Ye Rong was familiar with the name of this hospital because most of the Shen family members who were sent to the hospital for Shen Yanqing stayed there.
This naturally includes Shen Yanqing's uncle, Shen Duo.
"Is your uncle feeling better?" the old lady asked casually.
"He will never get well in his life." His tone was light and gentle, and even sounded strangely soothing to my ears.
"…" Mrs. Shen's face darkened slightly when she heard his words, but she returned to her usual state in just a moment, "It's rare that you came to my side today."
Shen Yanqing smiled: "Today is my mother's death anniversary, how could I forget."
"…" Old Mrs. Shen tightened her grip on the cane, but she spoke calmly, like an ordinary elder: "Then you can go to the Buddhist temple to accompany your mother."
Before leaving, Old Madam Shen glanced at the young girl who looked out of place here. This young girl whom she had never taken seriously seemed different from the woman who had been with Shen Yanqing before.
Meeting her gaze, the young girl nodded slightly, then stayed quietly beside Shen Yanqing.
Ye Rong breathed lightly and pretended to be a transparent person. No wonder when she came out, Shen Yanqing looked at her a little differently than usual, but in the end he did not refuse her to follow.
Ye Rong glanced at Shen Yanqing, whose face showed signs of impending death and boredom, and did not make a sound to disturb him.
Shen Yanqing sat on the chair, his eyes fixed on the fragmented light that fell through the window lattice, not knowing what he was thinking. At that moment, he looked like a doll that was originally endowed with beauty and had been placed in a corner for a long time and covered with a layer of dust. He looked cold, beautiful and lifeless.
After a while, he seemed to finally remember what he was doing here. When he was about to get up, he looked at the little girl next to him. Shen Yanqing's eyes finally moved and he waved at her: "Come here."
"………" Seeing that he finally paid attention to her, Ye Rong's body moved before her brain. After realizing this, Ye Rong's expression became a little strange. This habit was too terrible.
But she still half-knelt in front of Shen Yanqing, who seemed to need something to divert his attention.
Ye Rong behaved very well and let the other person stroke her head gently.
"Just wait here for me."
"Yeah." Feeling that the atmosphere was different from usual, Ye Rong agreed obediently.
Shen Yanqing withdrew his hand and looked in the direction of the ancestral hall.
Although this behavior has no meaning to him, he still comes here on this day every year, even if he feels annoyed.
It was like he clearly hated the Hakuzokukan, but still came back here.
The moment Shen Yanqing withdrew his hand, Ye Rong subconsciously glanced at Shen Yanqing. At that moment, perhaps it was a ghost.
"Shall I accompany you?"
As soon as he said this, Ye Rong immediately regretted it.
Shen Yanqing's eyes fell on her face, his expression normal: "It's not a fun place."
"..." Ye Rong was a little surprised by Shen Yanqing's attitude. He didn't seem to resist, nor did he have any intention of stopping him. So, Ye Rong changed his words: "I don't want to be alone."
"what ever."
This was not the first time Ye Rong came to the ancestral hall. The last time, it was Old Lady Shen who invited her to come. To be honest, that experience was not a very good one.
The strong scent of sandalwood and incense and candles mixed together. I remembered that the last time I was brought in by Shen Yanqing, he disliked the smell of feces on my body. Now Shen Yanqing came in by himself.
This person hated strong smells so much, but he took the incense and candles with a calm expression and calmly sat in front of a tablet.
Ye Rong looked at the tablet, and the name appeared clearly in her eyes: Chen Yu.
Ye Rong didn't say a word throughout the whole process. She looked at Shen Yanqing and always felt that this person was a little torn, whether it was towards his mother Shen Yu or towards everything in the Shen family.
