Chapter 787 Song Yingzhu's Pride

Ye Mo thought that Song Yingzhu also rented a house not far from the middle school, but when the taxi driver drove the car to the suburbs, Ye Mo realized that the place where his daughter went to school and the place where he lived were actually so far away. But he soon understood what was going on. With Song Yingzhu's economic conditions, he absolutely couldn't afford to rent a house in the urban area.

He didn't even dare to use his spiritual sense to find Song Yingzhu, he didn't know what happened to Song Yingzhu now.

After getting off the car, when Yimo pulled Ye Mo to the door of a private house, Ye Mo froze for a moment. A white-haired woman was struggling to carry a bucket of water, and she seemed to be carrying the water to the stove. But her footsteps showed that her strength was a little bit behind, and the water kept splashing on the ground.

Is this Song Yingzhu? The cold beauty back then? Ye Mo suddenly felt even more sour and guilty. If it wasn't for the vaguely pretty and familiar face of this white-haired woman, if it wasn't for her inherently indelible pride, Ye Mo would even wonder if the frail woman in front of him was the former Song Yingzhu.

The woman who was at the beginning of the Xuan level at the beginning, is now not even at the Huang level, and still has internal injuries that have not healed.

The beautiful girl who was the proud daughter of heaven back then, now has white hair like silver, rough hands, and vain feet.

But she is only in her thirties.

The reason why Song Yingzhu became like this, Ye Mo knew that it was all because of him. If it wasn't for her to raise her daughter Yimo, how could she be in such a poor life? And Ye Mo also knows that the reason why she is like this, maybe there is a kind of guilt and self-blame in it.

Ye Mo is the enemy of her Song family, but she gave birth to a daughter for the enemy. Even if she knew that the Song family had forgotten her long ago, she still had a wall in her heart. She secretly hid here and let herself torture her wounds, and she was unwilling to tell others who she used to be.

Perhaps when she left Luo Yue to raise Yimo, she had already had the will to die. The only thing he cares about is his daughter Yimo.

"mom……"

Yimo's cry woke up Song Yingzhu who was carrying water. She looked up in surprise. Ye Mo's face came into her eyes.

With a bang, the wooden bucket in Song Yingzhu's hand fell to the ground and fell down, splashing water everywhere. Soon water was running through the house.

She froze, Ye Mo and Yimo walking towards her holding hands became more and more blurred, she seemed to have seen such a scene in dreams countless times. But when it really appeared now, it gave her an extremely unreal feeling.

"sorry,

Yingzhu, I'm thirteen years late..." Ye Mo's voice rang in Song Yingzhu's ear.

Song Yingzhu suddenly felt that her eyes were becoming more and more blurred. She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything. This time it's not a dream, it's real, it's real Ye Mo is here.

She breathed a sigh of relief, finally relieved. Yimo finally found her father, so she can feel at ease in the future. She kept describing her father with Yimo every time, and kept talking about Ye Mo every time. Every time it is said that Dad will appear suddenly. Just for this day. Let Yimo's heart have long left the shadow of his father, now it seems. Her painstaking efforts were not in vain, Yimo and her father were as affectionate as if they had been together since childhood.

Song Yingzhu's lips trembled, but he still didn't say anything.

"Mom, what's the matter with you? Dad is back." Yimo looked at her mother as if something was wrong, and subconsciously added another sentence.

Song Yingzhu finally smiled, and her expression returned to normal, "Yimo, you must listen to your father's words from now on."

After finishing speaking, Song Yingzhu finally looked at Ye Mo and said in a trembling voice, "The water splashed on me, I'm going to change clothes."

"Father, mother, she..." Even Yimo felt that her mother seemed a little strange. Usually, her mother kept telling her about her father, but today her father came back. Why doesn't her mother have much to say? And the meeting was not as exciting as she had imagined.

In her heart, the relationship between mother and father is very good, but why does it seem that they don't look like each other?

Ye Mo watched Song Yingzhu walk into the room and close the door guiltily. When she took off her clothes and began to change, he withdrew his consciousness.

"Dad, I'm going to cook. Just let me clean the kitchen." Yimo saw that there seemed to be something wrong between her father and mother. She took the initiative to say these words to let her father spend more time alone with her mother. a while.

Of course Ye Mo knew what his daughter was thinking. He stroked Yimo's hair and said softly, "Okay."

...

Song Yingzhu changed into a set of clothes from that year, and looked at it again and again in front of the mirror.

After a while, she sighed and said: "You are still the same as before, I am already old... I am relieved that Yimo found you..."

After speaking, she took out a dagger from under the bed, rubbed her eyes in the mirror, and inserted it into her throat without hesitation.

