The Governor is Sick

What young lady, who is it? Shen Ye almost thought he had heard it wrong, but Xia Houyu lingered in the corner of his lips with his eyes closed, and muttered in his mouth, "Miss."

It turned out that Xia Houzhen already had someone in his heart, someone he didn't know. I hid so carefully for so long that I dared to say it when I was unconscious. Shen Ye's mind was blank, a little bit of sorrow and anger struck his heart. He was red-eyed, holding Xia Houyi's neck and pressing him on the bed, and asked with a grudge, "Who is the young lady?"

Xia Hou knocked his head on the pillow, and gradually returned to his senses. He slowly tightened his hands around his neck. He felt a bit suffocated. He grabbed the hand subconsciously, and he opened his eyes, seeing the sinking gritted teeth.

He hesitated for a moment, but he didn't respond. Shen Lian's body with streaks of kisses smashed into his eyes, and a loud noise popped into his head. He slapped on the spot and even forgot to remove his hand that was still around his neck. What's going on here? He remembered that he drank, his body was hot, something was wrong, and there was ... he looked at Shen Chen in shock.

Shen Ye looked at his shocked look, and his heart hurt, and he got up from him silently, and got out of bed and put on his clothes. The white coat was pulled up from the shoulders, and the plum-like kiss marks were hidden underneath, as if a secret had been hidden in deep snow. He looked back at Xia Houyi coldly, and walked away. Xia Houyi reached out his hand to reach his wrist, but closed it back as if burned. He wanted to explain, but what? The facts were plainly in front of him, he bullied Shen Wei, and it was hard to cover the water.

He had a headache, and he was sitting on the bed, covering his head. When he lowered his head, he saw two deep red blood stains on the mattress, two very regular circles, one large and one small, like two clusters of small flames, which burned him. Eyes. He's not a stupid person who doesn't understand people. He knows where the blood comes from. He is finished, and he not only bullied Shen Ying but also hurt him. How can an arrogant man like him, who is struggling to hold his head up even when stepped in the mud, endure such humiliation?

Shen Yun didn't know how he came out of the house, and how he got on such a long corridor. The sound of rain was tide, and the dark night was covered with thin lines. The reflection of rain on the ground was shining, and he saw his dark shadow in that light.

"Godfather, godfather, what's wrong?" Shen Wenxing caught up with the button and caught up. He heard the sound and quickly got up. He was seeing Shen Ye walking out of the courtyard in a desperate manner, with a plain straight trunk on his body. I didn't know what was wrong.

Shen Yan's eyes can almost be described as dead silence. He looked at the heavy rain and just said: "Go and check, the women that Xiahou Chan has contacted, check them all, and screen out a woman named 'Miss Miss', and come back tell me."

Shen Wenxing left in a hurry, Shen Zhuan turned around and continued to walk. He didn't know where he was going, stopped and happened to be at the door of the study. He opened the door, crossed the threshold of entry, closed the door behind him, and pressed the door panel. sit down. The room was dark, only dim light came in from outside the window screen, and the rain outside was crackling against the windows, the sound of rain from all over the world.

Gong Shenxing came back in less than an hour. He didn't expect to find it so soon. He wasn't ready for it, as if a knife was hanging around his neck. He hadn't closed his eyes, and the knife was chopped. Come down.

"We found these letters at Master Xiahou's house, and went to the official post to question the postman. This 'Miss' was a Hangzhou clan, surnamed Zhao, who was pregnant before marriage, was kicked out of the house, and now lives at Lingyin Temple "Shen Wenxing shoved the letter through the crack in the door." The child is four or five years old. Adult Xiahou began to send money to the two of them from the beginning of the year and sent it three times. Godfather ... will send the factory guard to Hangzhou. Check again? "

"No need." Shen Yan's voice was husky and ridiculous. He opened the letters and looked at them one by one. The woman had extremely beautiful handwriting, and Xu Xu said that it was not easy these years. When he saw her calling Xia Houyi “潋 郎”, what kind of affectionate name did Xia Houyi call her? Perhaps there is a title that is too tired. He shivered and rubbed the letters in his palm, his heart as if torn open inch by inch, **** pain.

He sat in the dark and could not bear the heartache, but the pain was too strong, as if the three souls and seven souls were ripped apart. He wanted to hate Xia Houyi. He lied to him. Whatever the only family and what gave his life to him was deceiving. But he clearly knew that it was his moths who blame the fire. This was a catastrophic disaster, because he had to step in, and in the end he didn't have ashes.

He has no treasures. The treasures belong to others. He only has dust in his heart. He covered his face with a low smile, and smiled and became crying. He thought he was stupid and wept for such a thing. He wiped his tears with his sleeve, but the tears couldn't stop, like the river breaking the bank, pouring down his heart full of sorrow. Suddenly he didn't want to wipe, so he stopped and wept silently into the darkness.

"Godfight, there is something else." Shen Wenxing's voice suddenly sounded.

He didn't answer.

"Master Xiahou has been kneeling here for an hour. You ... would you like to meet him?"

There was still no sound. Shen Wenxing knew the answer, and turned to look into the rain. The man in black kneeled in the middle of the yard, soaking wet, his hair sticking to his face. Today's rain is too boundless, as if the water of the entire Tianhe River has fallen down, Xia Houyu kneels silently in the rain, like a reef that cannot speak.

"Master Xiahou, come again tomorrow." Shen Wenxing rushed into the rain to persuade him, "Godfather is angry, you wait for him to calm down, Minger will be fine!"

