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As soon as the doorbell rang, mother Zhang opened the door immediately.

"Zhang ma." Qin Youle cried happily. She looked at Zhang's mother as if she were looking at her mother.

"Youle." Zhang Ma hurried Qin Youle into the room and said happily, "Sir, Youle is back."

Qin Huai was not as excited as Zhang ma. He just nodded calmly.

"Miss, you talk to the master first. I'll cook for you. You can have dinner in half an hour." Zhang Ma patted the back of Qin Youle's hand and whispered, "haven't come for a long time. Talk to the master more."

"Yes." Qin Youle gently nodded and treated Zhang ma. She was never willing to speak loudly.

"Dad." Seeing mother Zhang into the kitchen, Qin Youle sat next to Qin Huai with a bag. "Dad, when I went shopping with Liang Yin last week, I bought you a scarf. See if you like it."

Qin Youle took out a gray scarf from the bag and handed it to Qin Huai.

"Youle, it's rare for you to have this heart." Qin Huai touched his scarf and said lovingly, "don't buy these things for Dad in the future. Dad doesn't worry about eating and wearing."

Qin Youle quietly put away the scarf.

"Youle, my father asked you to come back this time because he had something to ask you." Qin Huai patted the back of Qin Youle's hand and said earnestly, "did you hear what your uncle Sun said to you last time?"

"Dad, I know." Qin Youle lowered her head with guilt. She still didn't have the courage to face Qin Huai.

Although Qin Youle had long known that Qinhuai was going to ask about this matter and wanted to know how to deal with it on the road, she was still retreating when she really faced Qinhuai.

"You and song..."

"Dad, we really have nothing to do with each other." Qin Youle first denied, "we have nothing to do with each other. Now that I know his relationship with me, I won't be entangled with him."

"Really?" Qin Huai asked suspiciously, "Youle, this is no small matter. I don't want you to hide me."

"Dad, how could I hide you?" Qin Youle didn't dare to look Qin Huai in the eye. She looked at her watch and said, "I'll go and see if Mom Zhang needs help."

"Youle..."

Qin Youle quickened her pace and walked into the kitchen. She was afraid that if Qin Huai continued to ask, she would not help telling the whole story, and things would be in trouble at that time. She would rather choose a suitable time to break up with song Tingchen than break up with him under the interference of Qin Huai.

"Youle, why did you come in?" Seeing Qin Youle coming in, Zhang Ma hurriedly said, "there is a smell of oil smoke everywhere. You'd better not come in."

"It's all right. You can stay. Why can't I stay?" Qin Youle rolled up his sleeve and asked, "what do I need to wash? Do you want to wash these onions? "

"It's all washed." Mother Zhang touched the back of Qin Youle's hand and said painfully, "look, such a delicate hand can't touch water. Remember to wear gloves when you go into the water next time."

"Not so delicate." Qin Youle said with a smile, "I'm not a daughter. There's no problem doing some housework."

"Well, if you insist on doing it, help me cut the ginger into pieces." Zhang's mother looked at Qin Youle's hand and said, "be careful. Don't cut it."

"Mom Zhang, I smell the smell of fish." When Qin Youle spoke, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, "my mother used to like to make crucian carp Tofu Soup for me. I also feel particularly delicious every time. My mother's taste."

"Sir, I know you like it. I was told to buy fish this morning." Zhang Ma said lovingly, "Youle, it's not easy for you to come back. You should talk more with your husband. In fact, your husband misses you very much."

Qin Youle stopped the action in her hand. She didn't know that Qin Huai missed her, but every time the topic between them was inseparable from Song Tingchen. She really didn't know how to face it.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Qin Youle continued to cut onions.

Although Zhang's mother cooked a table of food, Qin Youle only ate a little.

At dinner time, Qin Huai didn't speak, Qin Youle didn't speak, and the atmosphere was very embarrassing.

After eating a small bowl in a hurry, Qin Youle went upstairs to see Wu Huizhen.

Wu Huizhen's room is very clean and tidy. There is nothing else in the bedroom except a bed, a table and a chair, so the room looks empty.

Wu Huizhen lay quietly in bed. Because there was no sunshine all year round, her skin was morbid white. Muscles have also begun to shrink, and people are very thin.

"Mom!" Qin Youle sat down. She took Wu Huizhen's hand and pasted it on her face. "Mom, I haven't seen you for a long time. Do you miss me?"

In the empty room, only Qin Youle's voice seemed more lonely.

"I've been busy with the crew recently, so I've been very busy and didn't come to see you." Qin Youle continued, "do you remember Liang yin? She went abroad this week. I'm very worried about her. I don't know how she is going abroad alone. Mom, I miss you so much that I almost forget your voice. "

Wu Huizhen still lay motionless in bed. She wouldn't even blink her eyelashes.

