Life With You

Last time, Qiao Dingxiang finished a bowl of pimple soup by himself. Song Xi did make a little more today, but Qiao Dingxiang only ate about ten mouthfuls before saying he didn't want to eat anymore.

George Sheng asked him what else he wanted to do, and he said he wanted to lie down for a while.

George Sheng carried him to the bed and covered him with a quilt. In fact, it was very easy for George Sheng to do it, but Song Xi was suddenly stabbed in the heart and her eyes turned red instantly.

When parents are old, it is time for their children to fulfill their filial piety. It is said that raising children will prevent them from growing old. Literally speaking, a son can indeed do more than a daughter. Song Xi thought of Song Yuanqing. If one day he is too old to move, Can she be like George Sheng and hug her whenever she wants? The outcome was of course impossible, so she was very afraid that Song Yuanqing would grow old. However, this outcome was already determined and was just a matter of time.

After settling down Qiao Dingxiang, George Sheng straightened up and turned his head. He accidentally glanced and saw Song Xi lowering his gaze and the tip of his nose was a little red.

Looking away, George Sheng said to Ren Lina: Mom, let's go. If you need anything, call me.

Ren Lina said: Shall we leave after dinner?

George Sheng said: I won't eat anymore.

Song Xi and George Sheng went out together. It was already dark outside. The two got into the car. George Sheng started the car. Song Xi was silent for a moment, and finally said: Don't be too sad. I'm older. In this way, everyone will have this day.

George Sheng was silent. After a while, Song Xi said, Where are you going? If it's convenient, leave me in Haiwei and I'll drive back by myself.

George Sheng looked forward and said in a calm voice: Go home.

Hearing this, Song Xi said: The litchi is still in your office, shall we drop by to get it?

George Sheng said: You either give it to me or you want to eat it yourself.

Song Xi hurriedly said: No, I'm afraid that the person who cleans your house will think that you don't want it anymore and throw it away for you.

After a pause, she added: After all, the bag is very original.

George Sheng didn't say anything, he just turned the steering wheel at the corner ahead and drove towards Haiwei.

When they were almost there, George Sheng made a phone call. When the car stopped on the side of the road, someone was already standing there waiting. George Sheng lowered half of the car window. Song Xi saw that it was a familiar face and deliberately turned to look at the other side. Cover your ears and steal the bell.

After getting the lychees, George Sheng put the bag on Song Xi's lap. Song Xi was indescribably happy, perhaps because her mood showed on her face. George Sheng teased again: You are accepting gifts just for yourself. Don't do it in the future. Under my banner.

Song Xi raised her head and said half-jokingly and half-seriously: If the hospital knows that I accepted the gift because of you, it will definitely not do anything to me.

As she said that, she suddenly remembered something more important. Looking sideways at George Sheng, Song Xi said, Did you ask JM Company to contact our hospital?

Although it was a question, Song Xi was already convinced in his heart that whether he admitted it or not, he must have done it. There was no such coincidence in the world.

George Sheng didn't look sideways and replied in a normal tone: Let me use your hospital to try new medicines.

Hearing this, Song Xi suddenly looked away and after a while, said softly: Thank you.

George Sheng didn't take it seriously: Thank me for what?

Song Xi said: Thesis.

He said, What paper?

There was a flash of narrowing in Song Xi's eyes, and then she smiled lightly: Nothing, I'll be back soon, do you still want to eat?

George Sheng said: I don't rely on photosynthesis.

Didn't she always watch whether he had eaten dinner?

Song Xi refused to argue with him and replied: I'll cook yam porridge that night.

George Sheng waited for a few seconds but couldn't wait for the follow-up, so he couldn't help but ask: No more?

Song Xi patted the bag on his leg and said, You can eat more lychees.

George Sheng was speechless, yam porridge with lychees... After a while, his thin lips opened, and his unhappy tone revealed his seriousness: I don't believe in Buddhism.

Song Xi suddenly thought of Monk Qiao, and immediately couldn't hold it back, grinning and bursting out with joy.

George Sheng was already annoyed, but she smiled again while sitting in the passenger seat. He deliberately kept a straight face and said in a deep voice: After so long, there is no progress at all. It seems that you really don't mind that your father's enemy is who.

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Xi in the passenger seat stopped laughing.

George Sheng caught a glimpse of her profile from the corner of his eye. There was no sudden expression on her face. She was silent for a moment and said calmly: God is watching what you do, right and wrong. Sooner or later there will be justice.

George Sheng, who was in the driver's seat, had an expressionless face, opened his thin lips, and said in a somewhat meaningful voice: Do you believe in Buddhism?

Song Xi was very honest: I only believe it when I am very powerless.

The corners of George Sheng's lips raised slightly and he said something that Song Xi would never forget.

He said: It is better to believe in the devil than to believe in Buddhism in troubled times.

Song Xi's heart skipped a beat, and the hairs on her arms stood up.

Slightly lowering her gaze, she tried to say firmly: I believe evil never prevails over good.

George Sheng said: Then if Xie can save your dad, but Zheng can only make your dad suffer all the time, which one do you choose?

Song Xi's fingers holding the lychee bag tightened slightly without leaving any trace. George Sheng's words simply hit people's hearts. If there is a choice, people certainly hope to do good, but what if they have no choice? If blind kindness can only lead to blind grievance or even injustice, then what is the use of being kind?

There are too many people in this world who have no choice but to choose to fight evil with evil. It is not the kind people who have become bad, but it is the people who have become bad that can maintain the remaining kindness in their hearts.

She remained silent for a long time, and George Sheng saw that she was not going to answer.

At a red light for more than ninety seconds ahead, George Sheng slowly stopped the car and lit a cigarette. He lowered a small section of the window and took a puff of the cigarette before saying as if unintentionally: You didn't want to So desperate, you can try to believe me.

He was right. Song Xi was already on the verge of despair. Even a person in Song Yuanqing's position would be imprisoned for various reasons. What kind of justice could she believe in?

Evil never defeats good, it's just self-deception, but if she is asked to abandon good and follow evil, it seems she can't take this step.

In despair, George Sheng said, you can also try to believe me.

This sentence was like someone suddenly coming up with a torch in the endless darkness. She took a closer look and found that the person was George Sheng.

The feeling in her heart was beyond words. Song Xi only felt that her throat was a little hot and tight.

It took a lot of effort for her to open her mouth, and her voice was very soft, but she replied without hesitation: I believe you.

In troubled times, it is better to believe in Buddha than to believe in the devil. Instead of believing in the devil, it is better to believe in me... This is what George Sheng wanted to say to Song Xi, and Song Xi felt it.

He finished smoking half a cigarette and the red light turned green. When Song Xi was still feeling moved, someone's voice came from beside him: You'd better come up with something edible before you get home, otherwise you will know , there will always be desperate things happening in this world.

A naked threat, but Song Xi sneered silently, What the hell?