Ye Mo thought that Song Yingzhu was also renting a house not far from the middle school, but when the taxi driver drove the car to the suburbs, Ye Mocai knew that the place where the daughter went to school and the place where she lived were so far away. However, he soon understood what was going on. The economic conditions of Song Yingzhu were absolutely unacceptable for urban houses.

He didn't even dare to use God's knowledge to find Song Yingzhu. He didn't know what happened to Song Yingzhu.

After getting off the bus, Yi Mola took Ye Mo to the door of a private house, and Ye Mo suddenly stayed. A woman with white hair was struggling with a bucket of water, and she seemed to be slamming the water to the side of the stove. However, her footsteps indicated that her strength could not keep up, and the water continued to splash on the ground.

Is this Song Yingzhu? The cold girl that was the first time? Ye Mo suddenly felt that his heart was more sour and sorrowful. If it weren't for the white-haired woman's faintly familiar face, if it wasn't the kind of pride that she couldn't wear out, Ye Mo even wondered if this weak woman in front of her was Song Yingzhu.

At the beginning of the original level of the woman who was repaired, even now the yellow level is not even, and there is still internal injuries.

The beautiful girl of the arrogant woman of the day is now white hair like silver, her hands are rough, and her feet are vain.

But she is only in her thirties.

The reason why Song Yingzhu became like this, Ye Mo knew that it was entirely because of him. If she did not recall her ink to raise her daughter, how could she be so stumped? And Ye Mo also knows that she is so, maybe there is a kind of jealousy and self-blame.

Ye Mo is the enemy of her Song family, but she has a daughter for her hatred. Even if she knew that the Song family had long forgotten her, she still had a wall in her heart. She secretly hides here to torture her own wounds, and is not willing to tell others who she was.

Perhaps when she left Luoyue to raise her memory, she had already succumbed to death. The only thing I was worried about was that my daughter recalled me.

"mom……"

Recalling the ink, a shouting awakened Song Yingzhu, who was carrying the water. She looked up in surprise. Ye Mo’s face caught her eye.

The sound of "嘭", the wooden barrel in the hands of Song Yingzhu fell on the ground and fell down. Soon the water was flowing inside the house.

She was stagnant, and Ye Mo and Yi Mo, who were holding hands in front of her eyes, became more and more blurred. She seemed to have seen such a scene in her dreams countless times. But when it really appeared, it gave her an extreme unreality.

"Sorry, Yingzhu, I am late for thirteen years..." Ye Mo’s voice rang in Song Yingzhu’s ear.

Song Yingzhu suddenly felt that his eyes were getting more and more blurred. She opened her mouth and couldn’t say anything. This time is not a dream, it is true, it is true Ye Molai.

She was relieved and finally relieved. Yimo finally found her father, and then she can feel at ease. Every time she and her memory describe her father, she keeps talking about Ye Mo every time. Every time I say that my father will suddenly appear. It is for this day. Let the memory of my memory have long left the shadow of my father, it seems now. Her efforts were not in vain, and her memory and her father seemed to be intimate together from small to large.

Song Yingzhu’s lips licked, but still did not say anything.

"Mom, what's wrong with you? Dad is back." It seems that Yimo looked at her mother's appearance, and the subconscious added another sentence.

Song Yingzhu finally smiled and her expression returned to its usual appearance. "Recalling the ink, I will listen to my father's words later."

After Song Yingzhu finally looked at Ye Moe, he said, "Water splashed on the body, I am going to change clothes."

"Dad, mother, she..." is that Memo feels that her mother seems to be a bit strange. Usually, her mother always talks to her about her father, but today Dad is back. Why doesn’t her mother have much to say? And there was no excitement in her imagination.

In her heart, the relationship between mom and dad is very good, but why does it seem like it is not like?

Ye Mozhen looked at Song Yingzhu and went into the room to close the door. When she took off her clothes and began to change, he took back the gods.

"Dad, I am going to cook, and I will give it to me in the kitchen." Recalling that it seems that there is something wrong between Dad and Mom, she volunteered to say these things, just want Dad to spend more time with her mother. a while.

Ye Mo certainly knows the daughter's mind. He touches the ink that recalls the ink and whispers: "Good."

......

Song Yingzhu put on a set of clothes of the year and looked at it in front of the mirror.

For a long while, she sighed and said: "You are still the same as the original, I am old... I remembered to find you, I am relieved..."

After she finished taking out a dagger from the bottom of the bed, she blinked at the mirror and inserted it into her throat without hesitation.

