The momentary emotional outburst is over, and I can finally think calmly.
After Rong Boye gave Song Xiang the medicine, he stood up from the chair beside her, but still closed his eyes to relax.
Song Xiang looked at it and couldn't help but feel nervous. He opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally called "Mr. Rong."
"Are you okay?"
Rong Boye opened his eyes and looked down at her, "Can you leave?"
Song Xiang nodded and wanted to stand up by himself.
Rong Boye held her shoulders, then turned around, turned his back to her and lowered his body, "Come up."
Song Xiang was slightly startled, then shook his head, "No, no, no, I can leave by myself."
Rong Boye smiled and turned his face sideways, "Are you worried that I won't be able to carry you when I get old?"
"no!"
You are not old at all.
She was worried about his health. He couldn't even bear pollen, so how could he be affected?
"Hurry up, bending down is very tiring." Rong Boye urged.
Song Xiang hesitated for a moment, then stood up and looked at the person in front of him, still a little uncomfortable.
He tried to get closer, his hand fell on Rong Boye's shoulder, and he backed away.
"No, I can leave."
Rong Boye sighed, straightened up, and looked at her for a moment.
"Sit down and rest for a while."
Song Xiang nodded and sat down again.
Silence.
"Were you painting just now?"
"Um."
Rong Boye glanced at her chin and removed a band-aid.
"Look up."
Song Xiang did as he was told.
The band-aid was put on, and she hissed in pain.
Rong Boye thought that he would have to let the doctor take a look later.
Song Xiang calmed down and thought about the question he asked just now, which seemed a bit excessive.
"Are you drawing...your wife?"
Rong Boye did not answer, but threw away the trash and brought the unfinished painting and the drawing board to Song Xiang.
Although it is not finished, the outline is clear and you can see who it is.
He sat down next to Song Xiang, with nothing to show or cover.
Song Xiang took one look and immediately recognized that it should be her.
Rong Boye said nothing and continued painting, glancing at her midway through the painting.
Song Xiang sat quietly and suddenly asked: "In which hospital did your wife... give birth to her child?"
Rong Boye's pen tip paused for a moment before continuing, "Linhai City, Renhe."
Sure enough, it's true.
Song Xiang clasped his hands together and groped carefully.
She also wanted to ask for other details, but Rong Boye had already started to say: "I was too flamboyant when I was young. I offended many people, and it was all retribution on my family."
Song Xiang's heart tightened, hearing the despair and regret in these words.
She turned her face sideways and looked at Rong Boye secretly.
When I first saw him, I was just amazed at how good-looking he was for his age. But now, seeing him, every inch of him was bloody and tearful.
She works so hard to maintain her appearance, just waiting for someone.
"When did you know that I... knew that my daughter was lost?"
"Recently."
How did you survive all these years?
Song Xiang compared her feelings with hers. She and Xu Shuyan had been dependent on each other since she was a child. Apart from the hardships in life, there was nothing else. It was only recently that she realized that she was not her biological child.
Compared with Rong Boye, he once had the most beautiful things in the world. How painful it must be to suddenly lose everything and be alone for more than 20 years.
When I thought about it, the little bit of resentment disappeared.
After all the negative emotions settle down, the heaviest and thickest thing is joy.
I was ecstatic, unbelievable, and even thought it was a dream.
When Rong Boye wasn't paying attention, she raised her hand and pinched her face.
"hiss--"
Rong Boye noticed her movements and restrained himself from smiling too obviously.