"Mom, it's winter again." Qin Youle covered Wu Huizhen's hand with both hands and murmured, "your hands are so cold, and my hands and feet are also cold. I remember that you always put my feet into your armpit before. You said it wouldn't freeze me like this. How good it was at that time."

Qin Youle smiled and flushed his eyes.

"Youle, can dad come in?"

Qin Huai's deep voice sounded outside the door.

Qin Youle quickly wiped her eyes with her sleeve. She took a deep breath and said calmly, "come in."

Qinhuai brought a glass of orange juice: "Mom Zhang squeezed it for you. Look at you outside. You're skinny."

After receiving the orange juice, Qin Youle took a gulp, and the aroma of the orange immediately spread in his mouth.

Qin Youle lifted a long smile and said, "Dad, you know, I haven't been fat since I was young. I'm not hungry and thin outside. Every time you come back, you have to say that I am thin. In fact, there is no change, but I still don't look like this. "

"You!" Qin Huai fondly rubbed Qin Youle's forehead.

After they looked at each other and smiled, they turned their eyes to Wu Huizhen.

"Your mother has been lying like this for many years." Qin Huai sighed, "you've grown up and I'm old, but your mother still looks so beautiful. It seems that she hasn't changed at all."

Qin Youle reached out and stroked the bangs in front of Wu Huizhen's forehead: "my mother cut off one of her long hair. If she was conscious, she might be unhappy."

Before the accident, Wu Huizhen had long hair like ink. After becoming a vegetable, in order to take care of convenience, Zhang Ma cut Wu Huizhen's long hair.

Qin Huai stared at Wu Huizhen for a long time. He asked sadly, "Youle, you said that we stubbornly want to leave your mother in this world. Is she happy or sad?"

Qin Youle suddenly remembered the scene when she was crying in the hospital.

"Although I don't know whether my mother is happy or unhappy, I know that my mother has read to me in recent years." Qin Youle gently rubbed Wu Huizhen's face and said sadly, "Dad, I've given you a lot of pressure in recent years."

Qin Huai looked at Qin Youle. He paused and asked, "You Le, do you think your father blames you?"

"Dad, I know. At that time, I stubbornly wanted to leave my mother..."

"Youle," Qin Huai interrupted with a wave, "Youle, since my mother and I have you, I have never thought of marrying another woman. Even if your mother is gone, I will not marry another woman. In dad's heart, no one is more important than you and your mother. "

Qin Youle raised his eyes and looked at Qin Huai. He didn't speak for a long time. In fact, because Qin Huai wanted to give up Wu Huizhen, Qin Youle always had a grudge in his heart and felt that Qin Huai was indifferent.

"Youle, your mother gave birth to you for me. You don't know how grateful I am to her." Qin Huai stared into Qin Youle's eyes and said seriously, "at that time, I didn't want your mother to suffer."

"Dad..." Qin Youle buried her head in Qin Huai's leg. She murmured, "I'm sorry, I've been wrongly blaming you."

"Silly boy." Qin Huai painfully rubbed Qin Youle's hair.

Although Qin Youle was distressed, Qin Huai still didn't forget the purpose of his visit.

"Youle, there's one thing my father still wants to ask you." Qin Huai picked up Qin Youle's shoulder. He looked at her and asked, "Youle, what I want to ask, I think you should understand."

Qin Huai's eyes were burning, and Qin Youle dared not face them directly.

"Dad, I know what you want to ask." Qin Youle lowered his head and whispered, "I've told you again and again. Why don't you believe it?"

"Youle, you haven't lied since you were a child." Qin Huai always stared at Qin Youle and explained, "from small to large, as long as you have ghosts in your heart or want to lie to me, you will unconsciously avoid my eyes."

Qin Youle silently clenched her fist. She summoned up the courage to stare into Qin Huai's eyes and said, "Dad, I really didn't lie to you. Song Tingchen and I really have nothing to do with each other."

"Youle, I want you to look at your mother and say that." Qin Huai holds Qin Youle's hand and lets her face Wu Huizhen.

"Dad!" Qin Youle tried to break free from the shackles of Qinhuai, "Dad, what are you doing!"

"Youle!" Qin Huai scolded, "Qin Youle, if you really don't have a ghost in your heart, you will tell your mother that you have nothing to do with song Tingchen now and in the future."

Looking at Wu Huizhen's closed eyes, Qin Youle struggled harder.

"Dad..." Qin Youle struggled, "Dad, you let me go and hurt me."

Qin Huai refused to let go. He insisted, "Youle, you must give me a promise today."

Tears fell from Qin Youle's face drop by drop.