She is also a proud woman. She is not willing to let her man see her white-haired look. She is not willing to expose herself to him.

She knows that he has two beautiful wife like a fairy. She also knows that the woman he likes is not her. She also knows that he can find memo because it was not because she came specifically, but unintentionally.

Her pride is not to expose her feelings to his beautiful wife, her pride is not to let his own look makes him dilemma.

She is Song Yingzhu, her Song Yingzhu was also a proud and beautiful woman, and now she is still a proud woman. The hardships of the years can deprive her of her youth, but she is deprived of her pride and highness.

Her love does not need pity and charity. When Yi Me has a home, she has no concern.

Although the dagger in Song Yingzhu’s hand was very sharp, she did not pierce her throat and grabbed her dagger with one hand.

There was blood flow on the dagger, and Ye Mo had no luck to stop himself from being hurt. He thinks that he owes Song Yingzhu, and it is a matter of course to shed blood for her.

"Yingzhu, you are stupid. Since we all met again, it is the fate of the past. Why is this?" Ye Mo’s tone is a bit low, his heart is very uncomfortable. He knows Song Yingzhu’s mind, but he does not know. How should I comfort her. He can make Song Yingzhu recover the appearance of the year very simply, but the trauma of the middle ten years can not be compensated for by a surface.

"Ah, how is your hand?" Song Yingzhu grabbed Ye Mo's hand and she had forgotten her pride when she had blood flowing in her hand. The next moment, she just wanted to find something to help her with the leaves.

At this moment, she completely forgot who Ye Mo is. How can this small injury be able to help him? It seems that Ye Mo’s injury is worse than what she has just done. Because I remember to follow my father after the ink, her father can not be injured.

Under Ye Mo’s infuriating, the small wound in his hand soon healed. He reached out and took Song Yingzhu into his arms and slowly began to gather her white hair.

Song Yingzhu stiffened a bit, and a wound that could not be expressed rose from the bottom of his heart. For more than a decade, she has no relatives except for her memory. For more than a decade, she has left home. She has no family. For more than a decade, she has thought of countless times in his arms, and today it has become true.

She cried, and 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 is only a layer of pain in the heart.

More than a decade ago, she hurriedly left the wedding scene with a crying memory of me, and disappeared at this moment without a trace. It seems that those who have been wronged can melt ice and snow as long as he comes.

She didn't love it, she didn't know if it was love, but when he introduced her to the tomb to explode, she had already recorded his shadow. At that time, she had no hatred. She still remembers that when she learned that Ye Mo had nothing, her heartfelt joy.

When she learned that she had already remembered the ink, his shadow became clearer and clearer in her heart, and finally there was no way to wipe it out. Although the scene inside the tent under the snow mountain was very shy, although she had no way to control it, when she had a memory of her, she did not regret it, and even remembered it.

Unfortunately, the story between her and him is too small, she has no way to tell her daughter too much about their affairs.

"Ye Mo, I can't deserve you, I am old..." Song Yingzhu was deep in her heart, but she couldn't say it. She didn't want to leave her daughter, and she didn't want to leave Ye Mo.

"You are not old." Ye Mo seems to know that her inner voice is generally slow.

Ye Mo’s voice was in his ear, deep and thick. “I just came here that year. In order to find a medicinal material, I went to the Taklimakan Desert. That night, I stood alone on the Lop Nur in the deep desert. I thought of it. I had a story I saw in the library. The story is called 'tears like Milan, white hair silver sand'. After I thought of this story, I stood there for a long time."

Song Yingzhu seems to be attracted by Ye Mo’s words, and her trembling gradually calms down, but her hand holding Ye Mo is even tighter. She doesn't understand what Ye Mo said just here. www.NovelMTL.com~ I don't know why he dared to go to Loppo alone.

"Milan misses Robbill. Overnight, the blue silk turns white, and the tears gather into the river. Her white hair turns into silver sand. For Milan, at least Robbiel knows that Milan is missing him. But I, actually. I don’t know that there is a woman in the world who is thinking about me with my daughter. Her hair is silver sand, but I don’t know...”

Ye Mo’s voice is low and embarrassed. He is a human temperament and acts directly to his heart. He is really embarrassed to Song Yingzhu. He grabbed Song Yingzhu's rough hand and showed his heart for the first time.

"Ye Mo..." Song Yingzhu could no longer restrain his inner thoughts, and Ye Mo’s chest was already full of tears.

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