After all, Song Ying was just an ordinary person. At best, she was just a girl who had trained before.
The cold environment soon took away her physical strength.
Like a patient suffering from narcolepsy, Song Ying's eyes were struggling between closing and not closing … She hugged Luo Qiu tightly and never separated from him since the beginning.
Maybe it was the instinctive need to survive, but she didn't have any bad thoughts. She just wanted to keep each other warm.
"Porridge …"
"Porridge?"
Luoqiu's body was also at its limit. This time, it was a spontaneous idea to experience the fear of death — but he found that he didn't experience it at all.
He had 'died' once — the first time, he was shot by a customer, but he was resurrected in the club immediately.
Maybe it was because he had the concept of 'immortality' in his subconscious, so he didn't feel the fear of death … It seemed that this experience was a bit useless — he probably wouldn't have such an unnecessary experience in the future.
His brain seemed to be completely split into two halves. One side was rational thinking, and the other side was emotional experience. Rationality, on the other hand, was constantly analyzing this emotional experience.
In fact, in the end, Luoqiu didn't really understand what his nature was.
"Porridge … I know. That morning, you, you made it, right?"
"Yes." Since he was seen through, Luoqiu admitted it very frankly.
Song Ying's eyes were almost unable to open at this time. She said weakly, "How, how long have we been here?"
"It's been a long time, almost an hour."
"Less than an hour?" Song Ying seemed to be a little surprised, but it seemed like she was talking in a dream, "Like … a year."
"Maybe you can think of something happy." Luoqiu suggested.
Song Ying didn't realize that Luoqiu's voice was so stable from beginning to end — His body was obviously trembling, but he didn't feel it at all when he spoke.
Song Ying smiled bitterly, "Happy things … in a short time …"
Luoqiu's eyes suddenly turned and quickly glanced at a shelf of goods in the cold storage room. Then, he said softly, "Isn't it a happy thing to be with your family? Days can be counted, and happy things can naturally be counted as well. "
"Then … that's too many … too many …" Song Ying had already subconsciously leaned her head on Luoqiu's shoulder. "From as long as I can remember … to before my parents passed away … let me tell you, I can't even count."
"Can you tell me about it?" Luoqiu suddenly grabbed Song Ying's hand.
She suddenly felt a little warmth, but her body was still uncomfortable. Her consciousness did not feel the pain of the cold, but at the same time, she was very tired. This was a very strange state.
"I remember one time when I was in kindergarten … there was a dance competition …"
Song Ying said slowly, some of the memories she had hidden for a long time … Perhaps it was because of this kind of approaching death that she didn't deliberately think too much about what she should and shouldn't have done.
As long as she could think about it one more time, as long as she could say it one more time, in such an environment, no one would complain about it too much … Instead of saying it to Luoqiu, it was better to say it to herself.
Thoughts, thoughts, past hidden in the heart.
"There's a lot, a lot … I can't say it all …" Song Ying suddenly opened her eyes and smiled bitterly, "I've said so much … Shouldn't you, should you also say something?"
Luoqiu suddenly said, "In fact, there's something I don't understand. That night, you told me … you said that you want to keep me, and even marriage can be regarded as a means … What is it for?"
Song Ying was startled. She didn't know if it was because the cold environment in the cold storage room confused her memory — because she remembered that she should have said the reason once.
But why did Luoqiu ask again?
