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George Sheng didn't have the problem of looking through people's things, he was just looking for something to pass the time, so he picked up a hardcover book that Song Xi kept on the bedside table, but when he opened the book, it was not a book page, but a photo album, and the first page was a The little doll with a round, pink face, dark pupils and clear whites, grinning at the camera, the corners of her lips curled up, making him feel familiar.

Sure enough, there was a row of small characters printed in the lower right corner of this photo: Xiaoxi, a hundred-day birthday photo.

George Sheng sat on the sofa and couldn't help but re-evaluate it. It turned out that Song Xi's appearance for a hundred days could vaguely see the shadow of today, but at that time she had a round face and a chubby face, unlike now, the standard An oval face with a pointed chin.

Continue to scroll down, the album is full of photos of Song Xi's childhood, ranging from a hundred days to teens, as she grows older, the beauty becomes more and more obvious.

In the photos, she always smiles brightly. Whether at home, in the park, or in any landmark place, her smile is like her own unique symbol, which is unforgettable after seeing her.

George Sheng didn't experience Song Xi's childhood, but she smiled so happily, she should have had a happy childhood, right? It's not like now, laughs are all staged.

Such thoughts instinctively appeared in his mind, so that George Sheng paused for a moment, then raised his eyelids, and looked at Song Xi who was lying on the opposite bed.

Since the two met, he has seen her laugh and cry, but without exception, in front of him, she always wears a mask, hiding her truest thoughts behind the mask. Watch out for him, so you don't need to convey to him whether you are happy or not.

Just as she was thinking about it, Song Xi, who was originally calm, suddenly frowned, and then shook her head slightly uneasy. She must have had some kind of nightmare, and what happened in the dream made her tremble all over.

George Sheng put down the photo album, got up and came to the bed, and called out in a low voice: Song Xi.

It was useless, he called again: Song Xi.

Song Xi fell into her own world, tears flowed down her thick black eyelashes quickly, she parted her lips slightly, and let out a feeble and painful cry for help, almost like a small animal.

George Sheng frowned, unable to wake her up, so he reached out to pat her face, trying to wake her up, but Song Xi suddenly raised his hand and grabbed George Sheng's cuff, and called out in a low voice: Dad...

She grabbed him so hard, but her tears were closed, because of the sudden movement, the white arm stretched out the quilt, and even lifted the edge of the quilt, George Sheng frowned even deeper, looked back at the quilt mouth, and turned to Go break her hand.

The harder he tried, the tighter Song Xi's grip was. Even so, she didn't wake up. She babbled and shouted: Don't grab my dad, please, don't grab my dad...

I don't know if she used too much force, causing the needle on the back of her hand to bleed back, the red color was too glaring, or there was too much pity and helplessness in her voice, in short, George Sheng's heart softened.

It only took a moment for his heart to soften, he stood there without moving, allowing Song Xi to hold on to his sleeve, sobbing loudly.

dad……

She yelled sentence by sentence, the lower the voice, the more uncomfortable it was like suffocating the throat.

It was only at this moment that George Sheng realized that she was only strong on the outside, no matter how calm she was on the surface, she could not withstand a serious illness behind her back.

In fact, he is not hard-hearted, recently let Yuan Bao say that he doesn't hate Song Xi so much anymore, she is just a woman, and now her only relative is in prison, the world outside will only make her more lonely It's just poor.

But for a while, Song Xi cried until the pillow was wet, and George Sheng couldn't break free, and he was afraid that something might go wrong with the needle on the back of her hand. He didn't want to cause trouble for himself, so he sat down on the side of the bed, letting her feel it. , he didn't want to leave.

Xu Shi felt George Sheng's relaxation, and Song Xi didn't pull hard anymore, but she was still crying, with her eyes closed and weeping.

George Sheng didn't look at her, but looked up at the medicine bottle on the hanger, thinking to himself, why does it take an hour for a bottle the size of a palm? How about he speed up the speed a little bit and make a quick decision?

Just as he was about to raise his hand to adjust the speed, he suddenly felt something warm around his waist, and George Sheng quickly lowered his head to look, only to find that Song Xi curled up and wrapped his arms around his waist under the quilt, with his face resting on him. On the thigh, facing the lower abdomen.

Her fever had not subsided completely, her body was scorching hot, like a stove, George Sheng looked down at her face, and many thoughts flashed through her mind for a second.

My first thought was, did she do it on purpose? Want to take the opportunity to climb into his bed?

The second thought was, what did Song Yuanqing tell her? Could it be that Song Yuanqing asked her to deliberately try to show her favor?

The third thought was that she was willing to take the initiative. She was really desperate, so she wanted to find a long-term meal ticket?

All the thoughts are that she has something for him. With George Sheng's temper, he should have waved her away without hesitation, regardless of whether she is true or false, whether she is dead or alive, but in fact...

He sat on the edge of the bed without moving, and he didn't even realize that there was a few seconds of blankness. He held his breath and seemed to be nervous.

But soon, George Sheng attributed all his unconventional ways to wanting to see how Song Xi would perform in the next step.

Anyway, the night was long, and he was bored to see what she could do.

The air conditioner was not turned on in the room, George Sheng was hugged by a big stove, and soon became a little hot, but Song Xi's body was still hot and cold. She huddled under the quilt, hugging George Sheng's waist, in a daze, she The person in front of her was Song Yuanqing, so while she was shedding tears, she said aloud: Dad, don't worry about me, I will take care of myself, eat on time, sleep on time, don't walk around at night, and I don't spend money randomly. Now, I want to save money to buy a house, buy a house with a garden, plant your favorite flowers in the garden, prepare the best tea set for you in the study, we will ride to the back door for noodles in the morning, and you will take me to the swing in the evening , When you come out, you will be old and cannot push me, I will push you in the future...

George Sheng was wearing silk pajama pants, and Song Xi's tears soon wet the thin layer of fabric, and it was as hot as if it fell directly on the skin of his thigh.

She was so sad that she trembled all over, and clutched the back of his pajamas tightly, I will also seriously look for a boyfriend. If you said that I have someone I like, I will bring it to you, but I am afraid that I will never find it again. It's someone you like, and you don't like Ah Yi...

She spoke intermittently, sometimes even illogically, saying something here and there, saying whatever came to mind, but George Sheng listened unconsciously and listened seriously, so when she said the word 'Ayi' When he was there, his instinctive curiosity was aroused by her.