Life With You

On the road, the three of them were silent and speechless. When they arrived at the airport, Yuan Bao got off the bus first, and took the initiative to go to the trunk to take out both suitcases.

After boarding the plane and taking off very smoothly, if the only thing that made Song Xijue uncomfortable is that the person around him is George Sheng.

This is the first time she has stayed with George Sheng for so long. Both of them are dumb, and no one makes a sound. Yuan Bao is even more, he habitually follows George Sheng, George Sheng does not call him, he can hide himself into a transparent person.

On the plane, Song Xi couldn't help but pull out the blindfold from her bag. Three and a half hours of flying time made her sit side by side with George Sheng with her eyes open. It is estimated that she would be crazy.

In recent days, Song Xi hasn’t rested well. She was busy in the hospital during the day and had to fight with George Sheng at night. She couldn’t sleep for six hours a day, and she was in the kitchen when she closed her eyes. Cooking for him is nothing short of a nightmare.

Originally, Song Xi was wearing blindfolds just to escape. She didn't expect the plane to take off yet, she was already in a daze and was about to fall asleep.

In the dream, Song Xi saw herself when she was six or seven years old, wearing a beautiful pink dress with two princess braids, holding ice cream in one hand, and Song Yuanqing holding the other hand tightly. Father The women appeared at the door of Disney.

There is no Disney in Night City, her age...oh, it's Disney in Japan.

Song Xi splits herself into two parts, one is the self when he grows up, and the other is the self when he was six or seven in his dream.

She watched Song Yuanqing walk around the amusement park with her as a child, when Song Yuanqing was still young, a handsome guy with a standard smile, one big and one small walking on the road, many people would watch it.

This was the only time Song Yuanqing had time to take her abroad for fun. Song Xi pointed to the tall Ferris wheel in front of him and said she wanted to sit on it.

Song Yuanqing was afraid of heights and asked her if she dared to go up and sit on her own, Song Xi replied without hesitation: "Dare!"

Song Yuanqing easily bought a ticket for her at the ticket gate where there was no queue. Song Xi was very impressed in the dream. It was an adult ticket.

I don’t know when the third person’s perspective was switched to the first perspective. Perhaps when Song Xi received the adult ticket, she got into the Ferris wheel alone, and the staff who could not see her face locked the door for her.

While the Ferris wheel was slowly rising, she smiled and waved to Song Yuanqing, who was in the safe zone. Song Yuanqing was very young before, but now she was in her 50s. Song Xi was a little surprised, but she still smiled happily. So, no matter young or old, they are all people she knows, her father.

The father and daughter kept looking at each other like this. Suddenly, Song Xi saw a group of uniformed people coming from all directions. They violently grasped Song Yuanqing, and some people insisted on putting handcuffs on his hands.

Song Xi in the Ferris wheel was shocked, almost subconsciously stood up, slapped the glass door hard, and shouted: "Dad! Dad!"

The small carriage of the Ferris wheel bumped violently, as if it would fall down at any time. In the chaos, Song Xi grabbed the safety handle next to him, crying and shouting: "Dad!"

Her eyes widened. Someone pulled the blindfold in front of her. Song Xi stared straight ahead like this, with tears rolling in her eyes, and she was hysterical.

The lights in the first-class cabin were dim, and only a warm yellow light came from Song Xi's head. To be precise, it was the head of George Sheng beside him.

George Sheng held Song Xi's blindfold in his left hand and pressed it against the right wrist of her left arm.

The plane was turbulent, and the voice of the crew was heard in the broadcast, saying that it was an air current during the flight, telling everyone to stay in place and fasten their seat belts.

The picture in the dream was too real, Song Xi could only watch so many people bullying Song Yuanqing together, tears falling down her eyes, she slowly recovered and recognized that the thing in front of her was the back of the airplane seat. . It was a dream, but her emotions could not be free from the illusion.

George Sheng's wrist has been held tightly by Song Xi for more than ten seconds. He has been waiting for her to loosen it, but she didn't realize it. He first threw the blindfold on her lap, and then moved his right wrist. , Just as he moved, the small hand with slender fingers gripped harder, as if afraid he would run away.

George Sheng frowned and was already impatient. He glanced at her slightly, and said in a low voice, "I'm not your father."

George Sheng also knew that she had a nightmare, because she almost screamed in a low voice: Dad.

But he would never know what she saw in her dream, thinking she was a second-generation official who was used to living a good life, suddenly lost her asylum, just like the giant baby left behind, she would cry instinctively and call her father. .

In fact, with his words, Song Xi's piercing internal organs were stirring up painful.

She didn't know that she was grasping his wrist, and the feeling of her body was still in the dream. She grasped the safety handles as if grasping the last straw.

Instead of letting go, George Sheng was provoked by her increasingly vigorous reaction. Song Xi stared at some place in a daze, without looking at him. George Sheng looked at her uncomfortably for a while, and finally he had to do it himself. , To break her fingers one by one.

Song Xi was very stubborn. The more he tried to break it, the harder she buckled, like an octopus's foot, holding it tightly.

George Sheng didn't know that she was competing with the people in the dream who tried to take Song Yuanqing away. He thought she was sick, so he didn't have any pity for him. Didn't she pinch his wrist, he just buckled him. On her wrist.

Her slender wrist was not enough for him to grasp, he used five points, Song Xi immediately felt a burst of pain that he couldn't bear, and instinctively let go of his fingers.

George Sheng held her wrist and swung her whole arm to the side. He said in a disgusting tone, "Is it not in good spirits?"

Song Xi's left arm was laid on her leg, and there were clear fingerprints on her wrist that were too late to fade. She stared at the front seat back in a daze, letting her tears blur her vision, and large drops of tears flowed down her face.

George Sheng was in a irritable mood. He was still reading the magazine to pass the time, but now he simply raised his hand to turn off the overhead light. He closed his eyes in the dark, but his mind was still full of tears in her silence.

He has seen too many women crying, because of various reasons, some people are really wronged, some are just acting, but what is the difference? Crying can't solve any practical problems, so he thinks the woman who sheds tears is stupid.

But Song Xi's tears were not annoying, as if they didn't need someone to comfort her, and she didn't want to exchange her tears for anything, just like now, as long as George Sheng closes his eyes, he can ignore it.

George Sheng always misunderstood Song Xi. At this moment, he thought she was crying because of his attitude, but Song Xi was thinking that Song Yuanqing did not accompany her on the Ferris wheel in his dream, but in fact, when he was six years old, he With a severe fear of heights, she sat with her on the Ferris wheel for twenty-five minutes.