She didn't want to think about it … At this time, it was extremely difficult to just keep herself awake. Song Ying said subconsciously, "I told you … what happened after my parents left … At that time, I was lying in the hospital bed, and I was actually awake …. But grandpa sat alone next to me … lonely and lonely. The head of the Song family could only cry helplessly at that time. "
"I don't want the same thing to happen in the future …"
"Finding you is grandpa's greatest wish in this life, so … so I want to keep you …"
"Song family … if Song family can be cleaned up, we don't have to face so many enemies … So I will always work hard. Even if I'm exhausted, it's a very happy thing for me …"
"I know … I know that although grandpa loves me very much, he still has the mentality of valuing boys over girls … But in fact, I don't mind. He values boys over girls because … because he thinks that the hard things should be carried by men … and the women of Song family should stay at home peacefully … "
"In fact … in fact, I don't want to prove that I'm better than men … But Song family … Song family has no one … such a big foundation … only my uncle can inherit it …"
Song Ying smiled bitterly, "You know my uncle's character … He, he can't keep grandpa's foundation steadily … I know he has his own ideas … He may not care about the wealth of Song family. He may be able to create another Song family that is stronger than the current Song family in the future … but I can't … "
"I don't have that talent … no matter how hard I work … no matter how much time I spend on work … I, I don't have that talent … I can barely maintain the current scale of Song Dynasty … I can only replace my uncle to keep grandpa's foundation …"
"I'm so tired … I'm really tired …"
"So I think … I think if at this time … there can be one more person … one more you …"
"You also have the blood of Song family … You are the descendant of Brother Grandpa … You are actually more qualified than me …"
"When grandpa told me this … I hesitated for a long time … But in fact, in fact, this is really the most effective way to solve the Song family's current predicament …"
"There is not much happiness in the marriages of rich families … The marriage between families and the union between the strong is even more common … Compared to them … I am actually luckier … At least, at least to be honest … I don't hate you … And Gan Hong is also very willing to stay by your side … I rarely see her so relaxed …"
"But you are really … irritating … I am an impatient person, but you are always so lukewarm … Let's not talk about it anymore. I will be angry if I talk too much …"
"In fact … in fact, you just asked me what I want to do the most if I go out … I said I want a cup of warm water, but I lied to you … If I can go out, the first thing I want to do … is to tell grandpa that I am fine …"
"You … Are you listening again … Are you asleep … Luoqiu … Luo …"
She seemed to use the last of her strength to get up. She looked up and saw that calm face, and found that he was looking at her with a smile.
For some reason, that gentle smile reminded Song Ying of her childhood when her parents were still around. "Actually … actually, when you smile … you look pretty good."
She suddenly wanted to kiss this person.
But it did not seem to be the attraction between the opposite sex … And the kiss was not lust … Her consciousness gradually slowed down. Song Ying subconsciously gave up on thinking and just moved according to her feelings.
Slowly, he wanted to kiss this smile.
She closed her eyes, and the last trace of heat in her body became the motivation for this action. She did not know whether she succeeded or not, but she felt that she had gone to a very warm place.
She suddenly fell down.
Luoqiu looked at her approaching him. He knew what Song Ying wanted to do — but she still fell down in the end. Perhaps she would fall down.
Luoqiu held Song Ying's body and whispered, "Leave it to the person who can give you happiness in the future … It should be enough."
With that, Luoqiu slowly lowered his head.
The cold air turned into frost, gradually covering his and her hair.
Quiet.
Quiet.
Quiet.
Dead quiet …
Suddenly — With a bang, the door of the cold room was opened. A figure rushed into the cold room, holding Luoqiu and Song Ying with one hand, and then walked out quickly.
Outside the cold storage room, Song Haoran was holding the backs of the two people at the same time, but he was crying. He looked at Song Tianyou standing in front of him and said in a hoarse voice, "Dad … I was wrong."
Song Tianyou sighed and instantly aged a little. He said in a low voice, "Let the doctor come over. I … I was wrong too. "
…
…
Tinkle.
It was the sound of the wind blowing the bell hanging by the window — the hot weather outside made the asphalt road appear distorted. In the big bed in the room, Luoqiu slowly opened his eyes.
After waking up, Luoqiu first glanced at the bell by the window, and then smiled. Then he looked at Song Haoran who was sitting silently on the sofa.
He seemed to be thinking about something, but at the same time, he found that Luoqiu had woken up.
Song Haoran did not get up, but still sat on the sofa. At least, he looked at Luoqiu with a reluctant smile, "How do you feel? Did you come back to life? "
"I came back to life. Are we back to my humble house? With such a decoration style, there shouldn't be any other place except my humble house. "Luoqiu looked around and said.
Song Haoran was startled, and asked curiously, "You don't seem to be surprised that you are out of danger?"
"If this was the script I thought of at the beginning, I shouldn't be too surprised." Luoqiu shook his head.
Song Haoran was stunned, "You … when did you find out?"
Luoqiu said casually, "At first, I wasn't too sure. But later, when I was looking for butter in the cold room, I accidentally saw a power cord. Then I paid attention and found a camera hidden behind the shelf."
Song Haoran said, "A camera doesn't mean anything … Maybe this is just a way for Basil to threaten Dad."
Luoqiu shook his head and said, "You brought so many people with you when you went out this morning, but in the end, your enemy still managed to sneak into the Red House and even hold President Bai hostage. Nothing happened at all. That's a little inexcusable."
Song Haoran opened his mouth, then suddenly laughed. "Little Luo Qiu, if you are my enemy, that's too scary."
Saying this, Song Haoran shook his head, then made a call and simply said, "You can come in now."
A short while later, there was a knock on the door, and a stout middle-aged man walked in. Despite this, his face was thin and he looked extremely gloomy — the person who had knocked on the door and entered was none other than Basil.
