Rebirth: Make a fortune and raise a daughter

Why is it so difficult for people to live in this world? !

She just likes someone, what's wrong with her?

She didn't cause any trouble to that person, nor to anyone else. Why can't the whole world tolerate her?

Why does she want to live in this world?

Ye Liuli cried so hard that her head was like a paste and she couldn't think.

"Ye Liuli!"

With a nervous cry, Ye Liuli saw a figure in her eyes with tears, and the last ray of sunshine in the sunset was blooming behind the figure.

He was covered in sunshine and ran towards her.

Even through his tearful eyes, he could clearly see that it was Xia Canyang.

"Ye Liuli, I'm sorry."

Xia Canyang, who came to Ye Liuli, first apologized, then took a deep breath, held up a palm-sized piece of jade in front of Ye Liuli, and shouted, "Ye Liuli! Your royalties are more than 2000 yuan. Shu Xiaoqiao took it all! Hundreds of thousands of kudzu powder! It’s all going to go bad!”

Ye Liuli was stunned and didn't understand what he was doing. Suddenly her head throbbed and a burning sensation suddenly ignited in her lower abdomen, sweeping through her whole body in an instant.

After Xia Canyang finished speaking, he put the jade jade on Ye Liuli's forehead.

The jadeite magically emits a burst of white light and disappears on Ye Liuli's forehead. The moment the white light disappears, Ye Liuli faints on the chair.

Xia Canyang reached out to catch Ye Liuli's head with quick eyes and hands. His eyes were full of heartache and extremely complicated, "Ye Liuli, I'm sorry. I never thought I would use this method. I'm sorry..."

In fact, when he learned that Ye Liuli had lost his memory and completely forgotten him, he couldn't accept it, so he went to see Zhang Jun. Zhang Jun read through countless ancient books, but he finally found a way.

Because her amnesia is essentially caused by damage to the soul. If she wants to restore her memory, she needs to tell her the things that mattered most to her when she lost her memory when she was most sad, desperate and uncomfortable, using a large piece of jade. , patted her forehead, and recited the spell silently, giving her a chance to repair her soul and regain her memory.

Xia Canyang confirmed many times whether there would be any danger.

He wouldn't do it if it was even remotely dangerous.

However, Zhang Jun gave a very definite answer. There would be no danger at all. The worst result is that the memory cannot be restored. If she comes back a few times when she is desperate, she will definitely be able to restore it.

He couldn't even protect his beloved girl, so how could he be willing to make her despair and sad?

So after more than half a month, Xia Canyang didn't want her to be harmed at all, apart from being stabbed in the heart every day by the amnesiac Ye Liuli.

Today was really just an accident.

He didn't expect that Ye Liuli would like Yan Yan so much. He could feel her despair.

Almost as soon as he reacted, he immediately called Ye Fan and asked him to leave first. After he finished tutoring Ye Liuli, he would send Ye Liuli back.

Ye Fan, who had been angry and grumpy with the original Ye Liuli these days, heard this and left on his motorcycle without saying a word.

Then there was that scene at the beginning.

Xia Canyang picked up Ye Liuli and looked at the girl with her eyes tightly closed in his arms, feeling extremely uneasy.

When he met Ye Liuli, he really experienced all the emotions in his life.

The moment she was sure that he liked her, she became his weakness and weakness.

He was extremely frightened by her unfamiliar eyes.

Ye Liuli, don’t forget me, please.

Xia Canyang gently wiped the tears on Ye Liuli's face, covered her head with his coat, hugged her out of the school without hesitation, and got into a car waiting at the door.

"Uncle Jin, let's go to the old house."

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Xia Canyang said coldly and hugged the girl in his arms tightly.

Uncle Jin just looked in the rearview mirror at Xia Canyang, who was holding the person in his arms like a treasure. After being shocked, he quickly started the car and drove out.

The car roared past, passing by Yan Yan who was desperately running back.

After Yan Yan left angrily, the more he thought about it, the more unhappy and panicked he became. He said goodbye to a bunch of his brothers and waited not far from the school gate. From time to time he looked at Ye Fan, who was also waiting outside the school gate smoking a cigarette, and from time to time he looked at the school. door.

He wanted to see Ye Liuli come out before leaving.

Until Ye Fan left on his motorcycle, he didn't see Ye Liuli come out.

He panicked even more. Just as he was about to get up and walk to the school gate, he saw the classmate on duty walking over.

Without saying a word, he stopped the classmate on duty and asked him if he was the last one to leave. When he learned that Ye Liuli was still crying in the classroom, he cursed angrily, turned around and ran towards the school gate.

That was the question that happened to miss the scene of Xia Canyang carrying Ye Liuli into the car.

Perfect, missed.

Yan Yan ran to the classroom and looked at the unlocked and empty classroom. He was full of panic, fear and at a loss as to what to do.

Already gone? She must have been avoiding him...

He always felt that he had lost something.

But what is it? He couldn't tell.

He slowed down, walked to Ye Liuli's desk, and gently helped up his own desk that he had kicked down, but his eyes remained on the magazine spread out on Ye Liuli's desk, that big puddle. The traces soaked with tears hurt his heart.

At that moment, he seemed to understand something.

He sat on Ye Liuli's desk, picked up the magazine, and carefully read the extremely clever and moving text.

Either laughing or thinking.

He was sure that it was written by Ye Liuli. He had seen her write it before, but she didn't see him behind her. She wrote it word by word with a smile on her face, and kept mumbling to herself, and occasionally frowned. Ichiban.

At that time, he thought this girl was very interesting. Sometimes when she wasn't paying attention, he would take out her novel and read the follow-up. After reading it, he would put it away as it was.

It wasn't until later that he saw that it was him who was writing this. He couldn't control his beating heart and couldn't control his emotions for the first time. This was absolutely not allowed.

He was annoyed with this girl who made him unable to control his emotions, and he decided to stay away from her. Even if she inexplicably provoked and was bullied and abused by a group of his brothers, he would just watch with cold eyes and not even speak to dissuade her.

But it was undeniable that more and more of his eyes fell on her.

He liked to see her eyes falling on him, fierce and crying.

Until she suddenly became cold, there was no trace of him in her eyes.

It was as if she no longer liked him and he was just an insignificant person.

He is at a loss.

One day, he was beaten because a boy stood up for her.

He thought it was ridiculous, but he didn't have any temper at all. He did bully her and hurt her because of his bad taste.

In those days, his temper was almost ignited at a moment's notice, and he was extremely irritable.

And suddenly one day, he saw a familiar light in her eyes, and saw the novels she had written about her confession to him in the magazines circulated in the class, and his mood, which had been gloomy for a long time, suddenly became happy.

Everyone said it was written by Shu Xiaoqiao, and even vaguely said it was Shu Xiaoqiao's confession to him. He just laughed it off in a good mood.

It's a confession, but it wasn't written by Shu Xiaoqiao.

He began to take the initiative to approach her, and he got to know her again. She was really stupid and cute.

Although she rejected him, what did it matter? He knows she likes him! He was very happy every day he spent with her.

Very happy.

He was really angry until the moment she denied that she had written those novels.

Like, she denied it, she liked him.