Chapter 87 (1/2)

George Sheng doesn't have the problem of turning people's things. He is just looking for something to pass the time, so he picked up a hardcover book that Song Xi put on the bedside table. As soon as the book was opened, it was not a page, but a photo album. The first one was a little doll with a round pink face. His pupils were dark, his eyes were clear, and he grinned at the camera, The curvature of his lips made him feel familiar.

Sure enough, there is a row of small words printed on the lower right corner of this photo: Xiao Xi, Bai tianshengrizhao.

Sitting on the sofa, Georges Sheng can't help looking at Song Xi again. It turns out that Song Xi could see today's shadow after a hundred days. But at that time, she had a round face with a fleshy face, unlike the standard oval face with a sharp chin.

Continue to turn down, the album is Song Xi's childhood photos, ranging from a hundred days to a teenager, as she grows up, the beauty body becomes more and more obvious.

In the photos, she is always smiling brightly. Whether at home, in the park or in any landmark place, her smile is like a unique symbol of herself, which will never be forgotten.

George Sheng didn't experience Song Xi's childhood, but she was so happy with her smile. Should she have a happy childhood? It's not like now. Laughter is all about acting.

This idea instinctively appeared in my mind, so that George Sheng stopped for a while, then his eyelids lifted and looked at Song Xi lying on the opposite bed.

Since they realized that now, he has seen her smile and cry, but without exception, in front of him, she always wears a mask, hiding the most real idea behind the mask. She is on guard against him, so whether she is happy or not, there is no need to convey it to him.

Just thinking about it, Song Xi, who was originally calm, suddenly frowned, and then shook her head uneasily. She should have had a nightmare. What happened in the dream made her shiver all over.

George Sheng put down the album, got up and came to the bedside. He called in a low voice, ”Song Xi.”

A useless, he called a: ”Song Xi.”

Song Xi falls into her own world. Tears rush out of her thick black eyelashes. She opens her lips slightly and asks for help like a small animal.

George Sheng frowned and couldn't wake her up, so he reached out and patted her face in an attempt to wake her up. However, Song Xi suddenly raised his hand and grabbed George Sheng's sleeve and called out in a low voice: ”Dad...”

She grasped him with so much strength, but her tears were closed, because suddenly, her white arm stretched out the quilt and lifted up the edge of the quilt. Georgeson frowned deeper, drew back his eyes from the mouth of the quilt, and turned to break her hand.

The harder he tried, the tighter Song Xi grasped. Even so, she didn't wake up. She raved and yelled: ”don't catch my dad, please, don't catch my dad...”

I don't know if it's her excessive exertion that causes the needle on the back of her hand to return blood, the red color is too harsh, or her voice reveals too much pity and helplessness. In a word, Georgeson's heart is soft.

Soft hearted just a moment, he stood in place did not move, let Song Xi dead tug at his sleeve, sobbing.

”Dad... Dad...”

She cried sentence by sentence, the smaller the voice, the more suffocating it was.