When Basil saw Song Haoran at that moment, he hurriedly called out, "Eldest Young Master."
He then turned to Luoqiu and said, "Master Qiu!"
Luoqiu was a little "surprised" and said, "Are you going to tell me … that you know each other?"
Song Haoran made a gesture, and the Basil in front of him stretched out his hands to his face and started to rub it — in the end, 'Basil' actually forcibly tore off a whole piece of his face.
"It's a 3D printed leather mask," Song Haoran said. "It was developed using some of the techniques imparted to me by Mr. Blind. The owner of this face is the real Basil. But I've already gotten rid of this Basil. "
"When did that happen?" Luoqiu asked curiously.
Song Haoran said, "Do you remember the first day we came here, when we went to Zhonghua Street? At that time, I felt that Bai Shuitang's attitude was a little strange … I told you, my intuition has always been very accurate. So, I asked Oni and Lluvia to do some investigation … Lluvia may sound hot, like a female fighter, but she is actually a very powerful hacker ~ "
"Lluvia found in Bai Shuitang's personal computer that he used some of Song Dynasty's funds to secretly set up a company outside, and this company has another partner."
"Basil?" Luoqiu asked.
"Yes, it's Basil." Song Haoran nodded. "I've actually fought Basil a few times, but every time he lost, he was the one who lost. I didn't expect that this time, he actually hooked up with Bai Shuitang … I plan to catch this old fox Bai Shuitang. So, before I went back to the village according to my father's order, I had already asked Oni to bring people to kill Basil. "
Song Haoran looked at the man who had taken off his face. "This Basil you see now was selected by me from the village. For more than a week, the person who has been in contact with Bai Shuitang is him. "
"Does Master Song know?"
"I didn't say at first." Song Haoran shook his head. "I originally planned to finish it today, but I didn't expect Xiao Ying to suddenly break into the red house, so I had to change the plan at the last minute."
Song Haoran said with a wry smile. "I apologize first. It was my idea to put you in the cold room. I originally planned to let something happen between you, but in the end, my whole head is filled with guilt. "
"What about Bai Shuitang?"
Song Haoran said indifferently, "What else can I do? For such a guy with bad intentions, of course I sent him around the world."
"Why are you telling me this?" Luoqiu suddenly asked.
Song Haoran was silent for a moment. "Because of guilt … … To be honest, I never thought about what Xiao Ying said in the cold room. Even my father … … "
He looked at Luoqiu. "I'm telling you because I hope you don't mind. I can guarantee that this kind of thing won't happen again."
After saying that, Song Haoran stood up. He lowered his head and apologized seriously. "I'm sorry."
"What do you plan to do next?" Luoqiu asked again.
Song Haoran said, "I will tell Xiao Ying that the criminal has been killed. As for Bai Shuitang sacrificing himself to save me … … In the end, only you, me, my father, and this fake 'Basil' know about this."
"Since you feel guilty, why don't you just tell Xiao Ying about this?" Luoqiu shook his head.
Song Haoran sighed. "Xiao Ying also sees Bai Shuitang as family. If it were you … … would you want to know the truth? "
"If that's the case, there's no need to apologize to me." Luoqiu smiled. "That's good enough."
Song Haoran stared seriously at Luoqiu and suddenly asked, "Those words … … Did you deliberately lead Xiao Ying to say them?"
"I don't remember." Luoqiu shook his head. "I almost died back then … … What do you think?"
"Haha!"
… …
"Rest well."
Song Haoran left Luoqiu's room and walked in the corridor with the person pretending to be Basil.
At this time, the person pretending to be Basil said in confusion, "Senior Master, there's something I still don't understand. At that time, we had the mechanic who helped you secretly install explosives on Miss Ying's sports car. It clearly didn't have much power and wouldn't kill anyone. It was just to fool the killer … … But why did it directly blow the sports car off the cliff? "
"I don't know either." Song Haoran shook his head and smiled bitterly. "Maybe God felt that I was too fond of seeking death and gave me a warning … …"
… …
Ding ling ling.
It was still the sound of wind blowing bells — — In another room.
When Song Ying woke up, she saw Song Tianyou sitting beside her and holding her hand tightly. "Grandfather … …"
"It's okay, it's okay." Song Tianyou chuckled and patted the back of Song Ying's hand. "It's okay. Grandfather didn't cry this time. "
"Grandfather … …" Song Ying cried and laughed. "I'm okay too."
Ding ling ling, ding ling ling ling, ding ling ling … … ling.
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