Ye Rong knew about Shen Yanqing's childhood experiences and everything he did in the Shen family from the special task office. During the time when he really came into contact with Shen Yanqing, Ye Rong could not see his hatred for someone in the Shen family. His mother Shen Yu suffered from intermittent schizophrenia. She had treated Shen Yanqing gently, and had also gone mad and wanted to kill Shen Yanqing, but Ye Rong could not see that he had strong sadness or obvious hatred for his mother Shen Yu. However, he did drive those people in the Shen family crazy with cruel means, including his uncle, the only one in the Shen family who took good care of him.
Shen Yanqing's attitude towards his uncle Shen Duo was more of annoyance. He was annoyed with everything here.
Ye Rong couldn't help but think of the last time she was invited to this place by the old lady of the Shen family. At that time, the old lady Shen said those meaningful words to Shen Yanqing -
"Even if you hate this place, you have never thought of leaving. Now you are the head of the Shen family. What else are you dissatisfied with?"
It's like self-abuse.
When this thought came to her mind, Ye Rong herself felt it was strange and inexplicable.
Thinking of Chen Yanqing's indescribable fatigue and his dying temperament as if the vitality had been drained away, it was as if he had lost interest in everything.
This is in line with Shen Yanqing's pure and simple personality.
Ye Rong sighed.
Is the system serious about this kind of strategy?
If she hadn't donated the system to the country, if she hadn't really wanted to get the system's rewards in exchange for national equipment, she might not have had such great determination and motivation.
Seeing Shen Yanqing looking at his mother's tablet, he didn't know whether it was because the place seemed a bit gloomy or because the snow was melting, his originally cold white skin was a bit paler than usual, but his whole person had no obvious emotional ups and downs, as if he was looking at a person who had nothing to do with him.
The dead are gone, and this was supposed to leave some memories for the living, but he obviously didn't like it here.
Ye Rong stepped forward: “Mr. Shen.”
The other party seemed not to hear her voice.
Ye Rong reached out and pulled his sleeve: "Are you okay?"
"..." Shen Yanqing turned his head slightly to look at the little girl beside him. He felt a little unhappy and was also surprised that she would interrupt him at this time.
Ye Rong seemed to be aware of something, and looked alert as if she was afraid of being scammed: "You don't look well. If you faint, I can't carry you."
Shen Yanqing: “…”
Soon, Shen Yanqing completely withdrew from his emotions.
He said, "Let's go."
Leave the ancestral hall.
In the sunlight, the snow is so white that it is somewhat dazzling.
The wind in my face was bitingly cold, but standing in the sunlight, the biting cold became less unbearable.
They washed their hands at the sink, and after they ran through the dryer, Ye Rong felt some feeling in her hands.
When preparing to go back home, Ye Rong did not see the old lady of the Shen family again. Thinking of the ambiguous conversation between the old lady and Shen Yanqing before, it seemed that the old lady was very angry.
Ye Rong walked back side by side with him.
Chen Yanqing looked a little pale and coughed a few times. Ye Rong looked at him and subconsciously reached out to support him.
The force from the arm was very light, and Shen Yanqing looked at the little girl beside him.
Probably aware of his gaze, Ye Rong raised her head and blinked. When she hesitated to take her hand back, she felt a cold touch on the back of her neck and she instinctively wanted to hide, but the other party exerted a little force and Ye Rong's whole body wilted.
Then he heard Chen Yanqing sigh:
"You're warm."
Ye Rong endured it, the hand pinched her neck like an ice cube, and moved to the side of her neck, making her want to shiver. She couldn't help it and looked at him: "Do you dare to let me warm up too?"
Although his words were respectful and honorific, his expression and tone showed his dissatisfaction thoroughly, and he was just short of scratching him.
The worried but vigilant look in the ancestral hall before, where his words and deeds were inconsistent, were exactly the same as now. Shen Yanqing laughed softly.
"Let me warm you up?" Shen Yanqing grabbed her cold hand, his low and hoarse voice carrying a hint of meaning, coupled with his unconsciously seductive tone, carrying a hint of eroticism for no reason.
Ye Rong was stunned, as if she was scalded, and pulled her hand away: "That's not necessary."
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