She, Song Yingzhu, is also a proud woman, she doesn't want her man to see her gray hair, she doesn't want to expose herself in front of him like this.

She knew that he had two wives who were as beautiful as heaven, and she also knew that the woman he liked was not her, and she also knew that he was able to find Yimo not because she came here on purpose, but by accident.

Her pride was that she would not let her appearance be exposed in front of his beautiful wife, and her pride was that she did not want her appearance to put him in a dilemma.

She is Song Yingzhu, Song Yingzhu was also a proud and beautiful woman back then, and she is still a proud woman now. The hardships of the years can deprive her of her youth, but cannot deprive her of her inner pride and nobility.

Her love does not need pity and charity, and when Yimo has a destination, she has no worries.

Although the dagger in Song Yingzhu's hand was very sharp, it didn't penetrate her throat, and he grabbed her dagger with one hand.

There was blood flowing from the dagger, and Ye Mo had no luck preventing himself from being injured. He felt that he owed Song Yingzhu, and it was only right and proper to shed some blood for her.

"Yingzhu, you are so stupid. Since we met again, it is the fate of the past. Why is it like this?" Ye Mo's tone was a little low, and he felt very uncomfortable. He understood Song Yingzhu's thoughts, but he didn't know How should I comfort her. He could easily restore Song Yingzhu to his previous appearance, but the trauma of the past ten years cannot be repaired by a single surface.

"Ah, how is your hand?" Song Yingzhu grabbed Ye Mo's hand, and when the blood flowed from Ye Mo's hand, she had already forgotten her pride. The next moment, she just wanted to find something to help Ye tie up.

At this moment, she completely forgot who Ye Mo was, how could this little injury do anything to him? It seems that Ye Mo's injury is more serious than what she just did. Because Yimo will follow her father in the future, her father cannot be hurt.

Under the circulation of Ye Mo's true energy, the small wound on his hand healed quickly. He reached out and hugged Song Yingzhu into his arms, and slowly began to gather her white hair.

Song Yingzhu froze for a moment, an inexpressible pain rose from the bottom of his heart. For more than ten years, except for Yimo, she has no relatives. For more than ten years, she has been living in various places, and she has no home. For more than ten years, she has thought about being able to lean in his arms countless times, and today it has become a reality.

She cried. At this moment, she felt as fragile as a child. At this moment, she understood that in front of him, pride was just a layer of pain deep in her heart.

The hesitation she felt when she hurriedly left his wedding scene more than ten years ago with crying memories has disappeared without a trace at this moment. It seems that as long as he comes, those grievances can be melted away.

She had never loved, and she didn't know if it was love, but when he pushed her out of the tomb that was about to explode, she had already remembered his shadow, and at that time, she had no hatred. She still remembered her heartfelt joy when she learned that Ye Mo was fine.

When she knew that she already had Yimo, his shadow became more and more clear in her heart, and finally there was no way to erase it. Although the scene in the tent under the snow mountain was very shy, and although she had no way to control it at all, when she had Yimo, she had no regrets, and even thought of it often.

It's a pity that there are too few stories between her and him, and she has no way to tell her daughter too much about the things between them.

"Ye Mo, I'm not good enough for you anymore, I'm old..." Song Yingzhu moaned deep in her heart, but she couldn't say it out, she didn't want to leave her daughter, and she didn't want to leave Ye Mo either.

"You're not old." Ye Mo said slowly as if he knew her inner voice.

Ye Mo's voice was deep and deep, "That year, I just came here. In order to find a medicinal material, I went to the Taklamakan Desert. That night, I stood alone on Lop Nur deep in the desert. I thought I remembered a story I saw in the library, that story was called 'Tears like Milan, white hair and silver sand'. After I thought of this story, I stood there for a long time."

Song Yingzhu seemed to be attracted by Ye Mo's words, her trembling gradually calmed down, but her arms around Ye Mo became tighter. She didn't understand what Ye Mo meant when he just came here, and she didn't understand why he dared to go to Lop Nur alone.

"Milan misses Rob Nur. Overnight, her white hair turned white, and tears flowed into a river. Her white hair turned into silver sand. For Milan, at least Rob Nur knew that Milan missed him. But I, unexpectedly I don't know that there is still a woman in this world thinking about me with my daughter, her hair has turned into silver sand, but I don't know at all..."

Ye Mo's voice was low and full of guilt. He was a man with a temperament, and he acted directly from his heart. He was really guilty of Song Yingzhu. He grabbed Song Yingzhu's rough hand and expressed his heart for the first time.

"Ye Mo..." Song Yingzhu could no longer restrain his inner thoughts, Ye Mo's chest was already wet with tears.

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