absolutely did not believe that Ye Zhengxiong would commit suicide. Ye Zhengxiong had pride in his bones. He would rather starve to death than choose to commit suicide.
"Your second uncle has a lifetime of turmoil, but the ending is miserable. Go and see him." Shangguan Lin said.
In the face of death, grudges can always be written off.
Qingge pursed her lips and walked forward silently. Her mood became heavier. She raised her hand and opened the door. A creaking sound rang in her ears. The gap between the doors became wider and wider, and the cold flowed inside the room.
She walked in and looked at the man lying on the yawning bed. The man's hair was half white and his face was haggard, all of which were tired, his eyes, nose, mouth, and ears were all flowing out of blackness.
Blood.
The black blood dyed the snow-white bed sheets red. He stared at the ceiling with his eyes blankly, his limbs were cold and stiff, as if there was a god of death, ruthlessly pulling away the vitality in his body.
"You're here."
The three words, like a biting wind blowing, the man said weakly, and it took a lot of effort.
Qingge walked a few steps forward, with a silent look on his face.
Ji Yue stepped on her shoulders and looked at the dying man on the bed with cold eyes.
"Do you think I am not even half as handsome as your father?"
The man said intermittently. After saying that, he coughed violently. Every time he coughed, his whole body trembled, like a fish that was stubbornly resisting in the net.
"You are you, your father is your father." Qingge said lightly.
"You, you really look like your father back then." Ye Zhengxiong supported his hands on the bed, but it was extremely difficult to get up.
Qingge hesitated for a while, and finally stepped forward and helped Ye Zhengxiong sit down.
Ye Zhengxiong looked at her in surprise, for a long time, laughing loudly, and coughing while laughing, and a lot of blood was spitting on the quilt. He leaned against the bed frame weakly and laughed at himself, "Are you afraid of me? Don't you dislike me?"
"Why are you afraid? Why are you disgusted?" Qingge said coldly, his eyes filled with alienation and indifference.
"I look like a ghost, right?" Ye Zhengxiong said with a bitter smile, his gray face covered with blood.
When a person is about to die, his words are good.
Qingge looked at Ye Zhengxiong who was like this, and he felt no complaints in his heart and calmed down.
"I fought with your father for a lifetime..."
Qingge didn't say a word, Ye Zhengxiong lowered his head, as if he was talking to himself, "But do you know, what your father said to me before he died was to take good care of his father. When he died, his father was left.
I am a son, and I tried my best to kill him. He even died of flesh and blood, which made me feel inferior."
In Ye Zhengxiong's words, Qingge seemed to see a man who was unruly, wild and unruly but also valued love and loyalty. This man was her father.
Unfortunately, he died.
"I have always been proud and hated, but I didn't expect that I was not my father's biological son. Not only was I not, I also killed his only son. He knew everything, but he was with me, the enemy who killed his son.
I have lived under one roof for decades, cough cough... cough..."
Ye Zhengxiong covered his chest and coughed heart-wrenchingly, and blood spurted out like water.
The man hung his head weakly when he coughed, but a clean white handkerchief appeared in front of him. He followed the handkerchief and looked at the girl beside the bed with a cold expression.
Ye Zhengxiong smiled bitterly, took the handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. But after a while, he coughed again. The blood was getting more and more, and even the nose, eyes and ears were bleeding.
His face is gray and thin, like a demon who has fallen into the eighteen levels of hell.
Qingge stood beside the bed, with the window beside him, and the cold wind of early spring blew in, lifting up a silver-white hair.
It seems that Ye Qingtian has told Ye Zhengxiong all the secrets in the old things.
Yes, if you don’t talk about it now, Ye Zhengxiong won’t have the chance to listen in the future.
Her spine is straight and her eyes are faint, as if she is the queen of a desolate country. Everything in this world has nothing to do with her. (To be continued)