Xia Houyi slowly shook his head, his face filled with despair. He looked down at his hands, and suddenly began to slap himself. The left palm fan was replaced with the right palm, and the right palm fan was replaced with the left palm. A moment, the applause faintly passed into the wind, and was quickly buried by heavy rain.

"What are you doing!" Shen Wenxing grabbed his hand.

Xia Houyi pushed him away, continued to fan, and said, "I am a beast, I am a beast."

"What's the matter today? It's so good to be together on weekdays. It's a night's work, and it's a revenge?" Shen Wenxing was so anxious that he grabbed his heart and lungs, and got up from the ground to knock on the door. People promised that the lights weren't turned on. Both people inside and outside the door looked like lonely ghosts.

Xia Houyi stopped his hand and began to scratch his head. The rain splashed under his forehead, slowly turned into crimson, and flowed out along the gurgling water, like a sliver of Zhu Mo. He seemed to feel no pain, only the endless cold, which began to spread deep into his heart from the fingertips that touched the rain. What lingered in his mind was the shadow of Shen, the red marks on the pale body, and the light of his angry eyes.

He knew they were over, and he was no longer qualified to accompany him. He is a beast to be killed, and falling into Abi Hell cannot make up for the crime he committed.

I do n’t know how long it took, when the rain was gradually getting lighter, the door finally opened, a hole in the black hole, the candlelight inside lit up, and through the soft smoke on the door, the smoke was generally dim through the rain curtain. Shen Wenxing waved at him and motioned for him to get in. Xia Houyi got up from the rain, and the whole portrait was like a fish out of the river, dripping with dripping water. He wiped his face, stood a little dizzy for a moment, and almost didn't stabilize. He closed his eyes, took a heavy step to the threshold, and wrung out the water before entering the door.

After sitting in the case, Shen Yan lowered his eyes, his neckline didn't turn over, and a little red idea was exposed. Xia Houyan's eyes seemed to be burned a little, and he looked away in a panic.

Shen Wenxing closed the door, and only two of them were left in the large room. One stood wet, his hair was still dripping, and one was sitting, cold and expressionless, like an ice sculpture.

"Xia Houyi," Shen Yan pushed two yellow papers in front of Xia Houyi, adjusted his voice, and said, "This is your route guide and household registration. Do not go back to the East Factory tomorrow, you can go."

Xiahou stared blankly at the two thin papers, "Let's go?"

"I'm tired, I don't want to ..." Shen paused for a while, saying hardly, "I don't want to continue like this. Too tired, ten years, long enough, it's over. You don't have to What you blame, you are not wrong, it is me. You go, Xia Hou. "

He said this, his heart was crushed, and he didn't want to fight again, and he didn't have to fight. Long pain is worse than short pain, and he is not afraid of it. In this way, he felt better, raised his eyes, but met Xiahou's sad eyes, he looked at him so bitterly, like an abandoned lone wolf.

What does it mean? Shen Ye was sore in his heart that he had always been soft-hearted towards Xia Hou Ye. As long as he said something, his life could be taken for him. But why are you sad? Wouldn't it be good if he let him go to find the young lady and let his family reunite? He forced himself to smile, and said, "You don't take her over, it's jealous of Galan. It's okay, Xia Houyi, go to her. I'll give you a new identity, and you'll remain anonymous, and your big Miss, and your child, it ’s good to go anywhere. Just one point, never return to Beijing, never appear in front of me. "

Xia Houyi didn't speak for a long time, until Shen Li saw a drop of crystalline light passing in front of his eyes, hitting the green brick on the ground, and there was a very light sound.

Xia Hou was crying.

Shen Xuan was about to collapse, and the unexplainable distress and sorrow were layered on top of each other, as if the **** was about to break. Separation is always painful, he remembered their differences many years ago, in the alleys of Xiefu, in the silent palace. He clenched his fists and told himself that it didn't matter. It didn't matter. He would be okay. He was the secretary of Li Lijian, the Governor of the East Factory. What kind of injuries hadn't he suffered? What kind of injury treatment is not good?

He stood up and walked away. Bypassing the case of the book, Xia Houyi passed his shoulder, but his wrist was pulled by Xia Houyi. He made it, didn't make it. Xia Houyi's palm was very hot, roasting him like charcoal.

"Master, do you want to know who is the young lady?" Xia Houxi whispered. His voice was very dumb, as if rubbing a handful of sand into his throat, he could hardly hear the sound of the pattering rain.

Shen Yan wanted to say no, he didn't want to know the details of the woman at all. He thought of "Yang Lang", the private child, and just thinking about it was like he was choking his throat and it was hard to breathe.

But Xia Houyu said to himself, "Do you remember when the two of us met for the first time, you were hit by Xie Jingtao on the ground. I thought at the time that this little master was really weak and had a little strength to fight back. No, if I were, I would have knocked them all down. You look good, and I wonder if I can't hold my hands, it turns out to be a sissy. "He smiled tearfully, and continued," Later You still wanted to hit me, but I was hit on the ground again, and you cried. Do you remember?

"Later, I became your sister-in-law, washing the dishes every day, and washing the clothes for you. But you are too annoying, the clothes are too clean and you have to wash them again. I have to take a bath three times. I have n’t seen you like this for twelve years. So ... I secretly gave you a nickname. "

Shen Yan froze.

Xia Houyi took a breath and whispered softly: "Master, there are no women and no children, that is the love debt that Seventeen borrowed from my identity." He smiled bleakly, "The young lady is you, always It's all you."

At that moment, the rain faded, the world was silent, and Shen Ling could no longer hear other voices. In the long silence, he turned his head slowly and slowly, and looked sadly at Shang Xiahou.

"Sorry, Master, I like you."