Dear Mr. Shi

Song Qinghuan was in a daze, a trace of confusion flashed across her small face.

Immediately, her eyes widened in surprise: "Really?"

Shi Yu said coldly and indifferently: "Then don't ask."

"No, you promised just now." Song Qinghuan was anxious, and pulled his sleeves tighter without letting go. His sparkling eyes were full of begging and longing, and he cried weakly: "Shi Yuhan, Don't go back on it."

The soft voice, like a strong electric current, went straight to the spine.

Shi Yuhan's face softened unconsciously, but his tone was indifferent: "Talk to me, you never need to ask the truth or falsehood."

Song Qinghuan nodded. She knew that he was a big man's idea. She said nothing. She never doubted his physical ability. She just asked instinctively just now.

She thought about it quietly, and then said that at this moment she should ask aloud.

But she was surprised to find that she couldn't make a sound at all, and inexplicably felt that she shouldn't know what to say.

There was no sound for a long time, but Shi Yuhan's voice came over again in a heavy tone: "Huh?"

Feeling a dangerous pressure inexplicably, and the solemn atmosphere wrapped her up, Song Qinghuan suddenly became more nervous, and could not say a word.

"Want to ask me why I don't want to celebrate my birthday, why I hate others to mention my parents? Is it?" Shi Yuhan said coldly, and brought out what she wanted to ask.

Song Qinghuan's eyes were round, her face was a little stiff, like a robot, and she nodded very mechanically.

When the cold eyes moved away, he got up at the same time.

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the night view outside, and said lightly: "If you have witnessed a tragedy happen on your birthday, then you will hate birthdays and will not be willing to celebrate on this day. "

Song Qinghuan's heart sank suddenly.

Suddenly she didn't want to say it when Yuhan said, but she didn't regret asking, because she wanted to know more about him, and wanted to know the deepest secret in his heart.

"It's been too long, so long I have forgotten how things happened. I only remember my tenth birthday. They took me to play. On the way, a group of people stopped our car. In the gloomy mountain road, my father was with me. In front of my mother, she blocked a gun and lay on the ground. My mother was frightened and dragged me to run desperately, and finally rolled off the hillside.

I don’t know how long I slept. When I woke up, my mother was dying, but she was holding my hand tightly. I shook her desperately. She didn’t have any melons. I never knew a person. He was able to utter such a desperate and painful scream, and he was still a ten-year-old child! "

What he said was very calm, looking at the distance, the Buddha was looking at the distant and boundless past,

On the contrary, to listener Song Qinghuan, there was a huge surging wave in the water, his face became extremely pale, and his expression was terrified, and he murmured sadly: "Don't say it, don't say it, Shi Yuhan, don't say it. !"

She rushed over, keeping out the cold while hugging from behind, tightly.

Shi Yuhan shook her hand: "I was surprised. At the most desperate time, her mother woke up. She couldn't help but worry about her son who was in the wilderness. She supported her weak body and walked out of the mountain with him on her back!"

Maternal love is really great, then he really didn't know what kind of support his mother relied on to take him away.