Rebirth Merchant: Wonderful Space Hunting for Military Officer

Although Shao Yichen is over 40 years old and his temples are already gray, he still maintains his youthful beauty. Even though he is now sitting in a wheelchair and has become a frail patient, there is still a heavy dye between his brows and eyes. The extravagance, lazy and flashy.

This is a man who has been forgotten by the years. He is a scorching demon. The more he settles, the more beautiful he is, and he can easily capture people's minds.

There was a touch of coldness between his brows and eyes, which was exactly the same as Song Ye.

If Song Ye has inherited her mother's seven-point appearance, then she has inherited Shao Yichen's very temperament, and everything that comes out of her bones is very similar to him.

"I need a little time for your illness. Before that, I hope you can stay in the reception room and don't go any further. Can you grant me this request?" As he spoke, a pair of peach blossom eyes were filled with gentleness, sparkling like water.

"Yes." Song Ye nodded, without asking the reason or how long it would take. From the moment she was recognized by the other party, she had lost her bargaining position. Although force might be able to solve the problem, she would not make this choice unless she was forced to.

She gave a deadline in her mind, and then made a concession.

In essence, she is not a rude person.

After she confessed her ultimate purpose and got a positive answer from the other party, she had nothing else to tell the other party.

The scene fell silent for a while.

Shao Yichen's body seemed to be really bad. He coughed intermittently, with a slight hoarseness. Although his voice was not loud, it could be heard that he was trying his best to endure the pain.

Dr. Pang stepped forward to give him acupuncture, the technique was neat and neat, and there was no need for help from others during the procedure.

Obviously, when he was at the foot of the mountain, the reason why he asked Song Ye to go with him must have been because he saw the similarities between her and Shao Yichen.

Although Song Ye has put on makeup and changed his appearance, Dr. Pang has been treating Shao Yichen for more than ten years, and he has long been familiar with his facial features and bones, and when he sees Song Ye's temperament, he has doubts.

The words that he wanted to say behind his back were also confirmed at this moment.

Unfortunately, he did not see the scene of father and daughter recognizing each other, hugging each other and crying, looking at each other with tearful eyes, and feeling filled with emotion.

The coldness and loneliness at the end of this scene made him feel sad as an outsider. He wanted to say something, but he also knew that he was not qualified.

Shao Yichen seems to be gentle and has been afflicted by a long illness, but as the soul who supports the Shao family in the seven major families, his methods and temperament have never been surpassed by ordinary people.

After the acupuncture, Shao Yichen asked Dr. Pang to stay and recuperate his body.

The latter listened and sighed in his heart, but he could only nod his head in response.

After everything was over, Song Yeming, as a servant in the delivery room, only came in temporarily as a physician's assistant. When Dr. Pang left, she naturally couldn't stay any longer.

Shao Yichen didn't mention recognizing his ancestors and returning to the ancestry, and she didn't ask about returning her name.

An 18-year father-daughter reunion that should have been vigorous and tear-jerking, no, for Song Ye, this period of time lasted for more than 30 years.

But everything that was supposed to be a big climax turned into tasteless boiled water, and even with Song Ye's footsteps leaving, this full stop was about to come to an end.

When approaching the door, Shao Yichen's voice came from behind him hoarsely, "You, don't you want to ask me anything?"

There are many things that can be asked between father and daughter who meet for the first time in 18 years.

About the abandonment 18 years ago, the indifference 18 years ago, the identity of the biological mother, the cause of the disease, the relationship between her and the Ye Shao family... There are many questions that can be discussed in depth, and each one is enough to say. A dreary blow to the father who was born and not raised, and he was clearly ready to take it all.

But Song Ye didn't ask any questions, not because he was reluctant to hurt, but because he felt...

"It's not necessary." Her answer was so succinct that people couldn't find anything to answer. She hadn't thought about what she had from the beginning, and she wouldn't expect anything now.

This is the clearest relationship between her and Shao Yichen.

Shao Yichen's voice fell silent again, the dim light in the room was obscure, like a silent oil painting.

When Song Ye thought he was dead, Shao Yichen made his last request, "I heard that your calligraphy is very good. Can you help me finish the last sentence of my half-cursive writing? For a few days, I couldn't write anymore."

In the process of applying the needle, although Shao Yichen did not change his face, Song Ye still sensed the weakness of his breath.

I never thought that I couldn't even lift a pen.

Song Ye's fingertips twitched a few times, pursed his lips and stared at the button on the door. After a while, he turned around and walked to the desk.

Picking up the pen and dipping in ink, the words were written into a book. The girl's slender and thin figure stood in front of the table, her back was stretched straight, and the curvature of the corners of her lips showed a hint of sharpness, and the crazy handwriting between her wrists fell on the paper. The handwriting was the same as before.

When she drew the last stroke with one stroke, she paused and stroked the back of the paper with a heavy stroke.

"...Thank you." After a long silence, Shao Yichen spoke again, these two words seemed to weigh thousands of pounds, pressed against his throat, and it was extremely difficult to spit out, with obscurity and sadness.

"Well." Song Ye put down the wolf pen, and buried half of his drooping face in the darkness.

After the book desk, the two stood and sat one at a time, only a fist away from each other, and they even had a very dry breath on each other. Ironically, they were strangers they met on the first day.

Until Song Ye's figure disappeared outside the door, Shao Yichen's eyes still fell on the wild grass in front of him.

He had long known that Song Ye could calligraphy, and he was also good at cursive, but he didn't know that Song Ye's handwriting would be like what he imagined. Originally, he just wanted to find an excuse to get closer to her, or to stay with her for one more second.

He looked at the stroke at the end of the article like this. The ink was so thick that it penetrated five or six layers of rice paper. The dyed ink was like tears, which penetrated into his heart little by little, accusing him silently. In fact, the girl did not As indifferent as imagined.

The trembling hands slowly picked up the wet rice paper, the man slumped on the back of the chair, closed his eyes fiercely, and silent tears wetted his temples...

Song Ye walked to the door of the main house and turned to look at Manzhu Shahua in the entire courtyard.

This inconvenient man is guarding this flower of death leading to hell, is it out of his own redemption or punishment...