Song Qingyou didn't speak, but Gu Bai could already see from her expression that the other party must know.

Gu Bai leaned on the car, his long legs slightly bent, and skipped the question: "Why did you think of coming to Yalin Villa? Didn't you hate this place the most before?"

He pulled his lips and said, "Song Qingyou, sometimes I'm actually quite curious. You've watched him jumping around in front of you for so many years without doing anything. What do you think in your heart is that there is such a loyal stupid dog around you all the time?

, I have a unique sense of superiority.”

Gu Bai had wanted to say these words for a long time.

He knows better than anyone what Fu Wenzhou has done to himself in the past three years. From Gu Bai's perspective, he will naturally not consider the hatred Song Qingyou has shouldered. He only cares about his brother.

The cold wind blew, and a few drops of snow fell from the sky, falling on Song Qingyou's shoulders.

It seemed like a long time passed, or maybe only a few seconds passed.

Song Qingyou slowly raised her eyes: "I don't hate here, nor do I hate Fu Wenzhou. I don't come because I don't want him to suffer unnecessary criticism. I'm different from you. My life has been planned from the moment I was born.

Time, my teacher said I only have five years left to live at most."

Her voice was soft and the order of words was very slow: "Fu Wenzhou is different from you. You can change your girlfriends and fall in love with you at will. If you break up today, you can find a new one tomorrow. He can't do that. There is only me in his world.

I’m the only one left.”

Gu Bai remained silent. He knew that this was not Song Qingyou's narcissism, but a calm statement of the facts.

Song Qingyou continued: "If I die, have you ever thought about what will happen to him?"

Gu Bai was startled. He had indeed never thought about this matter. In his opinion, people can live without anyone, and the earth will not stop spinning just because of someone.

But what about Fu Wenzhou?

He regards Song Qingyou as his life and loves her so much. What should he do if Song Qingyou dies?

Gu Bai suddenly remembered that Song Qingyou was seriously ill before, and he went to the mountains and forests to pray for Buddha, which caused him to become hypothermic.

His eyebrows were furrowed.

Song Qingyou smiled bitterly: "Gu Bai, he is only 21 years old, and he will only be 26 years old five years later. What do you want me to do to him at that time? Be with him? I want to ask you, do you think it is love?

Is it more painful, or is it more painful to have it and then lose it, the despair of being separated forever from now on?"

Gu Bai was completely speechless.

If you can't love, you may only have hate, but hate can support a person's survival.

But after gaining and losing, and watching the person he loved most die in front of his own eyes, Fu Wenzhou couldn't survive.

Gu Bai opened his mouth, and the cold wind poured into his throat, making his voice a little hoarse: "Then now, why did you agree to be with him again?"

Song Qingyou smiled: "Have you found Master Yunfang?"

Gu Bai was stunned for a moment and suddenly understood.

I didn't agree before because I had no hope, but later I agreed because I saw hope.

Even if this hope was extremely slim, she was still willing to give Fu Wenzhou a try.

What if?

What if we find Master Yunfang?

What if her illness can still be cured?

Gu Bai had mixed feelings in his heart. He didn't mean anything else, but he had held these words in his heart for too long. He couldn't get over this hurdle if he didn't say it out. Once he said it out, Song Qingyou explained it, and it was nothing.

Gu Bai looked at Song Qingyou's pale and fragile face, and suddenly he couldn't bear to tell her.

He was afraid that Fu Wenzhou would go crazy and couldn't bear it, so he wanted to communicate with Song Qingyou directly, but now, his throat was dry and he couldn't say a word.

Seeing his expression, Song Qingyou's eyes darkened, and her voice was cold: "I'm still dead if I haven't found him."

Gu Bai was silent for a long time before he spoke again. He didn't know whether it was because of the cold or something else, but his throat was slightly bitter: "I found his tombstone."

Song Qingyou was a little stunned, and her eyes were a little confused. After a long time, her black pupils slowly regained focus.

Oh, it turns out that God will not give her special privileges.

It took a long time for Song Qingyou to find her voice. It seemed a little cold. Her shoulders trembled and she said, "Don't tell Fu Wenzhou."

"Yes." Gu Bai agreed. Before Song Qingyou entered the house, he called her: "Yun Fang's tombstone is overseas. I don't know who set it up. I just learned the news. I will go there to see it in person tomorrow.

look."

Song Qingyou's spine stiffened slightly, her fingers tightened on the door, and she whispered: "Thank you."

"Youyou, it's been eleven minutes."

The door was closed, and Gu Bai heard Fu Wenzhou's deep voice coming from inside, a bit like a dog acting coquettishly with its owner.

Gu Bai was slightly startled, raised his head and glanced at the gray sky, and cursed in a low voice: "Fuck, you'd better keep Yun Fang alive."

A cold wind blew by my ears, and clusters of snowflakes flew down, like countless torn cotton tumbling down from the sky.

Under this heavy and deep sky, the flying winter snow may be a sign of hope for the coming spring.

Inside the house, Song Qingyou took off her coat and pushed Fu Wenzhou inside.

Song Chang was cooking in the kitchen, the servants were cleaning the room, and the porridge was nestled in Fu Wenzhou's arms. Everything looked peaceful and beautiful.

The window opened a crack at some point, and the biting north wind came in through the crack, making Song Qingyou shiver from the cold.

Upon seeing this, Fu Wenzhou immediately controlled the wheelchair to go to the window to close the window. Song Qingyou was a step ahead of him and stepped forward to close the window.

"What did Gu Bai tell you?" Fu Wenzhou asked in a low voice.

Song Qingyou pushed him, "I said you are childish and arrogant, have a bad temper, and are very clingy. Please let me bear with you more."

Fu Wenzhou: "..."

He was silent for a long time and held back a sentence: "That's all?"

"Otherwise?" Song Qingyou asked in a relaxed tone: "Fu Wenzhou, you really need to change these bad habits."

Fu Wenzhou finally believed it, and then complained: "When I'm with you, you only call me by my name every day. Why don't you give me a nickname?"

Song Qingyou was stunned: "What do you want me to call you?"

Seeing the discussion, Fu Wenzhou immediately climbed up the pole and said, "I want to hear you call me baby." He remembered that this was how Xu Zezhan's girlfriend called Xu Zezhan.
Chapter completed!